It was as if Rome had been burned the moment his lips touched Ingrid's. He pulled away instantly, disgust flashing across his face as he stared at her.
The very idea of kissing her twisted his stomach.
Was this how Sylvia felt when she kissed Daniel's lips—was she also disgusted?
Or… did she enjoy kissing Daniel more than him?
The image of Sylvia smiling, happier in Daniel's arms, made his whole being seethe with anger.
Without a word, he pushed himself off the bar stool.
Being around Ingrid wasn't helping, it only suffocated him more. If he truly wanted answers and to clear everything up, then he needed to face Sylvia directly.
"W-wait, Rome! Where are you going? You're just going to leave after kissing me and shoving me away?"
Ingrid's voice followed him as she hurried to block his path. She had already recovered from the shock of being pushed.
His eyes narrowed. "What do you want?"
