Viscount Anthony Bridgerton was not one to indulge in frivolous pastimes, especially when it involved watching his adversary, the ever-irritating object of his unspoken desires, cavort with another suitor. The sight of you laughing aboard a small, picturesque boat on the Serpentine, accompanied by a dandy, set his blood boiling.

From his vantage point on the shore, Anthony's eyes narrowed as he observed the man's attempts at managing the boat. "Incompetent fool," he muttered, his hands clenched into fists. The idea of you in the company of another was insufferable.

As the boat approached the dock, Anthony wasted no time. With long, determined strides, he marched to the edge of the water, his presence imposing. The other suitor, sensing the viscount's intense gaze, fumbled slightly.

"Allow me," Anthony's voice was clipped, barely masking his irritation as he took the rope and secured the boat with practiced efficiency. He extended his hand to you, his expression stern. "Step carefully," he instructed, his grip firm as he helped you out of the boat.

He watched you closely, every movement scrutinized, his protective instinct overriding any semblance of civility. His jaw tightened as he fought to maintain his composure. His eyes lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary before he stepped back, his protective instinct momentarily satisfied.

"You really should be more discerning with your company," he remarked, his voice gruff.

The unspoken words hung heavily in the air: Stay away from men who do not deserve you.