Husband With Benefits
Chapter 348: Ian’s Anger

Chapter 348: Ian’s Anger

As Ian approached the table, he could feel the tension in the air. Isabella’s eyes met his, a mix of embarrassment and desperation in her gaze and he had the overwhelming urge to take her away immediately. The man in front of her, however, remained unaware of his presence as he continued to rant," You need to get your head out of the clouds, Isabella! This is not how life works."

Isabella winced at the voice and tried to shush the man, however he continued, impervious to the danger behind him continued, as voice rising with each word." Are you really going to spend the rest of your life trying to please different men and sleep with them. Just because your parents are not looking into yuor who*ing ways, does not mean I will look the other way! Don’t forget, I am going to inherit the family business. And Once I do, I will cut off your allowance! Then you can earn money in the way you know best! By sleeping with men!"

Ian’s temper flared, a white-hot anger simmering beneath the surface as he looked at Isabella’s face which was almost in tears. He had seen enough. Without a second thought, he reached out, grabbing the man by the collar and yanking him off his feet and raising him away from the ground.

The suddenness of Ian’s intervention sent shockwaves through the café, while the man screamed loudly and tried to get away from Ian and onto the floor. But for all of Ian’s lean build, he was able to easily hold the man as he continued to scream.

Isabella was shocked at Ian’s sudden move and quickly stood up trying to say something but as he turned his head to look at her, she felt a lump in her throat. Never has she been more humiliated in her life. And that too in front of a man she admired and respected.

Even as the man’s panicked screaming echoed in the now stunned silent cafe, Ian could hear the derogatory comments echoing in his mind, fueling the intensity of his grip.

Once the man’s screaming slowed and he tried to catch his breath, Ian uttered a single word," Apologize." as he let go of the man who almost slumped to the floor. As the man stood there shakily, Ian spoke again, a silent threat in his words," Apologize."

The man, finally seemed to realize that Ian was asking him to apologize to Isabella and he raised his chin as he said," No. I don’t think I said anything that would make me want to apologize to this bi*ch."

The next moment, the man found himself flailing in the air again as this time he was caught by the neck instead of the collar and he started to suffocate. Once again, the man tried to struggle but in vain.

Finally, Isabella, seeing that the man was turning almost blue, found her voice and pleaded," Ian. Let him go. Its okay."

But Ian couldn’t let go just yet. The man’s insults lingered, and the atmosphere crackled with tension as he growled, "No one should treat you like this."

The onlookers in the café remained frozen, unsure whether to intervene or let the scene unfold.

Isabella looked around and whispered softly, "Ian, please, it’s enough. I can handle it."

Ian, finally registering the distress in Isabella’s voice, reluctantly loosened his grip, allowing the man to slump back into his chair.

However, even as Isabella wanted to only leave, Ian was not satisfied and threatened the man again, "Apologize now and sincerely or I won’t be responsible for what happens next."

The man mumbled a reluctant apology, even though the expression on his face made it clear that he was not happy about it.

Ian opened his mouth to say some more but he caught the tears at the corner of her eyes. With a last threatening look at the man, Ian grabbed Isabella’s hand and pulled her out of the cafe, uncaring of the gazes being directed at the man.

At the exit, he handed the waiter a stack of bills and ordered to blacklist that man.

The chilly air outside the café felt like a stark contrast to the heated atmosphere left behind. Ian guided Isabella towards his car, her hand trembling in his. As they reached the car, Ian opened the door for her, offering a small, comforting smile. Isabella, her eyes red from both humiliation and tears, hesitated before getting in.

As he got in, Isabella averted her face, making it clear with her silence that she felt the need to not talk. Respecting her wishes, Ian simply extended his handkerchief to her, before starting the engine and driving away from the place.

Ian, glancing at her occasionally, could sense the mix of emotions within Isabella. The vulnerability she showed at that moment tugged at something deep within him as he tried to look for something comforting to say to her.

Finally, a little while later, Isabella inhaled deeply and clutching his handkerchief in her hands, looked at him with gratitude," Thank you for today, Ian."

Ian threw a glance at her tear-stained face and gently took her hand in his," How are you doing?"

His kind words almost seemed to spark more emotion as she almost broke down again but he watched her chin firm as she nodded resolutely. He wanted to say more, to ask her who that man was. She’d not been too happy about his arrival that day and yet, here he was saying vile things to her....

However, he knew that she would feel even worse at this and so could only maintain his silence, hoping that she would open up to him herself. Looking at her, he was almost tempted to turn the car around and paint the man’s face with a few bruises!

But, instead of confiding in him, Isabelle chose to retreat as she spoke in a small voice," Ian. Can you please drop me off here?"

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