"Once again—don't touch me. You make me sick to my stomach."
Cold fury burned in my gaze as I locked eyes with Daniel.
Our argument had grown loud enough to draw attention. People around us were discreetly watching, some even edging closer as if debating whether to intervene. I was beyond irritated—I just wanted to get as far away from Daniel as possible.
Even the slightest touch from him was enough to make my skin crawl.
Daniel, too, seemed wounded by my disgust. His embarrassment quickly twisted into anger, and he snapped at me, voice rising.
"Why?! It was just a mistake! E, why can't you understand, even a little?"
A mistake?
I didn't see it that way.
I clenched my fists, barely restraining the urge to punch that shameless face of his.
Just then, a broad-shouldered man in a bla
