"Are you all right?"
Jonathan's deep, gentle voice came from above her, as reassuring as the arms holding her tight. Niamh took a deep breath, inhaling the faint, pleasant scent of his cologne.
Ramona stared at Jonathan, who had appeared just in time to shield Niamh, her expression twisting with annoyance and frustration.
"So protective of your ex-wife, are we, Mr. Thomas?" Ramona began, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
She couldn't help but think that Jonathan should have just obeyed the patriarch's wishes and married her. The union of the Quinn and Thomas families would have created an unstoppable force in the business world, a win-win for everyone. If only Jonathan hadn't been so stubborn and chosen Niamh, none of this would have had to happen.
"Don't you think you look pathetic, Mr. Thomas, acting like her lapdog?" Ramona sneered, her red lips curling. "Even if you do things like this for Niamh, she won't be grateful. And she's certainly not going to get back together with you."
She looked down her nose at Jonathan and Niamh, who were still locked in an embrace. Niamh tried to push away, but Jonathan held her fast. Still holding her, he glanced over at Ramona and said coolly, "You should take a look in the mirror, Miss Quinn."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ramona's face darkened.
Jonathan just smiled. "Nothing. Just a reminder that you weren't particularly attractive to begin with, and jealousy is making you even uglier."
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