Jasmine was still holding Leonardo's arm so he wouldn't get angry and kill Dylan. For Jasmine, this incident was just a mere coincidence, not because Dylan deliberately wanted to touch her hand. But for Leonardo, it was a big mistake. Intentionally or unintentionally, the man had touched his woman. And again, Leonardo wasn't the kind of man who could forgive him for that.
"You touch my wife! Are you willing to die?" Leonardo pulled Dylan's shirt collar. He quickly lifted Dylan's body and pushed him into the car.
Dylan's eyes widened. He was frightened when he saw Leonardo's eyes flashing with anger.
"So... sorry, Sir, I—I didn't know that Jasmine was your wife." Dylan's temples were dripping with sweat.
"LEON, ENOUGH!! Let go of Mr. Dylan." Jasmine restrained her husband from throwing a tantrum in the middle of the street.