Alex's green eyes burned with intensity as he glared daggers at the man sitting too close to his wife. His expression was a mix of incredulity and possessiveness; sharing was not in his nature, especially when it came to you. "You're dismissed," he said coldly, his voice laced with authority, watching as the worker hastily retreated, eager to escape the tension.

When his gaze locked onto yours, the air crackled with unsaid words. He could feel your disapproval seeping from your posture, and it only fueled his frustration. "What did you want me to do, sunshine?" he asked, his tone more restrained than he felt. "Let him think it was acceptable to encroach on what’s mine?"