Chapter one hundred and thirty eight

AMELIA’s POV…

I ran my fingers through my hair, sweeping my hair back as I chuckled with one look at Ariana. I could feel some trickles of blood coming out of my nose because that file hit me hard, but I didn’t say anything.

Like she wasn’t even there, I walked to the cupboard as I grabbed a tissue. I placed it to my nose as I wiped the blood while still holding it to my nose and she seemed to understand that with what she had done, with one wrong move, I wouldn’t hesitate to slap her so she just stayed out.

I threw the tissue into the trash can as I sighed before going to pick the file, walking to her as I grabbed her hand, extending her hand as I placed the file in her hand.

“If you hand something to talk to me about, Ariana, you can say it to my face. You’re lucky it’s just a wounded nose. I wouldn’t take it so lightly if it had hit my eye.” I told her and with that, I turned to leave, but before I could, she grabbed my hand, pulling me back into the room and I stared at her, unsur