After Divorcing my Captain Husband (Chloe and Michael)

After James spoke, he slowly got out of bed and struggled to put on his coat. Chloe sighed, conceding defeat, "I'm coming with you."

If something happened to him, she'd have a hard time explaining it to Smith.

Chloe drove James to the bar.

At the entrance, Asher was anxiously waiting. As he saw James get out of the car slowly, Asher's eyes showed a flicker of guilt. "Sorry, man. I really had no choice." If Vicky had just listened, he wouldn't have needed to drag James into this mess.

"Let's go," Asher said, leading the way into the bar.

Inside, the multicolored lights flashed across the faces of the three of them, making Chloe squint.

Asher knew where Vicky's table was and headed straight for it.

Before they were even close, Chloe spotted a woman dancing on the couch, clearly lost in the music. It had to be Vicky.

She was holding a half-empty bottle of beer, her expression one of reckless abandon.

Nearby, a group of men leered at her, their eyes roaming over her smooth legs in a disgusting manner.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Asher, seeing the way those men looked at Vicky, lost his temper. He pushed through the crowd and stormed toward her.

"Vicky, get down from there!"

Vicky paused, then saw Asher. She stubbornly kept her gaze away. "Why should I? I'm having a great time up here!"

Chloe followed James closely.

When Vicky noticed her, she took a bigger gulp of her beer and even provocatively draped her arm around one of the men's necks, trying to dance closely with him. Asher was fuming.

"Vicky, get down now!" Asher demanded, reaching for her arm.

The man next to Vicky scowled at the interruption. "Who are you? Didn't you hear her? She doesn't want to leave with you."

"I'm her brother!" Asher snapped back.

The man laughed. "Her brother? Well, I'm her brother too. Since you're her brother, maybe you should be a bit more understanding and let her enjoy herself." James had been silent up until now. Seeing the man's hand moving up Vicky's thigh, he pulled out his gun and pressed it against the man's chest. "Get lost."

In this country, carrying a gun was legal, but for this man, seeing a gun pointed at him was a shock. He practically collapsed in fear.

Vicky was furious. She was about to yell at James for interfering when she caught his cold, unyielding gaze.

"Get down."

Vicky shrank back and reluctantly climbed down from the couch.

She pouted, asking, "James, who do you think you are to boss me around? Why do you care if I drink with someone else?"

The loud music in the bar made her almost shout her words.

James' brow furrowed as he pulled her toward the exit.

The bass was so intense it was almost deafening.

Outside, Vicky shrugged off his hand, still bristling. "If you don't like me, then stay out of my business. What are you even doing here? Do you think I care about you?" James ground his teeth. "Vicky, you're an adult. Do you have any idea what those men inside are thinking about you? I could walk away, but it's your brother who's worried about you, so he called me here. Do you think I wanted to come?" Vicky's eyes filled with tears.

"Then leave!"

Before anyone could react, a group of people burst out of the bar. One of them, brandishing a bottle, swung it at James' head without hesitation.