Jealous

Liam froze, his eyes frantically scanning Amelie and Einar. The sight of them standing so close, almost as if they were hugging, refused to register in his mind. At the same time, something infuriating ignited deep inside his heart.

Finally, he noticed Einar's hands wrapped around Amelie's thin wrists as if holding her captive. Now, the source of his growing irritation became crystal clear.

Puffing out his chest, Liam marched up to them and forcefully removed Einar's hands from Amelie's wrists, pushing him away so hard that Mr. Ingvarsson almost lost his balance.

"What the hell are you doing to her?!" Liam's voice echoed with anger, his narrowed gray eyes sparking with malice.

Einar straightened his suit and stepped back toward Mr. Bennett, their postures resembling two boxers ready to fight. He looked Liam in the eyes and answered through gritted teeth, "It's none of your business what I was doing, Mr. Bennett."