Chapter 50

The moment Heather saw him, a stabbing pain shot straight through the soles of her feet. She turned her gaze away and was about to leave, but Devon had already stepped out of the car and walked over. "Micah Truman," he called out. Devon's cold, razor-sharp gaze landed on Micah's face. Micah looked back calmly, his amber eyes open and unguarded. Their eyes met. Sparks flew as the air filled with tension. "I hope Mr. Truman understands social boundaries. If it's not yours, you shouldn't covet it," Devon said. With that said, his eyes flicked over to Heather. "What nonsense are you saying?" Heather stepped forward angrily, but Micah blocked her. "Devon." Micah looked at him squarely, his tone stern. "My interactions with her are entirely appropriate. And one more thing—she belongs to herself, not anyone else. Slandering a woman's reputation… don't you find that shameful?" "Exactly!" Esther chimed in. "I suggest you take a hint. If it's not yours, don't cling to it like a shamel