Edward Selwyn couldn't understand the guardedness and hostility in Adrian Holt's eyes. He furrowed his brows slightly and admonished, "Take good care of Serena. Or else, I definitely won't let you off."
"She's my wife; I will naturally take good care of her. Thank you for your concern, dear senior brother master." Adrian Holt wrapped his arm around Serena Summers' shoulders, deliberately emphasizing the three words "senior brother master."
Edward nodded slightly, his heart settling with a bit more ease.
Although this man could be forceful at times, if one had to pick the person who loved Serena the most, it would undoubtedly be him.
In this regard, Edward felt reassured.
Serena wasn't aware of the invisible confrontation and interaction between the two men—she was merely staring fixedly at Clara Shaw's departing figure.
"She just left like that? Do you think something might happen to her?"