Page 87 of A Marquess to Save Her

Louise blushed and shook her head at him, while a smile crept up on her face.

"I make a toast to the bride," Felington said, and the table went quiet as everyone turned to look at him.

He smiled at Callum and then belched.

"After all, Lady Louise would be needing a lot of good luck to be with a man like Callum," Felington said, raising his glass in Louise's direction.

Callum rose to his feet.

"Felington, I will not have you come to my wedding breakfast to disrespect me or my wife," he seethed.

"Why are you being so defensive? Is it because you know that you are not worthy of her, friend?" Felington said, staggering just a little

"You, Felington are, most definitely, not my friend. If you do not get composed, I will have you thrown out in an instant," Callum warned.

"I apologize, Callum," Felington said, raising his hand in the air as though in surrender as he made to sit down.

"You know you are right," Felington said, as he stood up yet again, "I am not your friend and you made that quite clear when you got married to the woman that I wanted to marry."

There were gasps among the guests.

"I introduced you to her and what did you do, you decided to marry her. You, Callum, are an awful friend. To think that I used to see you as the brother that I never had," Felington continued to the indignation of the guests.

"Felington, this is the last time I will be warning you," Callum said, "leave my wedding breakfast now else."

"Else what!" Felington asked, laughing, "What would you do if I refused to leave?"

"I will teach you a lesson that you will not forget in a hurry," Callum said.

"Fine!" Felington said, "I will leave your wedding breakfast."

He half-walked and half-staggered until he stopped in front of Louise, his cup of alcohol still in hand.

"I just want you to know that I would have treated you so much better if you had married me," Felington said.

Callum walked over to Felington until they were barely two feet apart.

"Leave...Now!" He whispered in a dangerously low tone.

"And if I do not?" Felington asked, laughing.

Callum did not respond, instead, he fixed him with a stern look.

"You would rather not respond to me, huh?" Felington said, and then, he did the most unexpected thing.

He pushed Callum. The push, however, did nothing to destabilize Callum and he only stood there, now angrier than ever.

"You always end up having everything that I wanted," Felington suddenly blurted out, "you are a marquess and I am nothing but a bloody Earl. You have a grandfather that everyone respects and what do I have? Nothing! You seem to always get the ladies without even making an effort and yet again, I am left with nothing. Now, you have taken the woman that I want and made her your bride."

Callum was taken aback by the outburst and for a moment, he could not help but feel sad for Felington.

He closed the space between them and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Felington, you are drunk. Go home, have a deep sleep lest you embarrass yourself even more," Callum said.

Felington shrugged him off. "And here you come with your do-good attitude," he said bitterly, "you must think you are so better than I am, huh?"

"For so long I have been in your shadows. DAMN YOU, CALLUM!" he shouted as he threw his glass of alcohol at the wall.