The man in the car was Jay, and from where he sat, the two looked like they cuddled together, sharing an intimate moment. An unexplainable rush of anger rose inexplicably in his throat, and he shoved the door open to spring himself towards the florist shop.
Maisy had affixed an indignant expression on her face, and it turned into surprise when she saw who had bolted through the entrance. "What are you doing here?" she asked in confusion.
Jay pushed her behind him in a protective stance, and his eyes were defensive and hostile. It was the opposite for Collin since he displayed neither fear nor guilt. Instead, he smiled faintly at the intruder.
"I told you not to touch my girl, Collin. Mark my words," Jay warned. With a completely blank expression, his flawless features were still amazingly stunning. Despite that, his face only seemed colder and emptier with the tension brewing.