Love and Devotion No Longer His to Claim (Angela and Dexter) novel Chapter 334

"It's no trouble at all." Pressing his lips together, Phil extended his hand. "Thank you both for your cooperation. We'll send him back as soon as possible."

Angela hurriedly reached out with both hands to shake his. "That would be much appreciated."

News of Zack being taken away by the police quickly spread online. Public opinion was divided, but most people criticized Angela for failing to guide him properly, blaming her for allowing such a terrible situation to happen.

Angela sat on the couch in silence, staring at her tablet. She felt as if she were suffocating and a heavy cloud had settled over her.

"Have some tea." Dexter, looking almost like a devoted housewife, walked over with an apron tied around his waist and handed her a cup of peppermint tea. He had brewed it himself.

"I don't feel like drinking anything." Closing her eyes, Angela leaned back against the couch. Recalling everything that had happened recently only made her feel utterly exhausted.

Dexter didn't insist on it, simply sitting down beside her in silence. For someone with such a strong presence, he was eerily quiet at this moment, almost as if he weren't even there.

Angela suddenly sat up straight and stared into Dexter's eyes.

"Do you think he'll resent me for this?"

Dexter raised an eyebrow. "You didn't do anything wrong. If he resents you for it, that's on him, not you."

Angela was feeling a little disheartened. "He seems carefree, but deep down, he's very sensitive. With parents like his, it wasn't easy for him to finally feel like he could rely on me as a sister. And now, I've heartlessly abandoned him. He must be feeling miserable, right?"

A wave of guilt washed over her.

Dexter looked at her with a complicated expression. "I thought you had closed your heart for good and wouldn't invest feelings in anyone or care about anyone anymore."

"That's only toward men." Angela spoke without thinking. "Zack is my brother. My brother and other men are…"

She suddenly stopped, realizing she might have said something weird. Why had she just blurted out the truth like that?

"Uh, that's not what I meant. You know how I am, right? I'm just…"

Dexter replied absentmindedly, "I'll use less honey next time."

The living room fell silent again. Both of them were lost in thought.

That night, public outrage erupted. Angela's personal phone number was leaked, and she was bombarded with calls, leaving her no choice but to change it.

The next morning, she arrived at the company with dark circles under her eyes.

Clara was stunned. "Are you okay, Ms. Graham? Are you sick?" Clara reached out to feel her forehead. "Do you need me to call a doctor?"

Angela waved her hand weakly. "No need. Is there anything important today?"

Clara hesitated, looking like she had something to say but didn't know how to begin.