Just as Angel abruptly walked away in the middle of the conversation, Alex and Blossom shifted their attention elsewhere, heading toward another group engaged in lively discussion.
The moment they joined the conversation, laughter rippled through the air, blending seamlessly with the clinking of glasses and the soft hum of background music.
However, in an instant, the atmosphere shifted—Alex's expression contorted in discomfort, his breath hitching as he instinctively clutched his chest.
A low, guttural growl escaped his lips, and before anyone could react, the delicate wine glass slipped from his grasp, crashing onto the floor with a sharp, piercing shatter that silenced the entire room.
Every head turned toward him in alarm, eyes widening as they took in the sight of Alex struggling to steady himself.
