In the unexpected turn of event, Bea was instantly stunned in her place. However, she could still feel the great deal of panic over the chaos. Her nervousness was evident in her grip on the tray. As if she was getting strength from the tray of drinks, so she doesn't lose consciousness.

She clearly saw the arrogant customer punched the guy who had saved her. After that, the two guys wrestled and nothing stopped them immediately, no one tried nor dares.

Fortunately, her hero looks like he is going to win the fight. Because he's now choking the nasty customer in the neck.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Stop!" Finally Rexon arrived, he was the one who controlled the two in the fight. Then came the bouncers too.

Just as quickly as the chaos happened, so did they quickly stop. Eventually, Rexon announced his apologies to all the customers. He told that the fun should continue because everything was under control and has nothing to worry about anymore.

But one moment there, the tray that Bea was holding suddenly slipped into her hands. Good thing, she was able to propped on her one hand on the table before she could get out of balance. She felt as though her whole body weakening after what she had witnessed. She is not used to any trouble. She didn't want anyone to get hurt because of her.

Bea had no idea that Rose would support her, but because Owell was fast, Owell was ahead of Rose.

"Let's go." Owell grabbed Bea's wrist quickly and pulled her out of the bar.

Rose had left behind there. Her mouth literally hung open, unable to believe what she had witnessed.

What is Boss Owell planning to do with Bea? Rose thought.

"Hop in!" Owell's powerful commanded to Bea as they reached the outside of the bar, and a cab immediately stops in front of them.

"Um... Wait! Where are we---" Bea would have liked to protest. She avoided herself entering the cab door. She hesitated to go with the guy who saved her because basically he was still a stranger.

"Hurry up! Do you want that sick fuck to catch us?" But since the guy said, Bea has been forced to ride. Of course she was more afraid of that rude customer than this guy she is with right now.

"Hoh!" The guy sighed heavily when the taxi begins to move. Maybe because they're safe already.

Bea watched the guy, full of admiration. In fairness, he is even more handsome now because of his messy hair. He looks tired in a manly way. He's incredible.

"You okay?" but suddenly the guy diverted his gaze at her.

To her surprise, she also suddenly withdrew her gaze, pretending she was busy looking out the window rather than answering the question. Well, she's fine, no need to answer it.

"Tss!" A simple reaction of the guy that she heard. No doubt, he caught her staring at him.

Bea experienced an acute twinge of embarrassment. Her face from pinkish to a deep red. Geez!

"Ouch!" groaned the guy that she heard again.

Biting her lip, Bea stiffened her neck so that she wouldn't dare look at the guy again. What she couldn't control was her heart. Her heart was beating too fast, trumping wild. It was like there's someone drumming on it. Gosh!

"My face seems broken! Fuck! I'm going to kill that fool if I'll see him again!" the guy blurted out angrily that caught her interest.

Even though she didn't want to, Bea's gaze snapped back to his. And she saw the guy massaging his own jaw while his mouth twisted wryly. There's no trace of the blow like bruises, yet, but it is red and somewhat swollen.

Bea partly blamed herself for what happened. Guilt swarmed to her. "I'm sorry about that. It's my fault," so she apologetically said, head down.

"Don't be sorry. It's better if you just thank me," but the guy said coolly. "What I have done for you is very dangerous. So please avoid being stupid next time."

Bea threw a bizarre look. Instead of saying 'Thank You' as the guy wanted, she stared at him with calculation. Did he call her stupid? What a rude?!

The guy clicked his tongue, shook his head with disappointment, and then ran a hand through his hair. "Fine. It's okay if you don't want to thank me. Not a big deal, though."

Bea's mouth gaped momentarily and her brows creased because there's a part of her heart that was a bit turned off for the guy. She thought, this guy is a bit arrogant too, as was her first expression.

"Where to, sir, ma'am?" Until the cab driver interjected into their conversation.

"Oh, yeah. Where do you live?" asked by the guy. His gaze swung swiftly back to Bea.

"Um..." Bea couldn't get her tongue around a reply. It was because she remembered one of Joann's orders to her, and that is to not bring strangers into their home. "Sorry, I can't give you my further details," she said demurely after a while.

"I know it." Automatically, the guy extended his one hand for a handshake as if he read what's on her mind. "Let's introduce ourselves then. I'm Owell Esmeria. Twenty six years old. How about you?"

But Bea was getting more confused. She chewed her lower lip not because she was hesitant about telling her name and age also, but it was because finally she knew already what the guy's name was.

So, Owell is his name. Really fits of him, Bea thought.

"My arm is getting numb, Bea," Owell told her, getting her attention.

"Huh?!" She seemed to have woken up in a momentary nap after Owell mentioned her name.

