He released my neck, but he still had me pinned to the wall. “You should, too. She’s going to be carrying our children. You should treat her like she’s fragile, not like she’s some w***e you hired for the night.”
“Is that all? You’re looking out for her because of that?”
“As you should, too.”
“Isabella is nothing fragile.”
“No, but she’s a woman. No woman wants to be treated like that, so get your s**t–”
He cut himself off as we heard footsteps outside the door. He turned his head slightly and turned back to me.
“We won’t be having this conversation again.”
He let go of me, walked to the door, and opened it. She staggered forward, about to fall, but he caught her, wrapping his arm around her waist. My jaw clenched, and I fought the urge to walk to him and rip his arm from his shoul
