"Aren't you acting overly protective and concerned about my wife?" Don Gardner's voice cut through the tension like a knife, surprisingly calm as a predatory glint sparked in his eyes. His fingers tightened around Martin's wrists, effortlessly prying his hands away from his shirt. A cold, calculating smirk danced across his lips, sending a shiver down Martin's spine.
He couldn't help but notice how Odeta's fake brother was acting like a jealous husband; the thought seemed to rile him up for no reason. But for the sake of maintaining his facade, he will tolerate him.
"Where did you keep my sister? I want to see her," Martin said in a restrained voice, barely trying to conceal his anger. Even though he knew he shouldn't provoke the man in front of him, Odelia's safety was his priority.
