My Cold-Hearted Husband Wants Me Back
Chapter 49: Next Time, I Won’t Stop At Just His Hand

Chapter 49: Next Time, I Won’t Stop At Just His Hand

The photographer’s chest moving up and down faster. His eyes darted around the room, looking for an escape, but there was none.

"W-What?" he stammered, his voice almost like a whisper.

Eryx took another step forward, his presence suffocating. "I asked you," he repeated, slow and clearly, "which hand touched my wife?"

Lunara’s grip on his sleeve tightened. This was escalating too fast. "Mr. Grantham," she whispered, trying to pull him back. "It’s done. Let’s go."

But Eryx wasn’t listening. His eyes remained locked onto the trembling man in front of him.

The photographer hesitated before slowly raising his right hand, fingers trembling. "I-It was just—"

Eryx didn’t let him finish. In a swift motion, he grabbed the man’s wrist, his grip was painfully tight. A sharp gasp filled the room as Eryx twisted it just enough for pain to shoot up the man’s arm.

The photographer yelped, his legs gave out. "I-I’m sorry! I swear! It won’t happen again!"

Eryx leaned in, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "It never should have happened in the first place." His grip tightened for one more agonizing second before he shoved the man’s hand away, making him stumble back.

The silence was deafening. No one dared to move.

Eryx took a deep breath, his jaw still tight as he stared down at the pathetic excuse of a man before him. "What else?" His voice was low, dangerous. "What else did you do?"

The photographer flinched, his mouth opening and closing as if searching for the right words. But there were none.

Eryx’s fingers twitched, his patience running thin. He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he reached for the man’s other hand.

The photographer yelped, stumbling back in fear. "N-Nothing! I swear, nothing else!"

But Eryx wasn’t convinced. His grip was already tightening when Lunara suddenly shouted.

"Hubby!"

The single word cut through the tension like a blade.

Eryx froze. His fingers uncurled slightly, and for the first time since Lunara tried to call him, he turned his attention away from the trembling man.

His gaze landed on Lunara. She was breathing heavily, her eyes pleading, her grip on his sleeve unrelenting. "Enough," she whispered. "Please."

For a moment, he just stared at her, his expression unreadable. Then, with a slow exhale, his fingers fully released their hold.

The photographer nearly collapsed, gasping for breath, but Eryx didn’t spare him another glance. Instead, he lifted a hand to Lunara’s cheek, his thumb brushing over the faint redness. His voice was quieter now, but no less firm. "Does it still hurt?"

Lunara quickly shook her head. All she wanted at this moment was to calm the furious man in front of her and get out of here as soon as possible.

"Then let’s go." Without another word, he gently took her hand.

Lunara glanced around and did her best to bow to everyone. She felt guilty, and now she had her answer, calling Eryx had not been the right decision.

And just like that, he turned, leading her out of the room, leaving behind nothing but fear and a lesson that no one would dare forget.

Eryx led Lunara out of the studio without another word. His grip was firm, as if afraid she might slip away. The moment they stepped outside, the cold air hit her, making her realize just how badly her hands were shaking.

By the time they reached the car, Lunara’s legs felt weak. She barely had time to settle into her seat before Eryx shut the door.

"Give him the money and make sure he keeps his damn mouth shut," Eryx ordered Callum. His voice was sharp, leaving no room for argument. "And the others in the studio... make sure none of them say a word about what happened."

Without waiting for a response, he pulled open the car door again and slipped inside.

The silence inside the car was heavy.

Lunara sat stiffly, her hands clasped together in her lap, her fingers still trembling. She hadn’t even realized how tightly she was gripping them until Eryx reached over and gently pried them apart.

Her breath hitched as he took one of her hands in his, his warmth a stark contrast to the cold that still clung to her skin.

"You’re shaking," he muttered, his brows drawing together in a deep frown.

Lunara lowered her gaze, unable to meet his eyes. "I’m fine," she whispered.

Eryx didn’t believe that for a second. Without another word, he reached for her shoulders, turning her slightly to face him. His hands moved carefully, skimming over her arms, checking for any sign of injury.

"Did he hurt you anywhere else?" His voice was controlled, but she could feel the fury simmering beneath it.

Lunara swallowed hard. "No... just my cheek. It doesn’t hurt anymore."

Eryx’s thumb brushed over the faint redness on her face, his expression darkening. "Liar."

She flinched slightly at his touch, not because it hurt, but because his gaze was so intense, like he was memorizing every mark left on her skin.

"Raise your shirt, let me check."

Lunara’s breath hitched, her fingers instinctively clutching the hem of her shirt. "I... I told you, I’m fine," she murmured, shaking her head. "There’s no need—"

"Lunara." Eryx’s voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. His sharp gaze locked onto hers. "Just let me check."

She hesitated, but the intensity in his eyes made her give in. Slowly, she lifted the hem of her shirt just enough for him to see her waist.

Eryx’s eyes scanned over her skin, his expression unreadable. There was nothing, no bruises, no marks. Still, his fingers hovered just above her side, as if he expected to find something he had missed.

Eryx’s gaze remained cold as he exhaled sharply. "Turn around," he instructed.

Lunara stiffened. "I’m really fine—"

"Lunara." His tone left no room for debate.

Biting her lip, she hesitated before slowly turning her back to him. She felt the warmth of his palm pressing lightly against her shoulder as his other hand carefully brushed over her back, searching for any sign of bruising.

His touch was surprisingly gentle, but it still sent a chill all over her body. The tension in the air was thick, his silence more unsettling than any words he could have said.

After a few moments, Eryx finally spoke with his low voice. "Nothing."

Lunara let out a quiet breath, gripping the fabric of her dress. "I told you."

Eryx didn’t answer right away. Instead, he let his hand drop away, but his frustration lingered in the way his fingers curled into a fist on his lap.

"Next time," he muttered, "I won’t stop at just his hand."

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