Ella zipped up her bag before lifting her head to meet his gaze. “Alright, I believe you.”
But her answer did not calm him down. She is way too calm. She should not react like this. He thought.
He grabbed Ella's wrist. His face was grim. "If you're angry, just let it out. Why do you talk like this?"
“You're hurting me.” Ella struggled desperately to pull her hand away, but he only tightened his grip.
Finally, she broke down and shouted, “I'm not angry! I know you're just colleagues! You're close to her because you share more common ground—you're fellow disciples and she can help you more with your research...”
Every word she said now was the same one Danny had once said to her and now she was throwing them back at him.
While he stood there frozen, she pushed him away and ran out.
Downstairs, she caught sight of Danny's car. Inside it, Sarah, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was applying lipstick.