HARPER
It shouldn’t, but Kingsley’s defence makes my heart skip several beats.
I mean, I deserve to be protected from the wench who would’ve no doubt left a scar on my face from the intensity of the slap that she had thrown my way, but having it done by Kingsley was flooring, to say the least.
Slowly, whispers started to scatter around the class, but I couldn’t focus on any of them because Kingsley’s gaze was pointed at me now. Scouring my body as if he was hoping to find a thing out of place so he could make Nuella pay.
How I could read his once unreadable expressions was beyond me, but I just could, like there was an invisible translator existing between us now.
“Kingsley!” Nuella pulled her hand away from his grasp when she finally got over her shock, making his gaze flick towards
