Evander followed Julian's car, his heart heavy with worry and barely contained anger. Julian was already this aggressive, Evander couldn't imagine what the arrogant man would be like if he actually married Elena.
He took a deep breath, trying to think calmly and rationally, reassuring himself that everything would be alright and hoping for the best.
The boutique Julian headed to was, of course, a famous one. Evander hurried out as soon as their cars stopped, eager to make sure Elena was okay.
And for the second time, Evander had to suppress his rage when he saw Julian yank Elena out of the car. The girl stumbled over her own feet as she tried to walk.
"Miss!" Evander quickly approached, intending to help. His eyes narrowed, glaring at Julian.
"I'm fine, Captain! Don't worry!" Elena sa
