Fated to Love You Again (Shawn and Norah)

Chapter 158 Norah Was in Danger (2)

Chapter 158 Norah Was in Danger (2)

Did that mean that he had completed his mission and returned safely?

"Are you back?" Norah asked.

Matthew immediately typed back, "Well, I just arrived."

"Great. Welcome back safely."

"Do you have someone with you?" Matthew asked again. Judging from her voice, she was quite drunk.

So, he was worried.

"Someone?"

Norah looked around again and replied in a daze, "Yes, there are many people here. There are people

everywhere. But they are all dancing. I don't want to join them, so I just sit here by myself and drink."

Drink?

Matthew's perception was keen. Many alcoholic drinks named after and tasted like soft drinks in the bar

had a strong aftertaste. Girls might order them by mistake.

Now it was obvious that Norah was heavily drunk.

"Where are you?"

"Me?" Norah looked around for a while before replying "I'm at the **bar."

"Okay, wait, don't run around, I'll come to find you."

After saying that, Matthew instructed Paul, "Go to **Bar."

"Boss, are you going to look for her?"

"What do you think?" Matthew asked rhetorically.

Paul, "..."

His words were redundant.

Putting down her phone, Norah slumped on the table. She was so drunk and dizzy.

Not to mention walking, she felt like she was not able to crawl.

The blurred figures swung in front of her eyes. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Just then, some men walked towards her in her blurred vision.

Norah had a bad feeling. The next moment, the men came over and said enthusiastically, "Little girl,

are you alone? You're drunk. Let me take you home."

"No. I can get back on my own."

But the men had already pressed their eagerness. One grabbed Norah's hand, and the other squeezed

her shoulder and dragged her stiffly to her feet.

Although Norah was a bit drunk, she still had her mind.

She reached out to push them away with one hand, "Go away, you guys go away."

"Girl, you look so pretty. Don't be shy!" These men's hands reached over again.

Norah struggled while crying, "No. Don't touch me."

"Go away."

However, these men managed to find a single girl, so they would not let her go.

Seeing that no one interrupted them, these men became more and more fearless and wanted to get

Norah out of the bar.

The intense pulling made Norah's mind clear. She knew that she could not be taken away by them no

matter how. Otherwise, she would be in danger.

"Get out of here. Get out..."

"Get out, all of you."

Norah pushed them away and tried to run away.

However, she was too dizzy. After running two steps, Norah's legs suddenly weakened, making her

stumble, and her whole body hit the ground hard.

The ground was so hard.

It hurt so much.

Seeing her fall, those men approached again with evil smiles. Their smiles sent shivers down Norah's

spine.

She clutched herself and frantically backed away.

Back again and again.

Behind Norah was a table. She hid under the table.

Seeing that she had no way back, the men became patient and slowly closed in with the desire to

torture her slowly.

"Please, please, let ...... go of me."

"I'm married and not the target you're looking for."

Norah was trembling with fear. Her voice was even weaker, and her whole body was shaking.

"Little girl, it's not a good habit to lie. You're so pretty. How could you have married someone?" A man

said with a loud laugh.

Norah hugged her body tightly and pleaded pitifully, "I have married someone. I am not lying to you."

"You guys let me go!"

But the men had long since set their hearts on it. They would not let her go easily.

One of them, already impatient, rubbed his hands and walked toward Norah with a smile.

Norah was scared out of her wits. At that moment, her mind went blank. She could not think of anything

else.

Fear.

Only fear.

Endless fear.

As she watched the man get closer and closer to her, a face that kept enlarging, Norah felt something

from the table by instinct and smashed it directly at the man without thinking.

Bang!

The man covered his head and wailed out a scream. There was pain on his face.

The next moment, Norah saw blood seep out of his head, and soon, that blood flow more and all over

his face.

The man reached out to wipe a handful of blood. When he saw it, he was furious, shouting out in anger,

"You dare to hit me?"

"Very well, tough enough. I don't like someone who is too delicate and soft. I like to tame someone with

a fiery nature like you."

Norah thought nothing when she threw the thing toward the man.

Now that she saw the man bleeding, she was afraid.

Moreover, the expression on the man's face that he would not give up scared her even more. Norah

was still holding the ashtray in her hand, which had blood dripping down and onto her white dress.

Norah was frightened.

Her hands went limp, and the ashtray fell, smashing straight to the ground with a loud sound.

The sound was so ea,r-splitting like smashing to her heart. That was too frightening.

The man knelt and picked up the ashtray from the ground.

He held the ashtray in one hand and wiped off the blood along the edge of the ashtray with the other

hand.

Then he probed for Norah.

Norah's body trembled in fear. She made a strong effort to back up, but her back was pressed against

a wall, and she had nowhere to back up.

"No... don't..."

"Please, let... me go..."

Norah cried helplessly in fear as she curled up, shrinking frantically. She wanted to escape the man,

but it was useless.

Her eyes widened as she watched the man wipe the blood off the ashtray and wipe it hard on her face.

The sticky, moist feeling immediately spread across her face.

In an instant, Norah was so disgusted that she wanted to vomit.

However, the man didn't give her the chance to vomit.

He cupped Norah's chin with one hand and warned, "Be good and obedient. You can feel better.

Otherwise, there will be more pain for you."

With these words, he wiped his blood-stained hand on the hem of her white skirt.

Only when his whole hand was clean did he say, "Bro, take her away."

Norah was so frightened that she knew it was useless to beg for mercy.

She'd rather die here than be taken away by them.

Without thinking, Norah aimed at a knife on the table.

Seizing an opportunity, she grabbed the knife and firmly placed it against her chin. She forced herself

to calm down and spoke firmly, "I know it's useless to beg. I think you don't want me to die, right?"

"I'd rather die than be taken away by you. Let me go if you do not want to ask for trouble!"

The knife was sharp, and the blade was against her neck. Blood started to ooze out of the wound on

her neck.

Seeing this scene when they entered, Matthew and Paul had their heart in their mouth.