Angela lowered her head and pulled her hand out of Lucy's palm out of fear. Her hands were clenched in her lap.
Edward walked over step by step and stood in front of her. She felt a heavy stone pressing on her heart, making her out of breath. She felt that the person above her was staring at her for a few seconds, and then she saw him pick up the whip beside.
His hand was fair, slender and good-looking, but now it was bruised and grazed.
Angela was so scared that she almost killed him! But she was the one who did the wrong thing. Her father had said that the one who did the wrong thing was the least qualified to cry.
Fear and guilt were both entangled in her heart, but she held back the tears in her eyes and pursed her lips.
This time, she wouldn't fight back.
Edward squatted down and knelt on one knee. Then he stretched out his hand to open her tightly clenched hands because of nervousness and held them.
Huh? From the strength and the touch, why did she feel a trace of comfort?
Angela thought it must be her illusion and her heart was still hanging in her throat.
Seeing that she still didn't raise her head, he gently put the whip in her palm. When she was in a daze, his eyes were soft, and there was a gentle smile at the corners of his mouth. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have dodged. I shouldn't have bullied you. You almost got hurt by the cabinet."
She suddenly raised her head, her face full of surprise.
What did he just say? Was he apologizing? Did she hear it wrong?
With a faint smile, Edward held her hand on her thigh and gently stroked it to comfort her.
Her hair fell from her forehead, and her guilty eyes showed a blank expression, embarrassed and lovely.
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