Third Person POV
"Are you serious?" Disbelief was written all over her face as she looked up to stare into his dark eyes, with a fiery blaze swirling in her eyes.
"Yes, I am," he confirmed, his voice remaining unwavering as a look of certainty crossed his face. "Why would I not be?"
She slammed her hand on the table, the loud sound echoing in the space as she rose from her seat in an instant.
"Are you crazy? You can't do that," she insisted. "You know who my parents are right? Do you have a death wish?" she questioned with a raised brow, her voice carrying a sharp edge to it.
"I don't care who your parents are," he retorted in a cold voice, unbothered by her threat. "Nobody touches my wife and gets away with it."
Anger and jealousy coursed through her body as soon as those words rolled off the tip of his tongue and her cheeks turned red.
