章節 88: The fight

Theodore's voice sliced through the tension, cold and controlled yet seething with fury. "Touch her again," he growled, low and dangerous, "and you'll regret it for the rest of your life."

Marcus, sprawled and dazed, glared up at Theodore with a mix of pain and defiance. Bella shrank against the wall, still trembling, but found a flicker of courage as Theodore turned his attention to her. His eyes softened slightly, concern etched in his features as he rushed over to her.

"Bella!"

The tears in her eyes tore at his heart. He reached out to gently touch her cheek. "Are you okay?" Theodore's voice was surprisingly gentle.

"No," she whispered, overwhelmed by the emotions coursing through her.

Theodore removed his suit jacket and draped it around her shoulders. He helped her to her feet, supporting her.