For a mont, Angel observed the man whom Tryson had punched as he regained his composure. Suddenly, the man retaliated with a punch of his own.
"Tryson!" Angel shouted in alarm, but in the blink of an eye, both were embroiled in a fight.
She considered ending the disagreent, but before she could intervene, the club noticed the altercation, and soon a crowd gathered to watch.
However, a few individuals stepped in, halting the fighters, who both appeared as if they were still in a boxing ring, not yet satisfied with the confrontation.
Angel gazed at Tryson, astonished.
What was the point of all this chaos? She examined his injuries and soon found herself engulfed in a sense of uselessness.
Just as she was about to move closer to Tryson, Sophia grasped her hand, aware of her presence near the scene of their confrontation.
"Are you alright?" Sophia remarked, initially oblivious to Tryson and the stranger. However, the instant she glanced at the two n, she was taken aback.
She assud it was just a brawl between two intoxicated n and feared her friend could be at risk, but she never anticipated one of them to be Tryson.
"What's Tryson doing here?" Sophia exclaid, surprised.
Sophia was just about to ask Angel when she saw Angel quickly run over to Tryson.
Angel gazed at Tryson with sympathy, noticing his bruises.
"Hey, is he your man?" the guy dared to ask, even while being restrained.
Tryson's fury grew with each word the man uttered, and he nearly swung his fist. However, before he could take a step, Angel blocked his path.
Tryson bowed his head and listened as Angel warned, "You wouldn't do this."
Before long, the police arrived with the manager in tow. Angel felt anxious, fearing the manager might exacerbate the situation if he spoke to Tryson.
"Thomas," she addressed the manager, whom she knew well, rushing over to him to explain what had happened.
anwhile, Tryson observed her as she calmly conversed with the manager. He had the ability to resolve the issue himself, yet he found himself astonished by her ease in connecting with others.
The last mory he had of Angel was of soone who struggled to express herself, despite her strong desires.
Moreover, she wasn't acquainted with anyone as influential as the manager.
Tryson observed as the situation was resolved in an instant, and then he was released from the grip of the n, including the one who had the audacity to kiss Angel.
Tryson glared at him with brutal eyes, watching as he exited the room.
Tryson groaned; his face already marked by bruises from the hit. He started to turn away, but before he could, he felt soone grab his hand.
Angel was there, holding his hand, and Tryson followed her willingly until she led him into a room.
As soon as they were both inside, she secured the door and gave Tryson a look filled with disappointnt.
"Tryson, could you tell what you ant by your actions? Why stir up such drama?"
"Can't you see he was attempting to touch you inappropriately?"
"Why does it matter to you? I was capable of stopping it."
Tryson felt a chill at her words, and in the next instant, he stepped forward, clutching Angel's arm. He gazed intently into her eyes.
"No one else is allowed to touch you; you're still mine," Tryson said icily.
Angel lifted her gaze, her hazel eyes locking with his, a frown on her face. "What are you implying?"
"We have a contract, Angel. You still have a year left as my fiancée. Are you truly considering breaking it now?" Tryson replied coldly.
Angel appeared astonished, montarily at a loss for words, before finally saying, "Tryson, that contract was ant for your family to think I was your fiancée, but now they know I'm not."
"Honestly, I couldn't care less," Tryson replied, though he grimaced as the pain from the punch on his face flared up.
Angel appeared deeply concerned. "Tryson, are you alright?" she inquired anxiously, observing as Tryson crouched with a growl.
Heart pounding and clearly afraid that Tryson was seriously injured, Angel approached the wardrobe in the room. Opening it, she retrieved a dical kit.
"Tryson," she said sharply as soon as the kit was in her grasp.
Holding onto Tryson's hands, she guided him toward the bedside table. She picked up a cotton ball and ointnt, ready to apply it to his face, but he knocked it out of her hands.
"Leave my wound alone," Tryson snarled.
Angel stared at him, astonished.
Was he truly going to act immature despite his obvious pain?
"Tryson, why are you acting like a child when you're in pain?"
"That doesn't feel like pain to . If you truly want to spare from suffering, then you must return ho with and co back as my fiancée."
Angel was speechless and trembled at the sight of him being gravely injured.
"Have you lost your senses? Your family kicked out, and now you're engaged to Riley. Is betraying her as you did to truly what you want?" Angel said, her voice reflecting her hurt over his actions.
A chuckle reached her ears, and as she tilted her head to look at him, he t her gaze. "Is that what you believe? That I betrayed you?" he inquired softly, his voice suggesting sothing she couldn't quite understand.
Angel looked down, avoiding his eyes, and bit her lips before speaking with difficulty, "Tryson, let take care of your wound. Everyone is concerned after the scene you caused out there," she said softly.
"Everyone, or just you?" he questioned.
Angel lifted her head to look at him, unable to utter a single word.
"I know about what my family did to you, and I realize you're still hurting, but I still want you, Angel."
"What for, Tryson? You have a fiancée."
"Indeed, she's right here in front of . Angel, we have a contract, and I trust you're not considering breaking it, are you?"
"You can't argue about sothing your parents are aware of. We only signed that agreent to mislead your parents, and you beca engaged to Riley."
"I really don't mind, Angel. I need you with , and that's because we have a contract between us. You have two options: either return as my fiancée or pay the penalty for breaking the contract. You know what that costs, right?"
Angel gazed at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. Her astonishnt deepened when he pulled out his phone, and monts later, he displayed a contract page on it.
"Pick one, Angel," he said quickly.
With no other options, Angel took a deep breath and declared, "Alright! I'll return, but only under one condition." Angel stated firmly, without hesitation.
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