Let's Get Married novel Chapter 795

It is late at night. Stella wakes up, opens her eyes and looks blankly at the darkness around her. Her vision is a little blurry. As she tries to open her eyes wide to see more clearly, the door of the room is suddenly pushed open from outside.

"You're awake." A man says in a cold voice. Then, the light turns on, and the room becomes bright. "How do you feel?"

Stella raises her hand to rub her eyes, only then does she see the man walking towards her clearly.

He is dressed in white, with a light blue shirt and black trousers underneath. He looks like a doctor, but Stella feels frightened when looking at him. He isn't approachable at all, nor does he look like an intellectual.

She shrinks back and looks around, no window in this room. She turns around to look for something. The man stands by the bed and raises his hand. "You are looking for this?"

Stella takes a closer look. It is her phone.

As if she were in a cliff, her heart is beating rapidly. She retracts into a corner in fear and says, "Give it back to me."

"Here you are?" The man looks disappointed and suddenly throws her phone away in her gaze. He extinguishes her hope.

Her heart skips a beat as her phone falls on floor. Looking at the phone, she is so eager to get it, but doesn't dare to move, "You, who are you!?"

She comes back to her senses and remembers what happened before she fainted. She has to prepare herself for the worst: she is kidnapped.

"Is it important?" The man turns around and pulls the cabinet open at the head of the bed. He takes out a silver tray with disposable needles and two small bottles of drug.

Stella watches the man in horror as he puts on the white gloves. He has a sinister smile on his face. Stella is in panic. "You, what are you going to do to me!?"

"Miss Stella, you are sick. So, you need treatment."

"I'm not sick!" Stella lets out a low roar, but she can't do anything as the man inserts the needle into top of the drug bottles and pumps the liquid into the syringe. "I don't need treatment, you're committing a crime!"

The man sweeps his gaze over her face. "You should listen to me. The patient usually doesn't know why she gets ill."

As he speaks, he extends his hand towards Stella and says, "Come, give me your hand."

Stella looks at the pale yellow liquid in the syringe. She can't refrain from trembling. She shakes her head repeatedly and begs, "No, please let me go. I don't know who you are. Why do you inject this into me...?"

The man doesn't want to talk with her. He raises his hand and pinches his canthus, looks very tired. "Since you resist, and then don't blame me."

Then, he slightly turns around and shouts outside the door, "Come to hold her down!"

Before Stella can jump out of bed, two men have rushed in. They push her with great strength back into bed very quickly. Stella feels her wrist is broken.

The man kneels on the bed with one knee, rolls up her sleeve to reveal the vessels on the middle of her arm, and gently wipes the alcohol-stained cotton swab on it.