Chapter 265
Chapter 265:
Minutes felt like hours as the car sped through the streets.
He didn’t know the full story, but the snippets he had heard—the drunken slurring, Monica’s trembling voice—were enough to set his nerves on edge.
Bars were unpredictable places, rife with trouble, and if Monica was in danger, he wasn’t going to stand idly by.
Back at the bar, Monica held her ground, silently willing Austin to hurry.
She hoped he had caught her distress, but uncertainty gnawed at her. What if he was too far away? What if he didn’t arrive in time?
If Austin didn’t arrive in time, she would have to find a way to escape on her own.
But if he did come, it would mean something—proof that he cared enough to rush to her side when she needed him most.
Her eyes flicked repeatedly toward the entrance, her anticipation growing with each glance.
Meanwhile, the drunkard’s gaze lingered shamelessly, crawling over her like a palpable weight.
His bleary eyes drank her in, from her delicate features to her poised, graceful figure. The way her smooth skin seemed to catch the light only fueled his audacity. He licked his lips, his intentions becoming disturbingly clear.
Unable to restrain himself, he reached out a grubby hand toward her face.
Monica instinctively stepped back, her movements quick and graceful. She forced herself to stay calm, her voice soft and pleading. “Sir, I didn’t mean to bump into you. I’m truly sorry, but I’m not the kind of woman you think I am p>
Her resistance only seemed to stoke his impatience. “Come on!” he barked, his voice harsh and condescending. “Do you even know how lucky you are that I fancy you? Don’t make this harder than it needs to be. You’re not leaving here tonight unless I say so.” His tone carried the weight of his local reputation, a regular tough guy at the bar, expecting everyone to cower under his influence.
Monica’s heart pounded in her chest. Was Austin here yet? Or should she risk drawing more attention by shouting for help?
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Just as panic began to creep into her resolve, a shadow fell across the bar’s entrance.
Monica’s breath caught as her peripheral vision registered his arrival. It was Austin.
Monica bit her lip and, in a calculated move, she reached up and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse.
Monica acted on a sudden idea. If she appeared pitiful and vulnerable, Austin would definitely feel sorry for her. With her trembling hands, she wrapped her arms around herself, her voice quivering. “Don’t come near me… Get away from me p>
The drunkard froze for a moment, startled by her actions. Did she just unbutton her own shirt? His alcohol-fogged brain scrambled to interpret her actions, and a twisted grin spread across his face.
Was she playing along? He hadn’t expected her to come around so easily.
“Ah, now you’re being sensible,” he slurred, his grin growing wider. “Don’t worry, little cutie. I’ll take real good care of you p>
He stepped forward, his arms outstretched, ready to pull her into an embrace.
But before he could lay a finger on her, a firm hand grabbed him by the shoulder and yanked him back with a force that sent him stumbling.
A split second later, a powerful kick landed squarely in his gut, knocking the breath out of him. He hit the ground hard.
The drunkard let out a furious roar. “Who the hell kicked me? Just wait till I get my hands on you p>
He staggered to his feet, seething, but the moment he turned, his bravado faltered.
Standing before him was Austin, radiating an air of power that could silence a room. The drunkard froze, his heart hammering against his ribs.