Owell rolled his eyes in a manly way, showing that he was already bit tired of waiting for her answer and for accepting his hand shake.

"But you know me already. You mentioned my name, didn't you?" she reasoned out because she didn't want to accept the handshake. She didn't want Owell to know that her palms were cold. She didn't know, but she was really shy.

"Of course it's different if we formally introduce ourselves to one another, so that you would not think I'm a stranger," Owell explained. "Yeah. I know you're scared because you think I'm a stranger. And I also know that you don't want to say where you live because you think I might have a bad plan for you."

"I-It's not like that," Bea said, a little embarrassed. And in fact, she felt a bit of heartache. She thought that Owell had introduced himself because he likes her, but she seems wrong.

A small smirk occupied Owell's lips. Then he just rubbed his embarrassed hand on his nape.

"Where is our destination, sir?" asked the driver once again.

"Just go straight ahead for a while, boss," Owell replied. He leaned back against the chair, relaxed his arms, and then closed his eyes.

Bea, on the other hand, felt more uncomfortable. She nibbled her lips as she continued to glance at Owell.

Who can calm down in this situation anyway? She thought.

"Pull over, please," until she suddenly commanded to the driver. She remembered something when she noticed that she was still in uniform.

But because of what she did, the driver suddenly took the car break which caused Owell's face to almost collide behind the passenger seat headrest.

"Oops!" Owell blurted out, flabbergasted. Good thing, he immediately propped his hand to keep him from hurting his self more.

"Sorry, but I can't go home yet. I have to go back," Bea apologized to Owell before getting out of the cab.

"Hey!" But Owell also went out after telling the taxi cab driver not to leave and wait for them. He followed Bea and grabbed her by the arm. "Where do you think you're going?"

Bea gave Owell a pitiful glance. "I need to go back to the bar to get my belongings"

"No way!" But Owell refused. He tightened his grip on her arm.

"But I have to change clothes. Look." Bea showed off her waitress uniform before explaining. "I can't go home to my cousin's house wearing this."

"You can't go back there now. It's still dangerous. For sure that guy is still there. For your safety just go back there tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll call Rexon or Mother S later to put your belongings in a safe place. And that uniform, that's not a problem, I'll just buy you new clothes," Owell demanded just to stop her.

Bea shook her head widely. "No. I will not go back there tomorrow or the next day or next week ever again," and then she confessed.

"And why?" Owell cocked an eyebrow at her with suddenness.

"B-Because I... I realized that it's really scary working in that place," Bea answered, stuttering. In just an instant, she preferred that reason rather than the truth. She didn't want to put involved Rose in this situation again.

"Not so much. Not every day there will be a chaotic scene at the bar. You're just unlucky now with that customer. Believe me, it's fun there," Owell said nonchalantly. He let go of Bea's hand and put it in his pockets, showing that whatever Bea's decision this time, he will not stop her anymore.

Bea bit the side of her mouth, deep in thought then she nodded and smiled. She cannot deny that at least she did enjoy working at the bar even for a few hours only. "Yeah, I know. But the truth is that, I really have no intention of working there. Sorry, but you just mistook me as an applicant a while ago and because I wanted to see and talk to someone inside the bar I decided to just go with the flow into Sir Rexon's offer," and she confessed again.

Owell's brows drew together. Not saying anything, he gave her a steady look, waiting for more explanation.

"The truth is, Rose is my friend. My best friend actually," so she added to her confess.

"Rose Marie? The dancer on the show earlier?" asked Owell reassuringly.

Bea's tiny innocent lips smiled, then she nodded once. Until she realized that she was already talking about her and Rose.

"If that's the case, then you should return to the bar tomorrow. You have to fix your friendship with Rose," and Owell's advice after hearing the summarized story.

She shook her head morosely. "I don't want to do that anymore."

"If you don't want to, then what would happen to your friendship?"

She took a deep breath. "She is the one who doesn't want to be my friend again," and when she spoke, her voice emerged as a rasp.

"Are you certain with that?" Owell asked with a pout.

"Yes, because she does not want to pay attention to me. And the way she treats me, it seems like she wanted me to leave the bar right away and never come back."

"Really?" Owell rubbed a hand down his jaw, as if he were comparing a two things to his mind.

While a deep sadness crept on Bea. Now she regrets why she had seen Rose, hopefully not anymore.

"Do you really want her to be your friend again?" shortly, Owell asked for her again.

She didn't answer. She just eyed him hopelessly.

But maybe it was because of her eyes that sparks her desire to talk to Rose and become a good friend again, Owell snapped his fingers in the air.

"Okay. Leave it to me. I'll take care of it. Just come back to the bar tomorrow night," and then Owell said to her with vast assurance...