Diego’s hand instinctively rose to his cheek, his fingers brushing against the stinging mark left by Marcela’s slap. His eyes burned with fury, his expression contorting into one of disbelief and rage. For a moment, he didn’t move, as if stunned that she’d had the audacity to strike him. Then, with a sudden and violent motion, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking it backwards with enough force to make her gasp in pain.
“Are you out of your damn mind?” Diego snarled, his voice low and venomous. Marcela screamed, her hands flying up to claw at his wrist, but his grip was firm, unrelenting. She was taken off guard by the sheer intensity of his reaction, panic flashing in her eyes as he dragged her toward the parking lot.
“Let go of me!” she shouted, her voice shaking as she struggled a
