Derek could only watch as Claire pulled her sleeve out of his grasp. He lunged after her, desperate, but Lucas stepped between them.
"Please stop harassing my wife."
His tone was calm. The word "wife" made Derek's eyes redden with rage. He charged forward, his fist raised.
"Claire is my wife! Mine!"
His fist barely brushed Lucas's face, but Lucas suddenly staggered back two steps and fell to the ground.
Claire hurried over and helped him up.
"Luke, are you okay? Does it hurt?"
The concern in her eyes sent wave after wave of pain through Derek's chest. He rushed to explain.
"Claire, I didn't hit him hard. He fell on his own. Please believe me."
She only turned her head, her voice cold.
"Enough, Derek. How much more of a scene are you going to make?"
Her icy stare silenced him.
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