His Ex-wife Is An Heiress (Amara and Tobias) novel Chapter 72

“Touch her one more time, and I promise, you’ll lose that hand of yours.”

Tobias’s voice was calm and cold, but his eyes were blazing with fury. His fingers were wrapped around the drunk man’s wrist and his grip was tight, the veins in his arms bulging, showing just how hard he was holding on.

The drunk man hissed and tried to yank his hand free. His first attempt was futile, but the second one, thanks to Tobias’s lessened grip, was a success.

“You fucker,” He cursed, glaring daggers at Tobias who was unfazed by his action.

Rather than paying attention to the man in front of him, Tobias, almost like an instinct, pushed Amara behind him and stepped forward.

The gesture surprised Amara to some extent and she was sure it was the alcohol’s influence that made her heart flutter and skip a beat.

“Get lost.” Tobias commanded, his tone, calm and icy.

“Fuck you, man.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Tobias’s patience was thinning, and a dark shadow cast over his eyes. “If you don’t leave, I’ll make you.”

His threat was a bit vague, but it was enough to have the man backing away slowly.

“Fuck this shit.” He spat angrily, throwing his hands up. “I don’t need this. She’s not worth it.”

With those final words, the man turned around and stalked off, leaving Tobias and Amara alone.

Tobias’s gaze followed the man until he had completely disappeared from his sight, only then did he turn back around, his attention returning to Amara who stared up at him, half drunk.

Seeing her state, he couldn’t help but sigh in annoyance. “I thought better of you, being so careless of your surrounding in a place like this. Have you lost your mind?” His reprimanding tone and choice of words had a sobering effect on Amara, and she frowned.

“I’m not a child. I know how to handle myself.” She countered, glaring up at him in a way that angered Tobias even more.

“The situation earlier said otherwise.”

“But I could have handled it. Don’t mistake me for your little mistress or some prince who’s in need of a prince to come to her rescue.”

“Yet I’ve saved you twice, haven’t I?”

Amara scoffed. “And I’ve repaid you, haven’t I? But if you insist that’s not enough,” She turned around and walked, no, stumbled towards where she placed her purse, returning with a wad of cash. “I can always pay, again.”

As Amara waved the cash in front of him, Tobias clenched his jaw.

Not only was Amara saying that she saw him as a cheap sex worker, but also the fact that the times he had helped amounted to nothing more than a couple of dollar bundles.

Tobias felt insulted.

Before Amara could react, he grabbed the same wrist that had proudly been waving in his face and dragged her close.

The sheer force, coupled with the alcohol that was making her legs weak, was enough to have her staggering, and she would have fallen, had it not been for Tobias’s strong hold.

Her body was pressed up against his and her face was so close, that Amara could see the anger clearly displayed on his face.