Flash Marriage: She becomes Mrs. CEO after the Failed Dowry Talk Chapter 692: The Plan Failed

A bad premonition surged in the man’s heart, knowing he probably wouldn’t last much longer.

Before him was Rachel Woodward, almost pleading with him.

Such an enticing scene, who could bear it?

On the bedside table were a pair of ceramic cups. Jasper Sinclair walked over, supporting himself against the wall, picked one up, and smashed it on the ground with a "crash," leaving it shattered.

Even so, Rachel Woodward was unable to regain her clarity.

Jasper Sinclair picked up a shard and fiercely slashed at his thigh. His trousers were cut open, and blood seeped out faintly.

If Italy’s top clothing craftsn knew their work was thus ruined, they’d surely be infuriated.

Jasper Sinclair restored brief clarity, he had to do sothing to avoid both of them succumbing here.

His throat bobbed several tis; he considered his willpower stronger than most.

Not knowing where the Woodward Family got the aphrodisiac, its effects were shockingly potent!

Seizing clarity, Jasper bolted to the shower and adjusted the water temperature to its lowest setting.

As the water hit him, he grunted deeply.

In the midst of sumr, the water remained cold, reducing so of his body’s heat.

The chaotic consciousness was dissipating, and just as Jasper lowered his guard, Rachel Woodward burst in.

She trembled as she asked, "Is it because of Nora Northwood?"

Jasper didn’t answer her question, instead pulling her in to shower under the cold water together.

"Ah—" Rachel Woodward’s constitution wasn’t as good; the mont she touched the cold water, she imdiately scread.

Anyone unaware would think pigs were being slaughtered in this room.

Rachel Woodward felt that no mont had ever been as shaful as this.

She was the Woodward Family’s heiress. Although they hadn’t given her the ability to command wind and rain, she never failed to get what she wanted.

This ti, she had a major setback.

Both of them were soaked. Rachel clutched Jasper Sinclair’s shirt collar, looking through the dense mist to see his eyes.

Indeed, there was not a trace of sentint to be found.

At this mont, ti felt exceptionally long.

When Nora Northwood arrived, half an hour had already passed.

Seeing the two figures in the shower, she montarily lost control.

Fortunately, reason triumphed over emotion; she was willing to trust Jasper Sinclair wouldn’t betray her.

The bloodstains on the floor also told her this was an accident.

Jasper Sinclair looked as if he had seen a savior, "Nora, call an ambulance."

"Okay, okay."

In her hurry, Nora almost dropped her phone. She dialed 120 on the keypad, realizing it was wrong, "There’s no signal."

"There’s a signal jamr in the room; go outside to call, and bring soone reliable."

The ambulance arrived quickly, and the only person leaving was the near-fainting Rachel Woodward.

Jasper Sinclair and Nora Northwood found another clean room.

Although Nora had never experienced anything like this before, she had heard enough to quickly identify it as drugging.

"Nora, help undo the belt."

Nora followed his words, and the mont his trousers fell, she was startled by the scars on his leg.

"How did this happen?" she felt sowhat guilty.

The discomfort inside his body had long surpassed the external pain. The cold shower hadn’t brought Jasper much relief; it placed him in a state of ice and fire.

He grasped Nora’s chin firmly, preventing her from looking down.

"Don’t look, Nora."

As he spoke, he scooped her up, and soon, fine kisses fell on Nora Northwood’s earlobes, making her begin to falter.