Roman made no effort to move another step toward her. He just stared at her after hearing her yell at him, his expression a mix of surprise and confusion. Her voice had been sharp, cutting through the tension in the room like a knife, and it left him momentarily stunned.
"What?!" he asked, his voice low but edged with disbelief. He hadn't expected this reaction from her, not after everything that had happened.
"This is my room, right?" Tessy asked, her tone calmer this time but still laced with defiance. Her green eyes locked onto his, unwavering despite the faint tremor in her hands.
Roman didn't know why she was asking that, but he still answered.
"Yes, it is," he said, his voice steady but his mind racing. What was she playing at? Why was she acting like this?
"Good. Get out of my room," Tessy repeated, her voice calm but firm, her glare sharp enough to cut through steel.
