Ep 37.

Kayla's POV.

"Did you just slap me because of her?" Willson questioned, his eyes widening in disbelief. He couldn't fathom that I would go to such lengths, delivering a hit like I did.

I never intended to resort to such actions, but he pushed me to the brink, compelling me to unleash that forceful slap, as if it was the only language he understood.

It wasn't my first choice, but in that heated moment, it seemed like the only fitting response to his relentless provocation.

"I know I have done something wrong but at least, you should learn how to respect me and my past, Wilson!" I warned, my eyes rolling with exasperation. With a fist clenched tightly, I pivoted on my heels, leaving an air of tension lingering in the room.

Without a backward glance, I exited the room, making my way to the sitting room. Adora sat there, her gaze fixed blankly on the wall clock, seemingly lost in thought.

I couldn't shake the feeling that she had been waiting anxiously for quite some time, her patience