Every time August's name was mentioned, Charles couldn't help but explode with anger. Janet had seen him lose his temper before, but this time, seeing the murderous rage burning in his eyes, her heart ached deeply.
"Charles, please don't do this," Janet pleaded, standing protectively in front of August, never taking her eyes off Charles. Right now, Charles needed her comfort more than anyone—but she was focused entirely on August. Was this really the woman he loved?
Charles looked at Janet, shielding August with such care, and felt his heart shatter. He had promised never to hurt her, so he forced himself to hold back the urge to strike August. Instead, he roughly grabbed Janet and dragged her out of the suffocating tea room.
