Mr. Norman, She's Out of Your League Now novel Chapter 6

Back in the stairwell, the two drunk men were still pestering Charlotte.

As they staggered closer, she quickly stepped aside and made her way toward the door, intent on getting out of there.

"Hey, gorgeous, don't leave yet!" one of them slurred, reaching out boldly to grab her shoulder.

But before he could touch her, Charlotte's gaze turned cold. In one swift move, she lifted her leg and kicked him square in the groin.

The man let out a blood-curdling scream.

The other drunk snapped to his senses at the sound. "Daniel, are you okay?"

Daniel's face had gone ghostly pale. He glared at Charlotte with murderous rage. "You bitch! How dare you kick me? Grab her! Tonight, I'm going to make her wish she was dead!"

"Yeah!" The second man nodded frantically and lunged at Charlotte.

Charlotte had been hoping to avoid causing a scene. But now, it was clear she had to do something.

At this point, she began to sort through her options.

She could throw him over her shoulder or maybe dust them with the knockout powder she carried for self-defense

Just as the man's filthy hand was about to grab her, a strong hand shot through the gap in the door and clamped down on his wrist.

The hand was striking with long, slender fingers and a small, dark mole near the base of the thumb.

Charlotte blinked as she recognized the hand.

Before she could even piece it together, the drunk man howled in pain. "Stop! It hurts!"

A second later, the door was kicked open violently, and a man strode out.

He wore tailored black slacks that framed his long legs and a simple black t-shirt.

The outfit would have looked plain on anyone else, but it looked elegant and dignified on him.

Charlotte's gaze was drawn upward, locking onto the man's face. He had sharp features, a straight nose, and dark eyes that gleamed with chilling intensity.

He stared at her coldly. His glare was so chilling that it felt like it bore a hole through her.

Charlotte felt her mind go blank. For a moment, she thought she must be drunk.

It was no wonder that mole had looked familiar. Because the man standing in front of her was none other than her long-lost ex-husband, Brian.

Charlotte felt a cold shiver race up her spine. Of all the people she could have encountered, it had to be the one man she had been desperately trying to avoid.

Brian also had a clear look at Charlotte's face.

After all these years, she had changed. There was a new maturity to her now—a kind of elegant allure that had not been there before. Gone was the gentle, obedient girl he once knew.

She could attract anyone's attention without even trying.

No wonder she had gotten herself into trouble.

Brian's expression darkened as he yelled, "Charlotte!"