taken away for human trafficking

Fuming quietly in anger, I waited with him at the entrance for the valet to bring his car.

“Angry?” I suddenly heard him say.

Not sure if I was the one he was talking to, I asked, “Are you talking to me?”

He glanced at me for a while before humming in confirmation.

“What do you think? Am I?” I snickered angrily.

“If I may, I think you are quite upset and wonder why, considering that I just helped you out now.” He raised his brows at my tone and responded in slight astonishment.

“Well thank you, your highness, it's most appreciated.” I retorted sarcastically, my anger getting the best of me.

“Then enlighten me on why you are angry.” He said feigning to be clueless as to why I’m angry.

“Well since your royal highness chose to act clueless about the reason you think I’m angry, then there’s no need for me to recount it to you,” I told him harshly.

“Hmm” he hmmm but didn’t utter any more words.

I followed suit and said nothing for a while.

But because of how angry and frustrated