“Of course. Who else would give you such lavish presents?” The man smacked Louisa on her rump.

“Stop, there are so many people. My husband’s here too.”

Zion clenched his fists when Leonardo was talking, his veins popping, but he relaxed after that.

Louisa, her arm still linked with the man’s, walked into the shop.

James pulled Zion aside, asking, “Zion, what’s going on? Why did you marry her?”

“James, don’t.” Zion looked troubled.

“Tell me.”

James’ expression darkened.

Many people had ar