Mykel sat down and joined the others as he poured himself a glass of wine while everyone was looking at him. They were patiently waiting for him to say something because he looked like he had something to say.
"Sasha, did you hide something from me?" Mykel asked without looking at her. "Now that I think about it thoroughly, the story was my idea, but why it feels like you tried to change it?" Mykel glanced at her with a cold gaze.
"What are you talking about? I always showed you my writings so you would approve it or not," Sasha asked with her eyebrows furrowed.
"Exactly. You knew the idea of the ending that I wanted, and you knew that I don't like the bittersweet ending, but why did you write that ending?" Mykel pointed out and slowly moved his body toward Sasha. "Are you so depressed that you wanted the ending to be like that? Or perhaps, someone was guiding you to write that ending? Like that Angel you mentioned," Mykel asked again as he stared into Sasha's eyes.