Chapter 6 Dangerous Ex-Husband
At that moment, the two drunk men in the hallway were still harassing Candice.
As they approached, Candice stepped aside, making her way straight to the door, ready to leave.
"Hey, beautiful, don't go."
One of the drunks boldly raised his hand, reaching for Candice's shoulder.
However, before his fingers could even touch her, Candice's eyes darkened. She swiftly raised her leg and delivered a powerful kick straight to the man's groin.
The man let out a piercing scream of agony.
His drunk companion instantly sobered up at the sound. "Finn, are you okay?"
Finn's face had turned pale, his eyes burning with fury as he glared at Candice. "You bitch! How dare you kick me? I'll teach you some respect. Grab her! Tonight, I'm going to make her regret this!"
"Got it."
The other drunk nodded quickly and immediately moved to grab Candice.
Candice had initially hoped to avoid trouble.
But seeing how things were escalating, she knew she had to take action.
Even now, she remained calm enough to consider her options.
Should she execute a shoulder throw, or maybe use some of her defensive powder on them?
The self-defense powder she carried would be enough to teach them a lesson.
Just as the drunk's grabby hands were about to reach her, a long, powerful arm suddenly extended through the gap in the nearby door, firmly gripping the drunk's wrist.
Those fingers were evenly spaced, pale and elegant, with a small black mole near the tiger's mouth of the palm—a strangely sensual detail.
Candice's eyebrow twitched. That hand looked oddly familiar.
Before she could place it, the drunk's scream of pain filled her ears.
In the next second, someone forcefully kicked the door open and stepped out.
Those long, lean legs were wrapped in black dress pants, leading up to a simple black button-down shirt covering a perfectly proportioned frame.
Though the outfit was utterly ordinary, on him it exuded an aura of restraint and nobility.
Candice's gaze slowly traveled up to the man's breathtakingly handsome face. His features were deep and sculpted, and above his high, straight nose sat a pair of hawk-like, penetrating eyes.
At this moment, those eyes were fixed on her, deep as still water—ice-cold and hiding endless danger.
Candice's mind was about to explode!
She suspected she really must be drunk!
No wonder that mole had looked familiar—the man standing before her was none other than Brandon, her ex-husband, whom she hadn't seen in years!
Candice's scalp tingled with shock. She never imagined she'd encounter Brandon—the very person she'd tried so hard to avoid—in circumstances like these.
Now, Brandon had also clearly recognized Candice's face.
After several years, she had gained a certain maturity, her demeanor now carrying a bewitching elegance.
Very different from her former gentle, obedient self, she was now beautiful in an almost aggressive way.
She merely needed to stand still to draw everyone's attention.
No wonder she'd attracted trouble.
Brandon's expression darkened as he practically gritted out her name, "Candice!"
His voice snapped her back to reality.
She had almost forgotten about the two drunks, and reflexively turned to flee.
But Brandon's reactions were much faster than hers.
He tossed aside the drunk he was holding, stepped forward to block Candice's escape route, and grabbed her arm, pulling her back.
His tone was icy, tinged with irritation as he demanded, "Candice, why are you running?"
Candice didn't even know why she was running.
Her mind was in complete chaos—she just didn't want to face Brandon.
"Let go of me!"
She struggled desperately, trying to shake off Brandon's grip, her delicate features showing nothing but coldness and distance.
Gone was any trace of the warmth and softness from before.
Seeing Candice like this made Brandon deeply uncomfortable.
Having finally caught her, he had no intention of letting go. Instead, his grip tightened.
The two of them were now grappling at the top of the staircase—one wrong move and either could fall.
Seeing that Candice had no concern for safety, Brandon backed her into a corner and impatiently instructed Knox, who hadn't yet entered, "Knox, take these two drunks away and deal with them!"
Knox didn't dare delay. He hurried over with security to drag the two drunks away.
Before leaving, Knox stole a quick glance at the scene.
His eyes nearly popped out in shock.
It really was Brandon's ex-wife! The one who had disappeared six years ago, leaving nothing but divorce papers without so much as a goodbye!
Knox didn't dare linger and quickly left, making sure to close the door behind him.
Candice's heart clenched, her emotions in turmoil.
Especially when she realized how close they were standing, with Brandon's distinctive scent overwhelming her senses.
It was the fragrance she had once loved and been addicted to!
After six years, she'd thought herself immune to its effect.
Yet now, she still felt a moment of breathlessness.
Candice, what was wrong with you!
You were already divorced, what were you afraid of?
She admonished herself internally, forcing herself to remain calm. Only then did she slowly raise her eyes to meet Brandon's, speaking in an ice-cold voice, "Do you need something, Mr. Obelon?"
The cold, formal address fell on Brandon's ears and predictably ignited his anger.
"What do you think?"
Brandon's eyes were dark and frigid, his entire being radiating pressure and danger.
Candice's heart trembled, though her expression remained composed.
She spoke slowly, "If Mr. Obelon is here about helping me just now, then I thank you! Now, please move aside. My friend is waiting for me."
Hearing her repeatedly call him "Mr. Obelon" with that distant attitude as if they were strangers, Brandon's brows furrowed deeply.
He showed no intention of moving aside as he coldly asked, "Is that all you have to say?"