The next second—
The door exploded inward.
A heavy thud echoed as the fire hydrant clattered to the floor, spinning once before lying still in the corner.
Norman stood there, chest heaving, his eyes completely bloodshot as he took in the scene inside the private room.
It was dim, the air thick. Clothes were scattered across the floor.
Rhett was lounging on the sofa, looking at him with an expression of pure, icy indifference.
And in his arms… a petite figure, trembling, almost swallowed whole by an oversized suit jacket.
Norman strode forward without a single hesitation. His voice was raw. "Give her back to me."
Rhett's cold gaze swept over him, laced with mockery. "Give her back? She was always mine to begin with."
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The tension between the two men was a physical thing, thick enough to choke on.
Norman couldn't take it anymore. He surged forward, reaching out to grab Kelsey back by force.
