Edward Stephens was caught off guard, instinctively holding his breath, but still accidentally inhaled, and in an instant, his vision blurred.
The drug effect started almost imdiately; he staggered and dropped to one knee, holding onto the edge of the bed, his tall body swaying.
He couldn’t raise his head but saw Daisy Ginger hurriedly walking past him to Charlotte Smith’s side.
"... You." He gritted his teeth, clenched his hands, and turned his head to look at the two won behind him. Daisy Ginger stood beside Charlotte, looking a bit tense and showing a hint of fear on her face as he glanced back at her.
"You should go," he heard Charlotte saying to Daisy Ginger.
Then the woman indeed left hurriedly, not looking back, and opened the door and ran out.
Daisy, co back!
He scread internally but could only watch helplessly as Daisy Ginger closed the door.
Charlotte walked over slowly, squatting down in front of Edward Stephens.
She lowered her eyes, looked at Edward’s face, and softly said, "I’m sorry, Young Master."
"What... do you... an...?"
His tongue gradually numbed, making it impossible to complete a sentence. Edward reluctantly closed his eyes, trying to muster up his energy to resist the strange drug.
Charlotte lowered her head, did not answer his question, and kept apologizing.
"I’m sorry."
"I’m sorry."
...
Edward gradually couldn’t hear what she was saying anymore.
His body gradually lost its strength, and he collapsed weakly onto the carpet. He felt Charlotte half-kneeling in front of him, looking down at him.
Gradually, he couldn’t recall his current whereabouts; everything around beca quiet except for the increasingly urgent sound of his own heartbeat.
"!" He suddenly opened his eyes.
It was still the dark box.
He turned his head and saw the moonlight spilling in from the window, illuminating the room.
Daisy Ginger half-squatted beside him, looking at him with concern.
"You..." He frowned slightly, feeling like he had forgotten sothing, and instinctively reached out to touch her face, asking, "Where are you uncomfortable?"
Daisy Ginger said nothing, just stared at him, then suddenly reached out and tightly embraced him.
The sweet scent emanating from her wasn’t perfu, yet strangely alluring, drawing him in and making him feel a bit sluggish.
The soft and cool fabric on her body touched his, causing Edward’s body to tremble unconsciously. It was then he realized he felt so hot.
So hot, wanting to...
He clutched her waist, flipped her over, and pressed her onto the carpet.
She lay in his arms, staring blankly at him, a bit bewildered and helpless.
"Daisy..." His hand pressed against her cool face, his eyes growing increasingly dazed. That sweet scent tugged at his thoughts, making it impossible to think, wanting to imrse in her tenderness.
Daisy...
*
Daisy Ginger suddenly woke up from the darkness.
Her heart raced, the electrifying palpitation causing her blood pressure to rise and her eardrums to pound.
After a while, she gradually ca to her senses.
She lay on the hotel bed, already dressed in clean clothes, her hair dry and clean, and even the burning cheeks from last night had been treated.
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