The Taylor' Banquet Hall.
Half an hour later, Claire sensed something was wrong. Her entire body felt weak and heavy, an unbearable thirst gnawed at her, and worst of all, waves of burning heat surged through her veins, pooling downward until the torment became nearly unbearable. She longed desperately for release.
"Claire…" Beside her, Alvin seemed in even worse condition. His face was flushed crimson, his eyes clouded with feverish desire, and the way he looked at her was both heated and clinging.
Not good!
They had both been drugged.
Who would dare to harm them in a place like this?
Claire stumbled toward a nearby private room, rushing into the washroom and splashing her face repeatedly with cold water.
"Claire, I can't take it anymore…" The door swung open as Alvin staggered inside, his body swaying as if he had found the very spring that could save his life. He pulled her tightly into his arms from behind, his voice hoarse with suffering.
