Love Drug (Summer and Fraser) novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62 The Art of Manipulation

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Peyton’s face darkened, her eyes twisting into a vicious glare. “Summer, I’ll be frank with you. If you know what’s good for you, leave Trevor willingly. Otherwise, I’ll make you regret it.”

Love is a double–edged blade. The deeper you love, the deeper you bleed.

But Summer no longer loved Trevor. So, Peyton’s threats could no longer cut her.

Peyton, however, was different. She still loved him.

Summer’s lips curved into a mocking smile. “And what if I

say no?”

Suddenly, a knock echoed through the room. A moment later, the door handle slowly began to turn.

The instant Peyton heard it, she knew exactly who had come. A strange, icy glint flickered in her once- beautiful eyes. A glimmer of resentment, of something sinister lurking beneath.

Summer, this time, I’ll make sure you suffer.

At the same time, Peyton shut her eyes, lifted the steaming cup of water in her hands, and, without hesitation, flung it straight onto herself.

“Ah!” A piercing scream shattered the air.

Scalding hot water splashed onto Peyton’s delicate skin, the burning sensation spreading like wildfire, searing through her flesh. Within seconds, angry red welts bloomed across her arm and chest, the sight almost gruesome.

It had all happened in the blink of an eye.

Summer, standing to the side, had not expected Peyton to go to such extremes and harm herself so deliberately. She had assumed Peyton was about to throw the water at her and had instinctively raised her bag to shield herself.

But now, seeing Peyton’s masterful self–directed performance, Summer could not help but think that Yvette should take notes. This was some next–level acting.

Almost at the same moment, the door burst open with a loud bang.

Trevor stormed in, moving as fast as the wind. The moment he saw Summer, a flicker of surprise flashed in his

eyes. But then his gaze shifted and fell upon Peyton, who lay slumped on the sofa, her body drenched in

water.

His face darkened instantly. Without hesitation, he grabbed a towel and began patting her dry. His voice was sharp, accusing. “Summer, what did you do to Peyton?”

Tears welled in Peyton’s eyes, two shimmering streaks rolling down her pale cheeks as she curled into Trevor’s embrace. Her voice was soft, trembling with emotion.

“Trevor, I’m fine. Don’t blame Summer, please. It was my own fault… I wasn’t careful, and I spilled the hot water on myself.”

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seemed to notice.

Trevor immediately pulled out his phone, made a call, and got Josh to come help out.

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Hearing that Peyton had been burned by hot water, Josh wasted no time. Within minutes, he stormed into the hospital room. With swift precision, he began treating Peyton’s arm by cooling the burn, applying antiseptic, and doing everything he could to ease her pain.

Meanwhile, Peyton kept reassuring them in a soft, fragile voice. “Trevor, Josh, I’m fine. Luckily, the water wasn’t too hot. It’s really nothing.”

But the implication was clear. If the water had been just a little hotter, she would have been permanently scarred… all because of Summer.

Death by a thousand cuts. Peyton had mastered this game.

Josh’s fury ignited at once. He turned sharply, jabbing a finger toward Summer’s face. “Summer, how could you be so cruel?! Peyton has surgery tomorrow, and yet you scalded her with hot water today? Just what kind of vicious heart do you have?!”