"Don't be so cold to me. The Sinclair brothers don't want you, but I do," Jared replied, refusing to release his grip. His tone and movements were laced with contempt as he raised a hand, aiming to brush her cheek.
Her complexion drained even further. She struggled with every ounce of strength, but Jared's hand drew closer and closer.
Just when he was about to land his hand on her cheek, a pair of long, slender and sharply defined hands stopped him.
Rosetta turned her head, only to meet a handsome face, almost flawless in its features, with deep-set eyes and a strikingly defined profile. A cold glint shone in the stranger's gaze.
"Who are you?"
"Someone you can't afford to offend." The man's voice was low and unyielding. "Get lost."
Jared wanted to retort, but the person standing next to him leaned in, whispering something into his ear. Within moments, Jared and his group hurriedly left.
Freed from the confrontation, Rosetta turned to offer her thanks, but the man was already walking away.
"Please, wait a moment."
The man's tall frame came to a slight halt, though he remained silent.
"Thank you so much for helping me."