"Yes he did, and he even held my wrist"
The moment those words left Valentina's lips, Raymond's entire presence shifted. His once calm, relaxed posture stiffened, and a dark storm brewed in his eyes. The playful smirk that had graced his face moments ago was gone, replaced by a deadly silence that sent a suffocating chill through the air.
Then a low, dangerous growl rumbled from his chest, his fingers curling into tight, controlled fists. The veins in his arms and neck throbbed, his breathing becoming slow and sharp—a clear sign that the predator within him was awakening.
His lips barely parted, but when he spoke, his voice was lethal, dripping with animosity that could freeze fire itself.
"That bastard… dared to touch you?"
Valentina nodded slowly, watching the subtle tremor in his hands, the way his shoulders rose and fell with controlled rage. But her confirmation was enough to ignite the full force of Raymond's wrath.
