382: TWISTED EXPRESSIONS

ARIEL'S POV I stepped out of the The Reynolds' mansion, the cool morning air enveloping me, offering a brief respite from the suffocating atmosphere within. I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the weight of expectation that still clung to my shoulders like a heavy cloak. Before I could gather my thoughts, the sound of footsteps behind me made me turn, and there he was—Luke, his expression twisted in a mixture of frustration and anger. He strode towards me, his steps filled with so much rage and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of apprehension at the intensity in his eyes. "What do you think you're doing?" he snapped, glaring at me. "I-I was just..." I stammered, unsure how to respond, since I had too much in my head right now. Luke closed the distance between us in an instant, his grip on my arm tight as he pulled me towards him, his face contorted with rage. "You think you can just walk into my life and ruin everything?" I winced at the force of his words, feeling the s