The Betrayed Heiress's Second Comeback Chapter 63: Ch 63: Am I drugged?

Was it my imagination...or was my body feeling a little weird right now? Walking was getting a little difficult for and my feet felt unsteady.

My knees buckled once, forcing to grab the wall just to keep myself upright.

"Miss, are you alright? Do you need my help?"

A waiter ca close to to check up on , but I imdiately pushed myself back to my feet and avoided the waiter’s hands.

I took two shaky steps backward, desperate to keep distance.

"I am fine. I do not need your help."

I told the waiter and he imdiately tried to make change my mind. He leaned in again, ignoring every verbal cue I gave him.

"Miss, I am not sure if you know, but you look sick. Here, let help you out. I promise I will make it worth your while and also—"

The waiter reached for and despite my insistence, he kept walking close to until he was standing right in front of . I looked up, only to see the waiter’s eyes sparkling in a weird way.

His fingers twitched at his sides, like he was impatient to grab .

’This is not good. I need to—’

Before the waiter could touch or I could cause a scene, an arm wrapped around my middle and a familiar scent reached my nose.

A firm pull yanked safely backward, my body collapsing against a solid chest.

"I will take over things from here. You are free to go now."

Damian’s presence made calm down and I imdiately clung to him. My eyes were heavy as I tried to open them, but I did so in order to see the sour look the waiter sent Damian.

The waiter’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t dare take another step forward.

"I-I...but that..."

The waiter looked speechless as he looked from to Damian and then back. Sothing imdiately shifted in his eyes and he took a step back.

His confidence evaporated instantly, leaving behind nothing but fear and frustration.

Damian’s hold did not lighten on even when the waiter left, and I also glued to him, not wanting to let go of him. My fingers curled into his shirt, desperate to anchor myself to sothing stable.

My body and mind felt light and floaty, almost as if I could not keep a hold of myself any longer.

A wave of heat rushed through my spine, making my breath stutter.

Now it was clear that sothing was majorly wrong with my body and it had little to do with my health.

My legs wobbled again, and Damian’s grip tightened around my waist to keep steady.

"W-What is going on..."

I asked Damian and he let out a frustrated sigh as he held my boneless form. I was not sure what Damian was frustrated about, but it did not feel good to have him be frustrated like this.

His thumb rubbed soothing circles on my arm—even in frustration, he handled gently.

My feelings must have shown on my face because Damian’s eyes imdiately softened when he looked at next. His expression shifted from tension to sothing almost tender.

"I am sorry. I was a little too excited to co here and I forgot to tell the manager to tone down the ’special’ scent this restaurant is known for. I have a high tolerance for this stuff, so I was not that affected by it. But you, on the other hand..."

I could only understand half of what Damian was telling . It seed as if this restaurant used certain stimulating slls that were affecting .

My cheeks grew hot as I realized what that ant — and why my body was reacting like this.

"Don’t worry. I have asked the restaurant to tone it down in our section and to air the place out as well. It should be fine in about 10 minutes."

Damian assured but that did not do anything to help my current situation.

Ten minutes felt impossibly long when every second made my body feel hotter.

Sohow, knowing that I was half-dragged made my body lose control even faster. My legs refused to budge even an inch, causing Damian to pull into his arms and drag along.

My head fell against his shoulder, and he adjusted his grip instantly, lifting more of my weight.

A worker quickly noticed us and decided to approach us. Her heels clicked aggressively, like she wanted to make her presence known.

"Sir, what can we help you with?"

She tried to touch Damian’s arms and flutter her eyes as she asked her question. Even in this situation, she was trying to take advantage of Damian.

Her hand hovered too close to him, and irritation sparked through despite my dazed state.

’Ugh, she’s lucky I cannot move right now. Otherwise, I would have surely taught her a lesson.’

I let out another groan of pain as my body twitched and that caused Damian to imdiately pull his arm back before he could be touched anymore.

His stance stiffened, and he positioned himself between and her without hesitation.

"Show to a room, quickly. My partner needs to rest for so ti while our section is getting aired out."

Damian’s rejection was clear and the waitress quickly noticed and pulled back imdiately.

Her smile faltered, and she took a fast step backward, bowing her head.

"I understand. Please follow after ."

The female gave a few looks filled with jealousy but I had no ti to pay attention to her when I felt like I was about to lt.

My breathing turned shallow, and Damian adjusted his hold to keep from slipping.

"Please let know if you need anything—"

Damian slamd the door shut before he locked it and helped sit on the bed. The soft sheets made feel just a little bit better...before things started to get worse.

The mont my body relaxed onto the mattress, another wave of heat shot through uncontrollably. My underwear felt uncomfortable and I needed it off. I was not even thinking properly of what I was doing or where I was.

My fingers brushed against the wet and sticky piece of cloth before I felt a wave of relief and pleasure filling . I needed more...

My fingers slipped inside my wet underwear and found my clit before I pinched it. And imdiately, a wave of pleasure assaulted my senses once more.

"J-Jenna, what are you doing?"

Damian asked and only once did he watch with an almost flushed and hungry face. I had a feeling that I was about to be eaten alive...

But sohow, I could not bring myself to care a single bit.