“I know exactly how loyal you are,” he snapped, his eyes narrowing as he stared at Neymar with a piercing look.
He suddenly reached out and grabbed Sophia by the arm.
His hand closed firmly around Sophia’s arm, and he pulled her sharply toward him.
She stumbled slightly before being dragged to his side, caught off guard by the sudden movement.
Magnus’s furious gaze remained locked on Neymar as he held Sophia beside him, his grip firm and possessive.
Then he turned his head slightly toward her.
“Don’t trust him. He’s not the person he’s pretending to be.” His eyes darkened with disdain, and his grip on her arm tightened just a little.
He looked back at Neymar, his gaze cold. “He’s the biggest womanizer I’ve ever seen.”
Neymar’s expression darkened with anger.
Before Magnus could react, Neymar stepped forward and grabbed Sophia’s other arm, pulling her toward himself.
The sudden force made Sophia stumble forward, caught between the two men.
“You don’t have the right to make choices for her,” Neymar snapped at Magnus, his voice sharp with frustration. “Let her decide for herself what kind of man I am.”
He tightened his grip slightly, pulling Sophia closer to his side.
“Sylvia can judge me on her own,” he continued. “You shouldn’t interfere with us. Let her choose what’s best for her.”
Sophia’s patience was already hanging by a thread.
Being tugged back and forth between the two men finally pushed her over the edge.
With a sharp jerk, she pulled her arms free from both of them and stepped back, putting distance between them.
“Enough!”
She stepped back, glaring at the two men, her chest rising and falling with anger.
“You two need to stop acting like children and leave me alone.”
Her gaze moved from Neymar to Magnus.
“I don’t need either of you making decisions for me—about who I’m allowed to see or who I should choose.”
Her voice hardened.
“I’m not interested in either of you. So stop bothering me.”
Then she turned on her heel and walked away quickly, storming down the street without looking back.
Magnus’s gaze followed her retreating figure for only a second before turning back to Neymar.
His eyes were cold and threatening.
“You’re not allowed to get close to her again,” he said in a low, dangerous voice.
Neymar let out a dry laugh.
He bent down and picked up the ring box Magnus had knocked away earlier, brushing the dust off it before straightening again. The bouquet was still clutched in his other hand.
