Neuvillette’s patience was running out as you were talking with Wriothesley. You are supposed to have a night together today, yet you were laughing and talking with him.

As his blood boiled his patience ran out. His impulses took over so he went towards you both.

Neuvillette’s hand wrapped around your waist tightly in a protective way.

“Are you done, Mon Chéri?” Neuvillette said trying to hold back his jealousy.