Relief The Anger

He groaned. His rage temporarily subsided. Yuriel did nothing improper. It was his fault for waiting until another man expressed interest in his wife before "tagging" Yuriel.

He took off his seatbelt and walked over to Yuriel.

"Alright, okay, okay. Don't cry, I'm sorry,” Aleandro gave her a light head pat.

Through the spaces between his fingers, Yuriel peered.

“You're no longer angry, right?” She was questioned in fear. She pretended not to cry. She merely wished to escape Aleandro's anger.

“Why should I get upset?” Aleandro made an effort to keep a straight face so as not to frighten Yuriel.

He was still enraged to see Leon and her together.

“Really?” Yuriel wasn't sure yet.

The way Aleandro made people feel was scary. Yuriel often make Aleandro mad. But she has never seen the man look so angry and dangerous.

She remembered about the incident when Aleandro shot Mr. Smith and ruthlessly severed his limbs.

The memory of the bloody floor and Mr. Smith's nearly half-dead body made Yuriel