Dion raised a brow at the fool. But before he could teach him a lesson, he felt the woman beside him stiffening. Her grip on his sleeves tightened to the limit that she was digging her nails into him. Her eyes shivering with fear.
The woman was cold, sharp, and strong. He did not see her flinching all the time she was hiding in his carriage or jumping from there. For some reason, the idea that his man haunts her did not sit well with him.
In that one moment, Dion's eyes went cold and he let go of the approachable kind man completely.
His workmen had already surrounded Dion and Abigail.
"Any of you touch me and I promise you will be sent to Gallows instead of prison.'' The man paused not by the threat but by the tone and darkness behind the voice.
They looked back at their boss only to notice that Mark gulped with fear. They took a step back obediently.