Elena had barely taken a few steps when Nathaniel's hand roughly pulled her back.
At the same moment, her other wrist was gently caught by someone else.
"Elena, are you alright?" Julian's concerned voice reached her as he hurried over, noticing the confrontation. He quickly moved to stand protectively beside her.
Still seething with anger, Elena shook off Nathaniel's hand, turning to Julian. "I'm fine."
Their calm, united front stung Nathaniel's eyes, igniting his fury even more. His breath grew ragged, his emotions spiraling out of control.
Just moments ago, this woman had recoiled from his touch, yet now, she stood by another man's side so easily.
"Elena, come here." Nathaniel's voice was low, laced with an unmistakable warning.
Julian stepped forward, shielding Elena behind him.
