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Niylah’s POV

Henry and I had just reached the main building when a loud, angry voice called out behind us.

“Niylah! I turned to see Liam, his face dark with anger and hurt, his eyes locked on me.

I froze, my pulse stopping, as I watched his hatred. He also ignored Henry and did not inquire. He just marched over, grabbing my wrist tightly and pulling me away from Henry, who watched with wide eyes.

“What’s going on? I stammered, trying to keep my balance as he dragged me down the hall.

He just didn’t reply, and his hand on my wrist wouldn't let go, as he dragged me out there, out of sight. As soon as we were left by ourselves, he relaxed, and I nearly toppled back. I aimed at supporting my injury on my hand touch where his fingers tightened too forcibly; thus, I wretched and stumbled backward, holding on to a step on the side in my hand’s way.

“Liam, what is going on? I asked, my voice trembling.

He shoved his phone in my face, his look a mix of hurt and rage. “Explain this,” he demande