The security guard looked at Ambrose and said, "Please, you need a ticket to enter. We can’t let anyone in without one." Ambrose nodded and said, "Don’t worry about that, actually I’m with—" He didn’t finish as he saw Aurora approaching. He pointed at her and said, "I’m with her; she might have the ticket." Aurora walked over, greeted the security guard, and asked, "What’s the problem?" The security guard explained, "One can’t enter without a ticket.” Aurora nodded and opened her little purse, pulling out two tickets. She handed them to the security guard. Ambrose looked at her in surprise and said, "So, you even got the tickets before coming to see if I was interested?" Aurora bit her lip slowly and nodded shyly. Ambrose laughed lightly and said, "This lady, so what if I had said no?" Aurora chuckled and said, "Thank God you arrived.” Ambrose continued to laugh, and Aurora stared at him, thinking, Oh my God, what a beautiful laugh. He’s so charming. I wonder what could make s
Ava sat quietly, her eyes downcast. “Wait, Dera. You don’t even know Ambrose. How can you hate him that much?” Dara laughed softly, her tone tinged with a hint of frustration. “It’s not about hating him, Ava. I just want the best for you. It bothers me seeing you stressed over someone who can’t even afford a $100 ticket. You deserve someone who can offer you more, someone who can make you happy and secure. Ambrose is just dragging you down.” Ava looked up, her voice firm. “Ambrose isn’t dragging me down. My mom once told me how, when they were classmates, Ambrose’s mom treated her so well and sacrificed a lot for her. So, Ambrose deserves to be treated right, whether he’s rich or poor. My mom got certain opportunities because of what Ambrose’s mom did for her.” Dara shook her head dismissively. “Forget about those things, Ava. That’s between them, not you and him. Besides, what you’ve already done for him is more than enough. You don’t need to go out of your way to repay something f
Ambrose chuckled softly and said, "I’m not much of a dancer, I don’t dance." Aurora smiled reassuringly and said, “Don’t worry, we’ll try.” Ambrose nodded, pulling her closer and wrapping his arms around her. He looked into her eyes, and Aurora’s cheeks flushed with a delicate pink. As they moved together, Aurora felt a flutter of happiness. It was the first time she had been held like this by a man, and the closeness stirred a mix of emotions in her. Ava and Dera sat at their table, drinks in hand. While Ava continued to sip her beverage, deep in thought, Dera was fully immersed in the lively atmosphere. She moved her body rhythmically to the music, swaying and enjoying the beats, but neither of them was on the dance floor. Dera looked at Ava and asked, “Ava, won’t you dance?” Ava glanced around and replied, “Dance with who?” Dera grinned and said, “There are a lot of hot guys here. Dance with one of them, of course.” Ava shook her head, saying, “No, I’d rather sit here and dr
Dera, desperate to help, kept pulling at the man’s arm and shouting for help. She even turned to the people around them, pleading for assistance. However, most were too engrossed in their own drinks and dancing to notice the escalating situation, their attention fixed on their own enjoyment. Ava’s fear grew as she felt increasingly trapped, the crowd’s indifference making her plight even more frightening. Ava, her voice trembling with fear and frustration, shouted, “Leave me alone! My husband will deal with you!” The man laughed mockingly, his grip still firm. “Husband? Are you lying to me?” “I’m not lying,” Ava insisted, her voice edged with desperation. “He’s here, and he won’t spare you.” The young man’s smile widened as he taunted Ava. “I want to see who this husband of yours is. Come on, let’s go to the center. Everyone will see us, and then we’ll see how bold your man can be to come after me.” With that, he began dragging Ava forcefully toward the center of the club, his gr
Dera, desperate to help, kept pulling at the man’s arm and shouting for help. She even turned to the people around them, pleading for assistance. However, most were too engrossed in their own drinks and dancing to notice the escalating situation, their attention fixed on their own enjoyment.Ava’s fear grew as she felt increasingly trapped, the crowd’s indifference making her plight even more frightening.Ava, her voice trembling with fear and frustration, shouted, “Leave me alone! My husband will deal with you!”The man laughed mockingly, his grip still firm. “Husband? Are you lying to me?”“I’m not lying,” Ava insisted, her voice edged with desperation. “He’s here, and he won’t spare you.”The young man’s smile widened as he taunted Ava. “I want to see who this husband of yours is. Come on, let’s go to the center. Everyone will see us, and then we’ll see how bold your man can be to come after me.”With that, he began dragging Ava forcefully toward the center of the club, his grip un
Ava, hearing her name called in a familiar voice, felt a surge of hope. Her face lit up as she quickly scanned the crowd. As she spotted Ambrose standing aside, a tear rolled down her cheek, and she called out, “A…am… Ambrose.” The relief and happiness she felt were palpable, as if his presence alone could erase her great despair. Dera, glancing at Ambrose, felt a slight frown form on her face. She was frustrated to see him show up now, feeling he was intruding at a critical moment. “Ambrose, please save me,” Ava pleaded, her pride forgotten in her desperation. Ambrose, his heart aching at the sight of his wife being forced and manipulated, felt a surge of fury. He advanced toward Felix with determination, his anger evident. The crowd began to murmur, wondering who this young man was. Felix turned and sneered, “Oh, so is he your husband you mentioned? Not bad—he’s dressed neatly and has good looks too. But who told you that even if he’s really your husband, he can save you from me
Ambrose looked at Aurora with a grateful expression and said, “Thank you.” He then gently separated from her embrace.As Ava started to walk forward shyly, wanting to thank Ambrose, she finally saw Aurora’s face. “Gasp!” Her mouth opened in shock as recognition set in. Aurora looked equally stunned as she saw Ava.“You?” Ava said, her voice trembling as she looked from Aurora to Ambrose. She remembered Aurora as the woman who had demanded a new car after their collision. The realization that Aurora knew Ambrose shocked her.“Ambrose, her?” Ava asked, glancing between Aurora and Ambrose.Ambrose, feeling the situation didn’t need further explanation, chose to ignore Ava’s question. Instead, he walked towards Dera and said, “You were the one who convinced me to bring her here, right?”Dera, a bit frightened by Ambrose’s intensity, shook her head and replied, “What do you mean?”“Don’t lie,” Ambrose said firmly. “Ava never goes to clubs. It means you brought her here. If anything happens
Aurora started driving again, but after a short while, she noticed Ambrose was unusually quiet. She pulled over slightly, tapped his arm, and said, “Ambrose.”Ambrose, jolted back to reality, looked at her and replied, “Yeah, yeah, sorry. What’s wrong?”“Your mind isn’t here,” Aurora said with concern. “Is everything fine?”Ambrose nodded and said, “I’m fine. It’s late already,” he glanced at the time, “why did you stop? Let’s go.”Aurora nodded and resumed driving. After a moment, she glanced at him and said, “Your wife…”Ambrose interrupted, “Her name is Ava.”Aurora nodded and continued, “Why were you so cold to Ava, even though you love her? I could see how much it hurt you to know she was being forced. You even wanted to hit that guy with a bottle, not caring about the consequences.”“Was I cold to her?” Ambrose asked, his face expressionless.“Yes, you were. You should have spoken to her calmly,” Aurora said. “I know she might have done something to upset you, but she’s a lady.