Chapter 62.

ASH'S POV

When I saw Freya trying to escape from the man's arms, my blood seemed to boil. My hands clenched tightly, holding back the anger that suddenly rose. Without thinking, I immediately approached them and pulled the man roughly, causing him to fall to the floor.

"What are you thinking you're doing, bastard?!" I shouted in a higher voice than I usually use. My eyes looked at him sharply, as if I wanted to expose the bad intentions hiding behind his smile earlier.

He looked shocked, but quickly tried to get up while straightening his clothes. His eyes turned angry and challenging as if he couldn't accept being humiliated in front of so many people.

"What's your problem?! We're just joking," he said in a sarcastic tone.

"Your jokes have gone too far," I answered firmly, not intending to back down in the slightest. "If you dare touch Freya again, I won't hesitate to make you regret it."

Freya stood next to me, her face red with anger and embarrassment. However, behind that, I could