Chapter 7
His friends stared, awkward.
Aidan softened his tone. “I messed up. Let’s talk. Don’t throw yourself away like this.”
His words made me sick. I wanted to gag but held back.
I skillfully opened a bottle, poured a drink, added ice and lemon, and slid it to a customer. Annoyed by my attitude, Aidan grabbed my wrist.
Before he could flip out, Noah appeared.
Every head turned to see the commanding man. His mixed–race features were sharp, and
his vibe was cold.
Aidan froze, then plastered an ingratiating smile on his face. “Mr. Bennett, I’m Aidan Black from Horizon Tech. I sent you my business card once. Didn’t expect to run into you here.”
“I’ve seen you before,” Noah replied curtly.
Aidan grinned, thinking he’d scored points. If Noah remembered him, it could only mean his career in Florough was about to level up.
But in the very next second, his wishful thinking fell apart.
Noah continued, “If you’re here to cause trouble, I’ll have you thrown out.
“No, it’s a misunderstanding,” Aidan fumbled. “I’m Lorelei’s fiancé, and I’m just taking
her home.”
Noah frowned, looking at me. I shook my head. “He’s nothing to me, sir. I don’t know
him.”
Noah signaled, and security escorted Aidan and his crew out.
Aidan tried to grab me, but his friends hissed, “This is Noah Bennett’s place. You wanna get
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blacklisted in this city?”
They dragged him away.
After my shift, I found Callum waiting outside.
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He ran over and grabbed my wrist. “Aidan is done with you, but I’m not picky. Come with
- me. You don’t need to work here.”
He sounded like he was saving me. I yanked free. “You pushed Aidan and Isabella together just to hit on me? You guys are real buddies.”
He tried to get rough, but a horn blared. Noah lowered the car window. “Where to? I’ll drive
you.”
I hopped in, and Callum shouted behind me, “You think a barmaid like you can snag Noah
Bennett? Get real.”
Before he could finish, Noah stepped out, punched him, and grabbed his collar. “Stay away
from her!”
Noah was tall and fit. His swing left Callum reeling.
I sat in the car, tears welling up. Noah got in, wiped his hand, and passed me a tissue.
“Maybe I should quit,” I muttered.
He ignored my plea. “Rely on others, and you’ll always get burned.”
That was a wake–up call. I dropped the quitting talk.
Once we arrived at my apartment, I thanked him. “Not just for tonight, but for buying all that liquor back then.”
I didn’t see him again until months later. He handed me an invitation. “There is a
bartending competition next month. Give it a shot.”
His casual tone and poker face hid his emotions, but I felt his care.
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He treated me differently, but I didn’t call it out because the gap between us was too wide.
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