Chapter 233
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And Ethan… He wasn’t careless with his feelings either. If he had confessed his feelings for Brenna in public, it meant he was serious. Still, Brenna didn’t say a word. She neither confirmed nor denied anything, so Thiago kept quiet too.
Rosie tugged on Ethan’s arm and said, “Ethan, did you see that? I said the man is her boyfriend, and she didn’t even deny it!”
Ethan’s gaze hardened as it locked onto Brenna. “Is he your boyfriend?” The question hung between them, sharp as a blade.
Brenna’s lips pressed into a taut line, her eyes meeting Ethan’s with deliberate neutrality—a practiced mask revealing nothing.
Standing nearby, Rosie watched anxiously, feeling her chest tighten. She wanted to intervene but was powerless to change what was unfolding.
Suddenly, Ethan stepped forward, his movements abrupt and forceful. He grabbed Brenna’s wrist firmly, his tone dropping to something almost possessive. “Whatever you had with him doesn’t matter anymore,” he said, his voice low but firm. “You’re mine now—my fiancée—and soon, my wife.”
Without giving Brenna a chance to respond, he began pulling her toward the exit.
Thiago moved swiftly, wanting to stop them. His voice was steady but edged with warning. “Mr. Mitchell,” he said firmly. “You can’t just take her away like this.”
Before Thiago could get closer, Neville appeared before him, his large frame blocking the way. The tension in the room thickened as Thiago’s sharp gaze assessed Neville’s stance. With practiced precision, Thiago attempted to push past Neville, but Neville didn’t flinch, standing as solid as a wall.
Thiago’s expression hardened as he locked eyes with Neville. His voice dropped to an icy tone as he spoke again. “Step aside.”
gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈n – 𝘾𝒉𝓮𝒸𝓀 𝒶𝓾𝓉𝒽 𝓬𝓸𝓹𝓎
Neville’s voice dripped with a sharp edge, his words slicing through the air like a blade. “I advise against meddling,” he warned, his gaze piercing. “Mr. Mitchell may be blinded by his emotions, but I see the truth. Miss Harper never claimed you as her boyfriend—you’re merely acquaintances. She is just currently mad at Mr. Mitchell, nothing more. Mr. Mitchell will calm her soon enough. Interfere, and you’ll face consequences you’ll regret.”
Thiago was concerned for Brenna’s safety. But Neville was clearly formidable, and Thiago understood that engaging in a fight with him wouldn’t end in his favor.
Thiago’s voice, low and controlled, carried an undeniable edge of defiance as he said, “I will not stand by while someone with ill intentions takes Brenna away.”
The two of them started fighting, refusing to yield. Thiago’s trained strikes met Neville’s brute strength, their movements a blur of tension. But neither was able to gain the upper hand.
Frustration boiling over, Rosie stormed away, her heels clicking sharply against the floor.
Meanwhile, Harlan, nursing his wounded hand nearby, watched the situation unfold with growing clarity. The friction between Brenna and Rosie was undeniable. Rosie’s efforts to wedge herself between Ethan and Brenna, hoping to create a rift, were obvious. Harlan smirked, his mind already working, and followed Rosie out of the restaurant, sensing an opportunity.
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