BOOKSDRAMA Chapter 377
At the Presidential Suite of the Cardinal Hotel.
Rowan had booked the top-tier spot and had been staying there since returning home. He headed straight to his room upon arrival, while his friend Kleist bunked next door.
Rowan shrugged off his coat and flicked on the lights of the suite. For security reasons, the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were always drawn, day or night, to prevent any peeping toms or worse.
But as the room illuminated, he could see the bed-typically neat and pristine-was oddly lumpy, like a molehill twitching beneath the sheets.
His brow furrowed, he swiftly pulled out his gun and took cover behind the couch, using it as a shield while aiming at the stirring lump on the bed.
Suddenly, a pale, delicate arm emerged from under the covers, followed by a soft
moan.
"I'm burning up... so hot..." The disjointed voice wafted from beneath the fabric.
It was a voice Rowan knew all too well.
Wasn't that Julie's voice?
He hesitated for a moment before calling out, "Julie?"
He didn't use the codename Patriot this time; something in her voice sounded off.
Kieran had just called to ask about Julie's whereabouts. Rowan had just assured him that she wasn't with him. How then did she end up in his bed in the blink of an eye?
It certainly wasn't a coincidence.
Julie didn't respond to Rowan, probably didn't even hear him. She felt like she was in an oven, as if coals were smoldering beneath her. Every inch of her skin was unbearably itchy, seeking anything that might provide some relief.
She flung off the covers.
Rowan's grip on his gun slackened.
Beneath the dark gray sheet lay a porcelain back, flawless and enticing. His gaze lingered, reluctantly pulling away.
His frown deepened. After a pause, he holstered his gun and approached the bed, draping the sheet back over her.
"Got lost, did you?" He patted Julie's cheek lightly, only for her to grab his hand and press it against her neck.
Her neck was swan-like in its elegance, and his hand rested there, feeling the softness of her skin.
A woman who had given birth, yet she seemed as untouched as a young girl.
And what was more, he found himself... quite taken with her.
Rowan forcefully withdrew his hand, accidentally exposing more of her, and realized she wasn't wearing a thing under the covers.
His brow creased. Who could be so thoughtful as to deliver a woman to his bed like a present, without even the decency of a single thread? And to top it off, she was another man's wife.
How tempting, a married woman.
He took out his phone to call Kieran, but the seemingly docile woman on the bed suddenly rolled over, rested her head on his leg, and murmured, "Kieran... I'm in agony..."
"Kieran?" Rowan paused his dialing, looking down at Julie resting on his thigh. Her cheeks were flushed, but the redness seemed oddly pronounced.
Not just her face, but the skin exposed to the air was turning a soft shade of pink, glistening with a feverish sheen.
As his finger brushed her shoulder, she clutched his hand as if it were a lifeline, then... brought her lips to it.
Was she mistaking his hand for something delectable?
A thought flickered through Rowan's mind before he realized... the woman had ingested something she shouldn't have. Her skin was a light pink, and her entire body was scorching. Clearly, the dose was significant.
Rowan tried to pull his hand away, but she was surprisingly strong. Her other hand swung up, knocking his phone to the carpeted floor.
Luckily, the thick carpet cushioned the fall, preventing the screen from shattering.
"Little vixen, stop it," he muttered. She was obviously mistaking him for Kieran.
The drug was taking a toll; she was delirious. Whoever planned to frame her had made meticulous arrangements. As the sheet slipped, Rowan caught her playful hand and held it down.
But then he noticed something-a faint puncture mark on her wrist. His eyes darkened. It wasn't just drugs; it was an injection. Someone had been ruthlessly thorough.
Julie felt as if she were being baked dry, her mind a whirlwind of jumbled images, all entangled with Kieran.
Her breathing became erratic; she couldn't distinguish dreams from reality.
As Rowan still held her hand, she didn't notice the discomfort in her arm, twisted in
the wrong direction. She just arched her body towards the coolness of his presence, oblivious to potential injury.
Finally, Rowan let go, preventing her from getting hurt.
