Chapter 85 Drag Her Home
“I haven’t seen her smile like that in a long time…”
William stood in the private room on the second floor, his gaze locked on Renee through the glass wall.
Denton shook his head with a sigh. “If it were up to me, I’d say just go down there, drag her home, and lock her up until she falls for you again.”
Denton chuckled at his own joking words, but to his surprise, William responded with a chilling seriousness. “I’ve actually considered that.”
Denton almost dropped his cigarette in shock. “Shit! You’re really losing it, aren’t you?” William shot him a quick glance, his expression unreadable. He didn’t answer. Instead, he picked up his suit jacket from the sofa and walked out with purpose.
Denton called after him, “Are you leaving already?”
Without looking back, William replied flatly, “I’m going to drag her home.”
Denton stood frozen for a moment, his mouth agape. He rushed to the glass wall, peering down below. He saw Renee heading toward the bar’s entrance, and moments later, William was right behind her.
“Well, damn! He’s serious. He’s really lost it,” Denton muttered, wide–eyed.
Outside the bar, Renee hailed a taxi. A few minutes after the car pulled away, her phone buzzed with a new message.
“Mr. Mitchell is following you.”
Renee glanced over her shoulder and saw the black car maintaining a steady distance behind her.
She frowned, her thoughts racing. What was William up to now? She couldn’t bring herself to believe that the man who had disregarded her for so long would suddenly care. If he was truly falling for her now, it would be the cruelest joke in the world.
“Please pull over up ahead,” she instructed the taxi driver.
The taxi driver found a spot and pulled over. Renee stepped out, adjusting her coat as she walked forward. That was when she noticed a sleek, bright red sports car parked by the roadside. A tall man leaned against it, casually smoking.
Out of habit, her gaze flicked to the car, assessing it instinctively. The man, however, wasn’t looking at the traffic–his eyes were locked on her, unblinking.
She didn’t pay much mind to the attention, but just as she passed him, a smooth, magnetic voice reached her ears. “Well, well. Fancy seeing you again, gorgeous.”
Renee paused mid–step, her head turning toward him. He had deliberately leaned in close, his posture slightly bent, bringing them within inches of each other.
She instinctively took a step back, scanning his face. Something about him felt familiar. After a brief moment, it clicked–he was the man from the men’s room that day.
“It’s you!” she remarked, eyeing him closely.
He nodded, his grin playful and unapologetic. “This time, you remember. That’s progress.”
Renee raised a brow. “This time‘? Are you saying there was a last time?”
Instead of answering, he shook his head and shifted his gaze toward a spot not far away. “Looks like trouble’s found you again. Need a hand?”
Following his line of sight, she spotted William’s car pulling up nearby. Her eyes flicked back to the man’s sports car, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Think you can manage a getaway?”
He smirked, radiating confidence. “I’d say so. But if you don’t trust me, I can always hand over the keys.”
He was joking, of course. Most women would giggle and decline. But Renee was no ordinary woman. Without hesitation, she plucked the keys from his hand and swung the driver’s side door open. “Good call since I indeed don’t trust you. Get in—I’ll drive.”
He threw his head back and laughed before smoothly slipping into the passenger seat.
