Chapter 151. Jealousy

Proserpina

I swallowed hard, my face turning pale as I met my husband’s eyes. He had the look of a man who was doing his best to control his temper. His thick fists were clenched tight as he held himself rigidly.

‘Woman’ he growled,’ I want to talk to Schwartz.

 And as I opened my mouth to speak, he said, his voice a roar,

‘Get the f*ck away from here, woman. I said NOW!’

I stepped back, hurt by his tone, and turned. I fled inside, trying not to cry.

He had judged me without listening to me hurt me deeply. After those torrid nights of passion we spent, did he still not understand how I felt about him?

That for me, as long as I lived, no other man mattered but Lucien Delano?

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Lucien

He had watched them from the windows of his study. Somehow, he never felt comfortable when his wife was with Handsome James who was his best friend.

F*ck, he could not tolerate seeing his w