Chapter 12 Come Home With Me

Alden slammed the car door shut. His face darkened while he strode toward Thalia. He was shocked to find that the man beside her was Tyren. "You actually came back!" Tyren didn't respond, only looking coldly at Alden. Alden met his gaze and felt an oppressive sense of unease. It lasted only a second before he quickly looked away. "Thalia, come home with me!" He stepped forward and wanted to pull her into his arms. However, Tyren stepped back, cleanly avoiding his hands. "Take your filthy hands off her." Thalia was limp in his arms and wrapped loosely in a suit jacket. Alden couldn't see her face—only her bare and fair legs dangling weakly in the dim light. The overwhelming smell of alcohol on her hit Alden when he came close. His brows furrowed sharply. "Tyren, let me remind you that she's my wife. Who gives you the right to take her out drinking?" "Keep your lower half under control if you know she's your wife." With that, Tyren turned around to open the car door and placed Th