Hector Sutton never expected that even when drugged, Iris Crawford would still refuse to yield. Her rebellious nature made Hector’s blood pressure rise. Originally, he was close to her face, but now he pulled open the curtain and reached out—
Intending to do sothing else, when he saw her expression, he gritted his teeth and flicked her forehead.
Forget it, you’ve been drugged, I’ll forgive your reckless words, consider this your punishnt.
Hector said, "Don’t be so stubborn."
Iris’s consciousness was hazy. She could barely discern the sounds around her. She opened her eyes slightly and saw the man half-kneeling by her bed, her thoughts burning into chaos.
She said, "Why are you here?"
Hector was about to say, "Aren’t you awake and recognizing ? Hurry and thank , the young master." But then he heard Iris mumbling, "You look... quite young... who sent you... to serve ?"
Isn’t it n who usually say things like this! How can she, a woman, say sothing so shocking!
Hector’s eyes imdiately flared with anger, wanting to strangle Iris. He climbed onto the bed and shook her shoulders, "Are you out of your mind?!"
Iris felt like she was hallucinating. The alcohol combined with the drugs were overwhelming her senses. When Hector touched her, she whimpered and rubbed her face against his hand, like a fox snuggling up to its owner’s palm, saying, "I’m so hot..."
Hector felt a rush of heat to his head. Faced with this woman he supposedly detested, he didn’t know why his actions suddenly softened.
What is he doing? Does he feel sorry for her?
He couldn’t believe his eyes, staring at Iris’s slightly flushed face under the influence of the drugs. At this mont, he couldn’t look away, let alone reject this woman.
Hector swallowed, "I’m telling you, don’t try to tempt with this trick..."
It seed as though two forces were clashing inside Iris’s body, reason and instinct fighting each other. She tried hard to discern who was in front of her, but the surging heat was burning her empty. Unconsciously, Iris shouted, "Jordan Jacobs, don’t touch ."
Jordan Jacobs?
She’s calling for Jordan Jacobs again?
Hector was curious about what kind of relationship Iris had with Jordan Jacobs in the past, that she would call his na at such a mont.
With a displeased tone, Hector said, "I’m not Jordan Jacobs!"
Jordan Jacobs, who lost his wife young and is now remarried, treats marriage like a ga. Moreover, being mistaken on the bed by a woman for another man is a humiliating experience for anyone!
But Iris seed unable to hear and kept saying, "Don’t touch , I hate you, Jordan Jacobs. I’ll hate you for a lifeti..."
The words "I’ll hate you for a lifeti," even when drugged, carried with them a deep despair, her shaky voice revealing Iris’s fractured soul. Her eyes were red, unable to distinguish between reality and fantasy, mistaking Hector for Jordan Jacobs as she reached out to grab him.
Hector never expected Iris to reach out on her own. When touched by her soft fingers, he felt the hair on his back stand on end.
Seeing her disoriented state, it was as if his mind was also being engulfed by flas. Iris’s reckless hands clashed with his, no longer precise as when she was sober, resembling more like teasing resistance.
How could a normal man endure this?
Hector’s gaze bore down, his voice hoarse, "You’re forcing my hand."
Before he could speak, Hector leaned in and started kissing Iris’s neck.
Iris felt like a bird with broken wings, unable to resist the man’s weight. She cried out, causing Hector’s eyes to turn red as he raised his head, panting, "Even though I didn’t get your na and have a lot of opinions about you."
As he held his breath, Hector’s hands trembled as he started to unbutton Iris’s shirt, "Be my woman, I won’t mistreat you."
******
anwhile, in another room, Lachlan Wyatt looked at the video sent over by the person in charge with a displeased expression. Jas Chesterton beside him said, "I think you should go check on Birdie, let handle this here."
Lachlan’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he turned his gaze to Jas, who looked worried, "I think at tis like these, although the person who set you up is despicable, Birdie, who got caught, is the priority, right?"
How could Lachlan choose to send Iris away and selfishly stay behind?
It clearly showed that Iris was a hindrance, and he wanted to finish his business before consoling her.
Jas’s comnt hit the mark.
But Lachlan didn’t deny it. He had always been an unabashed villain, rely saying, "Yes."
"Isn’t Birdie important in your eyes?"
Jas pressed on, "I don’t think Hector Sutton is trustworthy enough to send Birdie. He might just leave her sowhere halfway."
After all, Hector’s previous attitude toward Iris was just like those people’s impression when they first saw her in the lobby. How could Lachlan trust him to escort her?
Hearing this, Lachlan sneered, "Don’t worry, since he agreed, he will definitely send her back safely. Hector Sutton is vile, true, but in this regard, he’s more reliable than most n."
"Aren’t you afraid..." Jas couldn’t hold back, "Lachlan, do you have a pig brain? What if sothing happens between Birdie and Hector Sutton after she’s been drugged!"
Lachlan’s heart skipped a beat, as if that remark triggered all his warnings, alarm bells ringing in his mind. His fingers clenched, but he still said, "What’s it to ?"
"Say that again!"
Jas pointed at Lachlan, "Say ’what’s it to you’ again, doesn’t Birdie’s purity matter?"
"She doesn’t care about her purity." Lachlan didn’t know why he felt rebellious, "She doesn’t care about anything."
"Fine!"
Jas was furious, "Don’t co to regret it then!"
Ten minutes later, Lachlan stord out of the room with a dark expression, shouting for the driver to get the car, and soon sped away from the club.
Jas stood at the doorway, inhaling a lungful of exhaust, "Seriously, why pretend like you don’t care..."
Lachlan sat in the front passenger seat, visibly displeased, because in the end, he heard Jas whisper near his ear, "If The Crawford Family finds out all this, knowing you let Hector Sutton take Iris away and failed to protect her, they’ll skin you alive."
That was when Lachlan turned his car towards Iris, wary of jokes about a woman who was indeed The Crawford Family’s heiress!
When he arrived at the hotel at breakneck speed, explained the situation to the reception, they led Lachlan to unlock the room.
With a beep, the hotel room door swung open.
Lachlan’s steps froze as he saw the entangled couple on the bed, his steps suddenly stiffening!
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