Even though Damian Fairchild had spoken so calmly.
But Seraphina could still feel the pain rolling off him in waves.
It was one thing for a man to be dismissed by his own woman, but to be compared to a rival and implicitly judged as inadequate—that was a humiliation.
Seraphina belatedly realized her earlier words had wounded Damian's pride.
So, she rose and walked over to him.
"That's not what I meant."
"I was worried you'd be... in danger."
The corners of Damian's eyes were red, his gaze bloodshot as he looked at Seraphina. His voice was hoarse and dejected. "Is that right, Seraphina?"
Looking at Damian's bloodshot eyes, Seraphina felt her own heart clench in sorrow.
Her fingers, hanging at her sides, tightened slightly. She looked up at him, her voice thick with unshed tears. "Damian, please don't be like this."
Damian suddenly lost control. He grabbed Seraphina's waist and yanked her fiercely into his arms.
