Perhaps intimidated by the murderous aura radiating from Aiden Shaw, the man gulped and put on a false air of composure. "Your woman? My goddess isn't married. I'll hug her if I want to, however I please. What business is it of yours?"
The man clamored with a flippant swagger, his lewd gaze brazenly roving over Laura Lowell's body.
The next second, a sickening CRACK echoed—the sound of his wrist being snapped.
The man howled like a stuck pig, his face turning deathly pale before their very eyes. "You're a doctor here, aren't you? Aiden Shaw, fine. I'll remember this. How dare you assault someone in broad daylight! I'm suing you."
The man gritted his teeth as he glared at Aiden Shaw's name tag, his sinister and savage expression on full display. He had only meant to cop a feel; he never expected to get his wrist snapped out of nowhere.
