"I hate you, Devin! I wish I was dead in the first place!"
'Don't say that!'
If Angeal meant that she was dead in the first place, then it meant that she wished that they'd never met at all. This very thought made him shift the look in his eyes.
Hearing what she said made Devin instantly feel guilty. At the last minute, he decided to put his act down but when he was about to reach out to Angeal, she started running outside of the mansion, dropping her phone on the floor on purpose.
"I-I'll go get her," Gwen said as she did, rushing after Angeal. "Angeal, come back!"
The moment Angeal was gone, Devin instantly fell on his knees as he cried, no longer able to keep the mean act going.
Ivar sighed as they all looked at him, feeling bad for Angeal as he did it on purpose, and at the same time, they sympathize with him for understanding why he did so.
My brain is burning... I really find it difficult to write these chapters. *covers face shyly*