The thought alone made Donovan Xavier’s body gradually heat up. He was terribly hot. He tugged at his tie with one hand, and a bead of sweat ford on his temple.
What’s going on?
He hadn’t been away from her for long. They had just spent a long night of passion yesterday, so why was it so unbearable now?
President Thatcher sat opposite him and cautiously raised his glass. He smiled respectfully and said, "Thank you, Mr. Xavier, for giving our company this opportunity. To you!"
Donovan Xavier glanced at him. "To a mutually beneficial partnership."
Noticing he drank very little, President Thatcher tentatively asked, "Mr. Xavier, how about another glass?"
Donovan Xavier waved a dismissive hand and pressed his fingers to his temples. "No, thank you. I’m a bit drunk. The negotiations are over. You should head back now, President Thatcher."
His alcohol tolerance was usually excellent, but this ti, he felt hot and dizzy after just a small amount.
What kind of wine is this intoxicating?
Donovan Xavier took out his phone and sent a ssage to Liam Keane.
*Is the cat washed? Co pick up. I’m drunk.*
President Thatcher secretly glanced at him twice, said nothing, and quietly left the room.
The door closed.
A woman appeared at the far end of the corridor. She wore a fiery red bodycon dress and had her hair in big, glamorous waves, her posture sultry and graceful.
The woman approached and whispered, "Dad, how is Mr. Xavier?"
President Thatcher smiled, keeping his voice low. "Don’t worry. I put three tis the normal dose in his drink. He’s really suffering right now!"
"Daughter, you have to make proud. If you can really conquer a man like Donovan Xavier, you’ll be the new Mrs. Xavier, famous throughout Kryton!"
Hearing the na ’Mrs. Xavier’ made the woman’s eyes light up, her blood boiling with excitent. "Dad, I’m confident. Once Mr. Xavier sees , he won’t be able to walk away!"
「Inside the private room.」
Donovan Xavier leaned against the sofa, his neck slick with sweat. He frowned, his entire body burning with an unbearable heat.
Sothing’s wrong. That wine... there was sothing in it.
That old bastard Thatcher must have a death wish, daring to plot against !
With no ti to think, Donovan Xavier staggered to his feet. He fought back the surging heat in his body and lurched toward the door. Suddenly, the phone in his pocket rang.
Donovan Xavier glanced at the screen. It was Chloe Preston.
He answered, and her gentle, pleasant voice ca through. "Honey, what are you doing?"
"I feel so pathetic, but I’m missing you a little. When are you coming ho?"
Her gentle, soft voice made Donovan Xavier’s lower abdon tighten fiercely. He braced himself against the cold wall with one hand. Sweat dripped from his forehead and his breathing grew ragged. The fiery restlessness inside him felt like it was about to erupt.
When Chloe Preston heard no response, she asked again, "Honey, are you listening?"
That single word, ’Honey,’ nearly drove Donovan Xavier insane.
"Donovan Xavier, what on earth are you doing?"
"If you don’t speak, I’m going to hang up and ignore you."
Donovan Xavier panted, gritting his teeth against the heat. He forced his voice to remain calm. "Chloe, be a good girl and stay ho. Wait for ."
Without waiting for a response, he hung up. He was already at his limit. If he kept listening to her voice, he would truly lose control.
CLICK.
The door was suddenly pushed open. The woman walked in cautiously. She smoothed down her fiery red bodycon dress, then lifted a pair of seductive eyes to look at him with a bashful expression.
"Mr. Xavier~"
Donovan Xavier fought for control, desperately trying to remain clear-headed and calm. He lifted his gaze to her, his eyes sharp and nacing.
"Get out!" he roared.
The woman flinched, shivering, and froze for several seconds. But she didn’t lose her nerve. This was a man who had been given a triple dose; she refused to believe she couldn’t handle him.
Teetering on her sky-high heels, she stepped forward and reached for his forearm. "Mr. Xavier, you must be uncomfortable. I... I can help you..."
"Scram!"
Donovan Xavier backed away, snatched a wine bottle from the table, and smashed it on the floor.
CRASH!
The loud noise made the woman jump again. Her eyes reddened as she bit her soft, delicate lip. With her pert nose and shyly flushed cheeks, she was the picture of natural charm.
"Mr. Xavier, don’t be so an~" the woman cooed deliberately.
The sound of her voice made him close his eyes, a wave of nauseating revulsion churning in his stomach.
Seeing him remain unmoved, the woman bit her lip and hooked a finger under one of her dress straps, pulling it down.
She couldn’t believe it. She’d gone this far, and he could still resist?
She was willing to risk it all for the chance to beco Mrs. Xavier.
Donovan Xavier imdiately spun around, turning his back to her. His voice was as cold as poison. "Have so self-respect."
The woman froze for a mont before resolutely stepping forward again.
The drug was incredibly potent. She didn’t believe he could actually resist it... unless he wasn’t a real man.
"Mr. Xavier, just try , won’t you? I took a shower right before I ca. I’m very clean."
"Mr. Xavier~"
Nausea and heat churned together inside Donovan Xavier’s body. He wanted to vomit.
This drug really is powerful.
His consciousness was beginning to fade. If this continued, he might not be able to hold on.
Donovan Xavier lowered his gaze and his eyes fell upon the shards of broken glass on the floor. He stepped forward.
The woman clutched her chest, her heart racing with thrilled anticipation. He’s finally coming to pounce on !
She closed her eyes, but the embrace she imagined never ca.
Donovan Xavier walked past her, bent down, and picked up a shard of glass. He rolled up his sleeve and, without a mont’s hesitation, dragged it across his own forearm.
Blood gushed out instantly from the deep cut. The searing pain that shot through his body cleared his mind slightly.
"Mr. Xavier!" the woman shrieked, her mouth falling open in horror.
Donovan Xavier lifted his eyelids. His forehead was drenched in sweat as he shot her an icy glare. "Get out!"
The drug’s effects seed to intensify. He was so overwheld he could barely stand, a maddening lust surging through him.
Frowning, Donovan Xavier raised the shard again and slashed it viciously across his forearm several more tis. He staggered against the table, raised his hand, and brought the shard down again and again. He was swift and brutal, as if the arm wasn’t even his.
In a matter of seconds, his once firm, powerful forearm was a mangled, bloody ss.
Pain. Excruciating pain! It felt as if he was being torn apart!
But he needed the pain. Only pain could keep him lucid.
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