Evander's POV
"Did I speak a foreign language?" I glared at him, my voice cold and sharp. "Claire is my wife! Claire Reed is Evander Kensington's wife!" I repeated firmly, leaving no room for doubt.
"Wh… What!?" Zaniel stammered, his jaw practically hitting the floor as a second later we arrived; he had followed behind us.
"Wait… Are you saying that Miss Reed is your wife!?" Zaniel exclaimed, his voice rising with disbelief. "I mean… I thought you were after her because you were her fan or something—or maybe because of Eliam!"
"Stupid!" Damian reacted before I could respond. His tone was dripping with annoyance. "Do you think Evander is the kind of man who would chase after just any woman? Use your brain for once!" He paused, squinting as if piecing together a puzzle. "Now that I think about it… isn't she the same junior you were head over heels for back in our college days?"
