Caesar, who could smell his nervousness through his unpleasant scent, shook his head, amused. He sat down, and Adeline proceeded to take a sit next to him, but a startled gasp escaped from her when she felt grabbed and sat down in between Caesar, who had manspread to give her space to sit.
Dimitri's pupils flickered at this, his eyes watching intently at how perfectly she sat between his large frame. It was... maddening; he felt his chest tightening.
There was this heavy urge to snatch Adeline's hand and pull her over to him. She didn't belong with Caesar but rather with him. What he was looking at was absolutely unacceptable.
Adeline was his wife, and now here she was seated before a man who held her all too possessively, jaw resting on her shoulder and arms wrapped around her as if he didn't want anyone's dent on her, even if it was merely a touch.
