บท 59: †KISS†

"You know what? Fuck it," Ryan said, standing up from his chair, the couch almost moved from the force he used to stand.

Ryan's face was red with veins bulging on his forehead and his eyes blazing with frustration, the tendons in his neck could be seen visible straining.

"I've apologized, haven't I?" Ryan bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls, shaking the concrete room.

"Why are you still hell-bent on rage?" Ryan demanded with his chest heaving while his words dripped with exasperation and he clenched his fist tightly.

Samuel's glare intensified, his eyes shooting out like daggers. "Apologies mean nothing," he snarled venomous, each word laced with malice.