I froze. So did Gareth. Everything shifted.
He didn’t look at Michelle or the butler. He looked straight at me like I’d personally spit in his drink. His jaw was locked, his shoulders stiff, and that cold, sharp light in his eyes—yeah, I’d seen it before, when he glared at Elliot. But this time, it was aimed at me in full force.
“What is she doing here?” he asked tightly, voice low and menacing.
Michelle blinked, still holding onto his arm. “She’s my tutor. Isa hired her. Isn’t that great?”
He slowly peeled Michelle’s hand off his coat and stepped forward. His gaze never left mine. “Get away from my daughter.”
I froze. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” he growled. “What the hell are you doing in my house?”
I opened my mouth, stunned, but he didn’t give me a chance.
“I told you to stay away from my family,” he snapped. “You think sneaking your way in through my daughter was clever? You think I wouldn’t find out?”
