Cheryl's POV
I understood Eric’s unspoken warnings, so at the dinner party, I did my best to avoid unnecessary contact with him.
But unexpectedly, something happened.
A stranger made a cruel remark about Rachel. Before I could step forward to argue, Eric had already tipped a glass of champagne over the woman’s head.
I had to admit—it was immensely satisfying. And Eric? He looked absolutely dashing as he did it.
"You—" The curly-haired woman sputtered, finally finding her voice. Her face twisted in shock, but she couldn’t even finish a sentence.
Eric’s gaze was cold, his voice not loud but firm enough to cut through the murmurs of the crowd. "Say one more word about Rachel, and you’ll regret coming here tonight."
The woman’s face drained of color, her lips trembling, but she said not
