Arthur's gaze lingered on Jared, studying him as if trying to unravel a complicated puzzle. He could see the torment in Jared's eyes—the way they burned with determination despite the humiliation of asking for help.
It wasn't easy for a proud, self-made man like Jared to beg, especially not to someone like Arthur. And yet, here he was, setting aside his pride for the sake of his wife.
That unwavering devotion struck a chord deep within Arthur, a resonance he couldn't ignore. He recognized it because it mirrored his own instincts. If the roles were reversed, if his wife were in danger, there was no limit to what Arthur would do—or endure—to protect her.
It wasn't pity he felt for Jared; it was understanding, an unspoken acknowledgment between two men who would burn the world to save the woman they loved.
