Caspian’s eyes were glowing with fury before Anastasia came to shield Everard from him. And now that his wife was trying to protect the same arsehole who dared to kiss her, his rage knew no bounds.
His fist was hanging midair, a few inches away from Anastasia because she swooped in out of nowhere and covered Everard with her body. If it wasn’t for his quick reflexes, the blow would have landed on Anastasia instead of Everard.
Caspian clenched his jaw and tightened his fist even more, so much so that the pale skin around his knuckles turned white. Then he looked at his wife and asked in a low growl, “Get away from him!”
However, Anastasia didn’t listen to what Caspian was saying. She was trembling and was shedding tears thinking that Everard was already dead.
