*Daphne*
The sound of Daphne’s hand snapping across Rowan’s cheek echoed off the walls of the study. The only sound that followed after that was a sharp gasp that slipped from her lips.
‘Oh my God,’ she shouted inside her head and terror.
Daphne was not one to ever resort to violence. She had never hit anyone in her life. That’s not the kind of person that she was.
Yet the moment her eyes took in the sight of Rowan standing there, the first thing her body felt was total shock. But the second he opened his mouth, that shock was easily replaced with a booming anger.
Daphne could sense the air in the room fill with an unbreathable tension. No one spoke or dared to move a muscle.
“You’ve got a hell of a lot of audacity to come here and throw insults at me—considering, you’re the type of guy who has the ability to leave someone at the godd*mn altar!” she hissed.