Chapter 228 The Bar Where We Met

• Grace
• There was a soft click as the door closed, leaving me standing alone in the hallway, feeling like I'd been slapped. Shock warred with anger inside me. How dare he shut me out? A retort bubbled in my throat, but something in the sincerity of his tone held me back. As my fury ebbed, the seeds of self-doubt began to sprout.
• Had I overreacted? Had I just been itching for a fight? Maybe, but... But I had real reasons to be upset. A gnawing sense of unease settled in my stomach. Maybe he was right. I was too volatile, too consumed by my own frustration, to truly communicate.