"What does it matter to you?" Jude squinted at the distant streetlight, a bloodthirsty beast suppressed in his heart, baring its sharp, terrifying fangs at Aiden Grant far away in Aethel.
He no longer hid the deep-seated urge to tear Aiden apart, the one who had made his lady so heartbroken - damned!
"Lily is my wife!" Aiden's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, the cold intensity masking the dark circles beneath them.
No one seeing him at that moment would believe he hadn't had a good night's sleep in days; his bright eyes made him appear full of energy.
"Hah, she won't be for long." Jude said coldly, his expression turning grim.
Aiden, on the other end of the phone, was instantly infuriated by Jude's words, intensifying his already formidable aura.
For an average person, such an oppressive aura would have rendered them speechless.
Yet despite this, Aiden said not a word; it wasn't out of fear of Jude.
