Julia’s POV
“George!” I ran into his embrace as he pulled me closer, his firm hand patting my back. “Thank God you are here.”
“Did he hurt you?!” George’s voice was frantic as he pulled away to stare into my face. His brown orbs dulled from worry.
I shook my head. “I’m fine, I swear.” I exhaled heavily, trying to calm my racing heart.
“Okay, let me deal with this, Dolcezza.” He kissed my forehead and pushed me behind him to face a bleeding Theodore.
Theodore let out a mirthless chuckle. “You think you won?!” He wiped his bleeding nose with the back of his hand. “Julia is a secondhand product passed down from me to you.”
“You might not respect your mother and wife but keep Julia’s name out of your mouth.” George bolted towards him and punched him hard in the stomach. Theodore stag
