Misunderstanding

Eleanor was shocked to see how Miller looked as he approached the two of them, his angry gaze fixed on Henry.

She couldn’t for the life of her fathom the reason behind his anger. Unless he thought Henry was harming her? But Henry hadn’t done anything to suggest that, so what the hell was going on with Miller?

Henry watched in irritation as Blackstorm’s Beta approached, looking ready to get into a fight. Where on earth had he come from, and what did he want?

“Who do you think you are to touch her like that?” Miller growled when he stopped right in front of Henry.

Touch her?

Miller was confronting Henry with so much anger because Henry had touched Eleanor?

Behind Henry, Eleanor frowned. Why would Miller be so triggered by Henry touching her?

“How is it any of your business?” Henry asked, cocking his head to the side. “Are you her personal watchdog or something?”

“Henry,” Eleanor called in a warning tone, not wanting him to worsen the situation, “I think it’s a misunderstanding.”

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