Ethan lifted his gaze, fixing on Liam in the distance, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes.
This damned fool dared to interrupt his time with Lyla.
He gently patted Lyla's back and leaned close.
"I'll deal with this guy first," he murmured, his breath brushing her ear, "then we can… hug properly."
"Mm…" A strange sensation rippled through her, and an involuntary moan escaped her lips.
The sound startled her as much as it startled him. Her cheeks turned crimson, and she hurriedly pulled away, darting behind her mother as if fleeing the scene.
Only then did Ethan realize his future mother-in-law was standing there too.
He coughed lightly, awkward but trying to keep his composure. Mrs Dragonia…"
"Heh heh, just finish this quickly," she replied with a casual chuckle, patting her daughter's arm.
As the wife of the Silverwood family patriarch, she had weathered countless storms. Even in this delicate moment, she showed no trace of panic.
"Mm." Ethan nodded.
