With her gentle demeanor and sweet words, she coaxed him into bed, and under the influence of alcohol, Ethan gave in. They spent the night together, and the next morning, Delia walked in, catching them in the act.
Heartbroken, Delia fled in tears, and this incident created an insurmountable chasm between her and Ethan.
Recalling Delia’s original actions, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “Seriously, what kind of delusional, lovesick logic is that? Here she was, a rich, beautiful, and intelligent heiress – why obsess over some womanizing CEO? Is she out of her mind?”
Without a second thought, I lifted the cup of tea and downed it myself, quickly turning to leave.
But as I reached the second floor, I felt something was off.
My face grew hot, and my entire body felt like it was burning. It was as if a fiery blaze was igniting from within.
I froze, staring down at the empty cup in my hand, suddenly realizing what had happened.
Damn it.
Turns out, Elizabeth really was as devious as they came. She’d laced the hangover tea with some potent drugs!
Why hadn’t the book mentioned this crucial detail?
Feeling dizzy and feverish, I staggered down the stairs, clutching the wall, hoping to find a housekeeper who could help me get to the hospital.
But I could barely manage a few steps before my legs gave out.
I stumbled into an open doorway, and just as I was about to collapse, I saw him.
A man stood with his back to me, shirtless, towel-drying his hair.
Sweat dripped down my forehead, and as the effects of the drug intensified, my vision became increasingly blurred.
I couldn’t make out the man’s features, but just before I lost consciousness, I charged forward and tackled him to the ground…
2
When I woke up again, it was already the next morning.
I blinked in confusion for a moment, then quickly shrank back into the blanket, checking over my body.
Bruises and marks covered my skin, silently proving how intense things had been in this room last night.
Still wrapped in the blanket, I sat up and immediately lashed out, kicking the person lying next to me, exposing a conspicuous red stain on the bed sheet.
My legs trembled uncontrollably. On the verge of tears, I turned to look at the person on the floor, only to be met with a pair of sleepy, puppy-like eyes.
He looked young, his pale face almost translucent, carrying a hint of fragility.