Page 155 of King of Sin
Vincent didn't respond.
His gaze remained fixed on the screen for several seconds before he locked the phone and slipped it into his pocket.
Less than three minutes later, he pulled it back out again.
Still nothing.
The waiting continued.
As one hour became two, his patience gradually disappeared.
At first he checked the phone every fifteen minutes.
Then every five.
Then every few seconds.
The longer Juliet remained silent, the darker his expression became.
What started as confidence slowly turned into irritation.
Irritation became frustration.
And frustration eventually transformed into pure anger.
The fact that she wasn't calling bothered him far more than he cared to admit.
Every passing minute felt like a rejection.
Every unanswered moment felt like she was deliberately ignoring him.
His leg bounced restlessly beneath the table.
His fingers drummed against his thigh.
His jaw remained clenched so tightly that the muscle beneath his skin continuously twitched.
Several times he unlocked his phone, opened their chat, and stared at the screen before locking it again.
By the third hour, even Griffin stopped trying to reassure him.
The entire room could feel the growing storm around him.
Finally, something inside Vincent snapped.
He abruptly rose from his chair.
The sudden movement was so sharp that everyone instinctively looked up.
The chair scraped loudly against the floor as he shoved it backward.
His chest rose and fell with a slow, controlled breath, but the fury in his eyes was impossible to miss.
Nobody dared stop him.
With a dark expression on his face, Vincent grabbed his keys from the table and strode toward the door. The anger radiating from him was so obvious that people instinctively moved aside to clear his path.
He yanked the door open. A moment later, it slammed shut behind him with enough force to make the walls vibrate.
