Before turning toward the exit, Keith pushed the boundary even further into madness. With deliberate, provocative boldness, he lifted his hand and gently stroked Sarah's soft cheek, his fingers brushing against her skin in a gesture of lingering, intimate tenderness.
Jayden's eyes flared wide with shock and outrage. His entire body tensed, his weight shifting forward, primed to launch himself across the floor and strike Keith down where he stood. But before Jayden could bridge the distance, Keith had already casually turned his back and sauntered toward the front door.
The corner of Keith's mouth twitched upward into a subtle, mocking smirk. He knew precisely what he had done: he had pushed Jayden to the absolute brink of losing control, orchestrating the entire scene to humiliate him without throwing a single punch.
