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Emelie hurriedly turned her face away. However, William persisted, putting his lips to her skin
Emelie then grabbed something from her bag. She pulled it out and sprayed it in William’s face, releasing an overwhelming pungent misi
William immediately closed his eyes and leaped off of Emelie, stumbling backward. An alarmingly painful sensation burned in his eyes and throat, making him cough uncontrollably.
“E–Emelie!” he growled in the middle of hacking his lungs out.
Emelie was in no better condition. She’d been too close to William when she used the spray. So she’d instantly shut her eyes and held her breath afterward.
Emelie scrambled off the bed while coughing. She ran straight for the bathroom and washed her eyes and
mouth.
That was pepper spray that she’d used on William.
Emelie would always bring it with her whenever she went out in case she got into danger. Who knew the first person she used it on would be William?
Emelie didn’t inhale much of the pepper spray, so she eased up after a moment.
William, on the other hand, was not so lucky. He was coughing even after Emelie left the bathroom. She saw him sitting on the rug with several empty bottles of water around him.
William had been chugging water to ease the burning sensation in his throat.
When he heard Emelie come out, he glared at her with bloodshot eyes, looking as murderous as ever. It
was as if William was dying to snap her neck.
Emelie paused before saying, “If you’re not drunk, then please use your phone to do whatever is needed.
I’ll be off now.”
She took her handbag and prepared to leave.
“If you step out that door tonight, I’m going to send you to the police station myself,” William snapped
coldly.
Emelie’s hands balled into fists. She took a deep breath before turning around to face him.
“I’ve already clarified last time that we’re no longer in that sort of relationship, Mr. Middleton. Please show some self–restraint. You’re not drunk, which means you have full control of your actions. I was only doing an act of self–defense in response to your assault,” Emelie stated.
There it was again–her cold,/calm reasoning. It irritated William to non
“Get over here right now! he snapped.
Emelie stayed where she was, which made William have another coughing fit. As he coughed, he barked,
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I can’t see anymore! Come and check my eyes!”
Emelle was taken aback for a moment before hesitantly walking over.
William’s collar was soaked from having washed his eyes with water earlier. Still, the whites of his eyes remained blood–red,
Emelie didn’t feel the least bit guilty. There was nothing toxic in pepper spray, so William should be able to recover in about half an hour after washing with clean water.
“Why don’t you wash them with more water? Emelie passed him a bottle.
William shoved her away and began coughing more. It got so bad he started dry heaving.
Emelie worried the pepper spray might’ve reacted with the alcohol William drank. She didn’t want the Middletons‘ only son to die in her hands, so she got him a taxi to the ER.
The doctor concluded that William was allergic to chili, and since capsaicin was the primary compound in pepper spray, William was now having an allergic reaction. His entire respiratory system was now
Inflamed.
“Is it serious?” Emelie asked the doctor.
The doctor nodded. “Quite, yes. I’ll give him an IV drip first and see if his condition improves tomorrow.”
William glared coldly at Emelie as he lay on the hospital bed.
His vision had returned, but he couldn’t talk as his throat lining had swelled up.
