Yates Donovan was stunned at first. He gave Hayes Hughes a long, hard look to make sure the man wasn't joking, then raised an eyebrow and asked with a smirk, "And why should I leave?"
He stood by Mia Grant's bed, leaning against the cabinet with his arms crossed, not moving an inch.
'For Mia's sake, I haven't even kicked him out yet.'
'They ignored me just now, and I didn't get angry, did I?'
'If I fussed over every little thing, I'd have been driven mad by now.'
'Why make things difficult for myself?'
'Stay if you can handle it. That's the unspoken rule.'
'Can't accept it? Then get the hell out.'
'Anyway, I don't care. As long as I'm alive, what do these other guys even matter?'
With that thought, Yates Donovan straightened up slightly. He had to show this home-wrecker, who was clearly pushing his luck, the true bearing of an empress.
