A brief second passed between them, and the air turned heavy with tension, making it hard to breathe.
Alexander, who was already at the end of his rope, swung his fist towards Chris's face.
However, before his fist could touch his face, a hand suddenly caught his blow from out of nowhere. When Alexander's gaze met the owner of the hand, his eyes narrowed.
Dylan's hardened gaze glared at him. "Mr. Wayne, keep your hands to yourself, or I won't be very nice." He warned.
Meanwhile, Chris stood leisurely by the door, unfazed by the fact that he had been almost punched. Amusement danced in the depths of his eyes. He tapped Dylan's shoulder signalling him to let go of Alexander's fist.
