His eyes met Adele's first, and that man looked angry! She was shocked but surprisingly, she didn't feel scared. Not because she was brave, but because she knew him. No, to be precise, she recognized his face.
Then his gaze dropped to the hands on her body and he saw one drunk male's hand was groping her breast and the other's hand was on her thigh, sliding higher.
The fury that crossed his face was volcanic, so much so that he cracked the doorframe he was holding.
One moment he was in the doorway, the next he was there, and Adele didn't even register him crossing the distance.
Each of his hands seized one of the drunk men and ripped them away from her with such brutal force, that both men stumbled backward in opposite directions and Adele was left standing in the middle.
"What the—" the first male started but he could never finished.
