Chapter 29
Then, the drug took over Angeline. She dropped her phone and pinched her thigh as hard as she could to force herself to stay lucid. Still, the pain was no match for the desire that blazed through her. She clenched her jaw
and moaned.
“You still owe me a wish. This is my final one–allow someone to take you home.”
Ned’s words continued to reverberate in her murky mind. She was drenched in sweat as she held herself. She didn’t know whether her physical or emotional discomfort was getting to her, but the tears wouldn’t stop
coming.
She was burning up. Molten lava was coursing through her veins.
Cold water! Yes, that was what she needed. Before meeting with Ned, she’d asked the hotel to prepare a few
buckets of ice for her. She’d also asked them to draw her a cold bath.
This was just like the last time. All she had to do was wait it out. Angeline forced herself to clamber to her feet
before stumbling into the bathroom and into the ice–filled tub.
Outside the door, Sean heard the sound of water through the phone. He gripped it so tightly that it was almost twisted out of shape. After hanging up, he said to his assistant, “Have the hotel manager open the door. Bring
the car to the entrance.”
The assistant nodded and stepped aside to make the call. Soon, the manager hurried over with some staff.
They opened the door.
Only then did Sean turn to look at Tommy, who didn’t look like he was doing to tell. Behind his gold–rimmed glasses, his gaze was icy and terrifying. “Hand him over to the cops.”
“Mr. Lawson, I’m Ned Fletcher’s brother–in–law! Whatever happened today has nothing to do with me–I was just acting on someone’s instructions! Ned’s in room 3020, the Seacloud Pavilion! We came here together; if you don’t believe me, you can-”
“Take him to Ned Fletcher, then. Tell him that I want a proper answer for this,” Sean said impatiently. Then, he strode into the room and to the bathroom.
Angeline, who still had her coat on, was soaking in the tub. Her hair was dripping wet, and she leaned her head against the side of the tub. There were ice cubes and water all over the marble floor, having sloshed out from Angeline tumbling into the tub earlier.
She didn’t know whether it was the potency of the drug or whether the water was too cold, but she couldn’t stop trembling as she gripped the tub. Her knuckles had turned white from the force.
Sean swiftly took off his coat and suit jacket before lifting Angeline out of the freezing water. It had soaked her coat through. Sean took it off before carrying her out of the bathroom.
The ice–cold water had been the only thing helping Angeline keep her burning desire under control. Now, there was a source of warmth holding her and the smell of masculinity enveloping her. The heat from Sean’s body was transferred to her through her soaked clothes.
She was already burning, to begin with, so this only added fuel to the fire. Angeline thoroughly lost control of her rationality.
When the source of warmth placed her on the bed and left her, she opened her eyes with difficulty. Her gaze was dazed. From her angle, she could see Sean’s sharp Jaw and bobbing Adam’s apple. She also saw the shirt that was clinging to his defined chest now that it was wet.
All of this were incredibly stimulating to her. When Sean reached for the blanket to wrap it around her, she grabbed his tie and kissed him almost instinctively.
Sean, who’d been propping himself up with one hand on the bed, gripped the bed tightly. His muscles tensed
as he stiffened.
Angeline’s kiss lacked skill. Her consciousness had been taken over by the effects of the drug; all that was left
was her raw, basal need.
Sean grabbed the slender wrist holding onto his tie. Before he could tug Angeline away, she’d slipped her hands around his neck, pulling him lower and deepening the kiss. At the same time, she tried to slip her tongue into his mouth, albeit awkwardly and stubbornly.
A fire burned within her, but she couldn’t stop trembling. The contrast made Angeline feel like she was dying. She pressed herself flush against Sean’s burning body; it was almost as if he were the buoy that would save
her from drowning.
Her consciousness was murky, and every inch of her body had been taken over by the drug. Her desire for a
man was the only thing she could sense, but the tears wouldn’t stop coming. Sean held her face and pinned her to the bed.
