Ethan gave the few people who had spoken a cold glance, his hand resting casually on Ivy's shoulder. In a place where no one could see, Ivy raised her hand and pinched a soft spot on Ethan’s waist, twisting it hard.

Ethan sucked in a breath, his expression growing even colder.

“Look at what you’re saying, gentlemen,” Ethan replied with a forced smile. “I would never claim to have bullied a young girl.” His tone was laced with sarcasm, “Miss Wexley, in ...