In that moment, she sought the coolness, pressing against Rowan.
He was momentarily taken aback before he turned his head, avoiding the approaching Julie. In that instant, he nearly succumbed to his impulse to pin her down. But instead, he scooped her up with the sheet and headed for the bathroom.
He filled the bathtub with cold water. Despite the central heating in the early spring air, the coldness in the water was unmistakable.
Rowan unceremoniously dumped Julie, still enveloped in the silk sheet, into the bath.
The fine silk swelled upon contact with the cold water, wrapping Julie like a baby in swaddling clothes, giving her a semblance of security. The cool sensation finally alleviated some of her internal heat.
Rowan went to fetch ice cubes from the fridge.
Before he could add them to the could
bath, the woman, craving the icy
embrace,
entirely merged herself
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her black hair floating around her like seaweed. The swollen sheet obscured her form,
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Charlie dropped an ice cube and reached in to pluck the miniature woman,
Savannah, from the fishbowl by her shoulders.
Thankfully, she hadn't suffocated, and in that moment, Charlie was shocked to
realize he had let out a sigh of relief. The emotions swirling within him confused him
-why did he care so much about this stranger's well-being?
His hands steadied her shoulders, his mind heavy with questions, completely oblivious to the allure of the situation as Savannah was already under the spell of
some potent substance....
There was something compelling, a pleasant sensation guiding him, and he suddenly knew it would be the balm to her pain.
Her alabaster, slender arms, delicate as lily pads, clung to Charlie's shoulders. Drawn by that sensation, she couldn't resist and pressed her lips to his. The irrational Savannah, her fips cold yet soft, gnawed at him with a fervor void of any tenderness. Content belongs to Novelxo.org
Charlie's eyes darkened, and though her approach was unrefined, he found the sensation addictive, forgetting to push her away. She was probably the only woman who had ever dared to treat him this way in his life a brazen woman...
She was playful like a sprite, her wet arm with its droplets resting on his shoulder, soaking through his expensive white shirt. And damn him, he was actually stirred by her illogical and rough seduction.
The thought of devouring her surged through him, a powerful urge...
The drug's effect was so strong that a soft moan escaped Savannah's lips.
"Bro Kieran..."
His lips were still against hers when he heard these three words slip out amidst their
tangled embrace.
He must be going mad to entertain such thoughts.
He reached out, his hands circling her waist, intending to push the small woman
away from him. Instead, she clung even tighter.
As Charlie braced for a second attempt, the bathroom door was suddenly kicked
open.
Kieran burst in to find precisely this scene...
Savannah, her body bare, sat in the bathtub, her lower half wrapped in an inflated
grey silk quilt that had soaked up the water. She was perched on that quilt, while
Charlie sat on the edge of the tub.
Her hands were hooked around his neck, and his hands were on her waist. Savannah clung to Charlie, the two intertwined like inseparable vines.
"Holy mother..." Dylan immediately turned his back, not daring to witness this overtly
sensual scene. He feared a glimpse of his brother's wife's nakedness would lead to
Kieran gouging his eyes out!
Kieran, who should have intervened immediately, was momentarily frozen. Charlie finally pushed away the persistent sprite, but Kieran had already aimed a
gun at him. The dark muzzle was intimidating.
Dylan could probably understand Kieran's feelings-if it were his own wife, he'd likely have already fired. But as a bystander, he couldn't help but step forward to block the
muzzle, "Easy, easy, Kieran... She's
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Mustering his courage, Dylan turned back, only to see Savannah clinging to
Charlie's back like a pesky sprite, oblivious to Kieran. Truth be told, at that moment,
she only had eyes for Charlie.
As a man, Dylan let go, "Kieran, shoot!"
Charlie: "..."
Would anyone believe him if he said this was all a misunderstanding?
"Savannah's been drugged," Charlie said, standing up and pulling Dylan toward the
exit.
"Don't go~" Savannah's sweet voice called out.
Kieran grabbed Charlie, delivering a heavy punch before swiftly covering Savannah
with his jacket, scooping her up, and heading for the door...