“What's your point? Are you angry with me because of Tyler?"

His tone was icy, but there was an unexplainable pain in his eyes.

“I'm not angry with you." Ariana averted her gaze, clearly displeased.

"You must be angry; otherwise why would you refuse to look at me?” Theodore persisted.

Hearing this, Ariana tured back to glare at him, but in doing so, her lips inadvertently brushed against his.