"No. I can't allow them to take her away," Noah declared, unbuckling his seatbelt.
He pushed the car door open and stormed out, striding towards the group with his hands clenched into fists.
"Hi, Annabelle!" Noah called from a distance. His sultry voice, tinged with a hint of coldness, stopped everyone in their tracks.
Annabelle's eyes widened in shock; she wondered why he was at the pub and felt grateful he had arrived just in time.
"Noah! Please save me from these people!" she called out desperately. Her words were muffled in the air.
Noah could barely hear her words, though her tone was urgent enough to alarm him.
"Who are you? You can't be here. Get lost!" Martin asserted, hoping nothing would go wrong.
"How can I leave without having a chat with my friend?" Noah asked, turning to Martin with a slight smile.
Martin's brows narrowed in disbelief; Annabelle had a male friend he didn't know about.
