Suddenly, an intrusive voice sliced through the ambient noise.
“Hey girl, feeling lonely? How about a dance?”
Vincent’s face hardened immediately, his tone cold as he issued a stern command, “Back off!”
His presence was so intense that a single word from him caused the man to shiver, fear washing over him in an instant.
In this rough neighborhood, no one combined refinement with such an intimidating presence, and instinctively, fear urged him to pull back.
Yet, the man managed to retort, “What’s with the attitude? We’re all just trying to have a good time here. Who do you think you are?”
At that moment, a surge in the dancing crowd sent people staggering, several of whom bumped into the defiant man. Overwhelmed by the sudden push, he couldn’t stand firm. Losing his balance, he stumbled toward Katelyn.
As the scene escalated into danger, Vincent acted quickly, pulling Katelyn into his arms protectively.
In the blink of an eye, the man aiming for Katelyn underestimated his step, crashing chin-first into the wall behind their sofa.
“Ouch!” he exclaimed, checking his mouth to discover his teeth shattered.
“Damn it, my teeth! You bastard!”
Thankfully, the booth’s partial enclosures offered some protection.
Had it not been for that, the man might have faced injuries far worse than broken teeth.
Furious, he began to confront the crowd, which quickly escalated as alcohol-fueled tempers ignited.
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Soon, loud arguments filled the space around their booth. Amidst the chaos, Vincent’s quick reflexes resulted in Katelyn ending up seated on his lap.
Katelyn wore a dress, and Vincent thin suit trousers, making the contact between them uncomfortably intimate as they could feel each other’s body heat.
Katelyn’s body tensed, her first instinct being to distance herself from Vincent.
Yet, with the crowd surging around them, there was no space to move, which only forced Katelyn closer into Vincent’s embrace. Their breaths intertwined, igniting a noticeable tension, ambiguous yet intense.
Katelyn gripped Vincent’s shirt tightly in reflex, but a sudden shove from the crowd behind them made her lips almost touch Vincent’s.
Katelyn moved quickly to brace herself, her forehead brushing against his so their lips wouldn’t touch.
Still, the closeness hit her like a jolt, her heart stumbling.
Around them, the world seemed to pause, the noise of the rowdy bar fading into a dull hum. All she could focus on was his gaze—intense and unwavering—making her chest tighten.
Vincent’s breaths came heavier now, a faint scent hanging in the air between them, his throat working as he swallowed hard. A frown plastered his face.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Adams, I didn’t mean—” Katelyn stammered. She tried to pull away, but the crowd behind them surged, louder and more unruly, forcing her closer.
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