Chapter 173

Lyra's POV

I froze.

The same way everyone in the room did. I had my eyes pinned on Philip. I watched how he tightened his grip till the light in the man's eyes almost faded, before Philip released his fingers. Surely he broke the man's windpipe, we all heard it. But he refrained from finishing the job.

The body fell to the ground with a thud which made me realize that whilst struggling him, the man had been lifted from the ground.

Tristan suddenly turned to me, "This is the first time I've seen him hold himself back, you must have a huge effect on him". He smiled.

I was confused, wondering what was so pleasing that he would smile about, wondering what about this whole situation was worth smiling for.

Philip's eyes met mine, "no one, absolutely no one talks shit about my wife!" He orders.

"And what about the man who ordered her to get whipped?" It was Emily's question.

Both Philip and Tristan glared at her, "how is that any of your business?" Trisran inquired.

My eyes darted to the bod