As Lyon approached, I frowned and instinctively took a step backward, a wary spark in my eyes. Was he going to engage in a fight with me over Rebecca?

We were a couple of steps away from each other when I noticed him suddenly raise his hand to me.

With gritted teeth, I warned, "Lyon, if you touch me, I—"

I had not even finished talking when Lyon pulled me into a tight hug and asked, "Are you hurt?"

My eyes grew wide with surprise, but I recovered quickly with a cold retort, "No, let me go!"

Even if I was injured, it was none of his business.

As I...