After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 797

Chapter 797

Isabelle's mind was a bit confused, but the man holding her neck tightly like he meant business reminded her of everything that was happening at the moment.

She gritted her teeth, with the taste of rust permeating between her lips and teeth.

Due to the fact that her lip was bitten and broken, her consciousness also regained some clarity.

She swiftly and accurately aimed for the man's neck with a sharp strike. She was no longer the submissive woman she used to be, as she had already acquired basic self-defense skills. Even though she was poisoned now, she didn't want to die without a fight, let alone become someone else's prey!

A strong will to survive drove her, causing her to first relax the man's vigilance, allowing her to strike with a single blow.

Almost everyone in the Athena Society knows this trick, taught by Sylvia. It is fast, accurate, and easy to go unnoticed. As long as you seize the opportunity, you can hit it and save yourself!

The man's neck stiffened, his eyes widened, and he stared at her intently. "You slut!"

He lifted his foot to kick Isabelle, but the man suddenly felt a numb and prickly sensation in the back of his neck. He forgot about Isabelle and reached for the silver needle on his own neck.

With a single tug, his eyes rolled back and he suddenly slumped to the ground with a thud, unable to get up.

Isabelle stumbled towards the door, feeling weak all over. The door that she could usually open with a gentle pull now took her several attempts as her hands trembled.

This was when the door was pulled open.

She stumbled to Darius's door and reached out to knock, but the door was pulled open from inside. Her body, which had been leaning against the door, went limp and she fell into the man's arms.

Darius was taken aback, and reached out his long arms to catch the woman's limp body.

After touching her waist, he was shocked to find that her skin was scorching hot through the thin fabric of her clothes.

He looked at the woman in his arms, her face flushed with a hint of strangeness.

His pupils were now tinged with a hint of charming haziness, gazing at him softly.

This was not like her!

She usually treated him with courtesy and restraint, with a hint of aloofness.

Darius never wanted to force her, as the slow and steady approach was the best way forward.

And he also knew that she had been hurt, so he was even more cautious about making any rash moves.

Just now she stumbled and rushed over, it was an accident.

Upon seeing the marks on her neck and the slap mark on her cheek.

Darius was burning with anger. With his entourage, he placed the now-raging Isabelle on the bed and immediately ordered his men to investigate what had happened.

Darius's face darkened as he locked the door and then returned to his bed.

He looked down at the delicate beauty lying on the bed, and his breath caught for a moment.

While he gave orders to his subordinates, the woman on the bed somehow managed to remove her own clothes.

That cherry-red mouth was now unconsciously whispering, "Hot... So hot..."

Darius was a mature man. As early as when Isabelle came in, he clearly discovered she was drugged.

Just the thought of someone with malicious intentions drugging her made his face grow even darker.

While feeling gloomy, he also had a hint of relief.

Fortunately, the person she knocked on the door was him, not someone else.

In her heart, she trusts him.

At the thought of this, Darius's lips curled slightly upwards. She had taken a strong medicine and if he didn't help her relieve it, she would be very uncomfortable and there would be no cure for it.

He has already sent someone to investigate the mastermind behind the scenes and believes that results will be available soon.

Isabelle is a bit confused and her mind is blank.

Her two fair hands waved unconsciously in the air, trying to find that piece of driftwood.

What did she touch?

Her hazy eyes gazed at the man beside the bed, such a handsome man...

Unconsciously, she licked her red lips. In the next moment, as Darius hesitated, unsure of what to do...

The woman's soft lips suddenly blocked his.

She clung to him like a soft octopus, "Save me... Save me..."

Her voice was hoarse and she whispered softly.

If one remains indifferent, it is simply not being a man.

Darius's eyes darkened, desire evident on his handsome face. His sexy Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he spoke, "Isabelle, this is your doing... don't blame me!"

Isabelle slowly opened her eyes in the sound of rustling drizzle.