Chapter 121: Self-preservation
Marcella was stunned by the broad chest in front of her. She squinted her eyes as she couldn’t bear to see the bright colors in the shirt. Denim? He was dressed like the college kids dress these days. Tasteless!
She looked up to see a man in his thirties. He had a certain familiarity to him, that is, he resembled someone and she couldn’t put her finger on it.
She didn’t care much for personal appearances, but this man looked average and the way he carried himself, disillusioned from his age, rang the alarm bells in Marcella’s head.
Also, he could be the reason the security was left in tears.
A loud wolf whistle startled Marcella out of her thoughts.
"Aren’t you a stunner?" The man wrapped his arm around her waist and tried to pull her closer to him.
"F*ck!"
Marcella didn’t know where she got the strength from but she gave a hard punch to his chest making him back off.
The man smirked rubbing his chest. On his face danced a dangerous aura. "Aren’t you a feisty one... Yummy, you’re married too?" he muttered.
Clenching his jaws he took a step forward pulling up his sleeve.
"No, Drew!" Louis tried to hold back that man.
Marcella didn’t wait for someone to rescue her. She had already grabbed the wooden mask ornament hanging by the door and without thinking twice, hit that man on the head using as much force she could gather.