“Just a bottle of beer.” Chris also thought he was a little strange tonight. “It’s weird, I usually don’t feel anything even after drinking a dozen bottles.”
“You’d better pull over and call for a driver,” Charlotte hurriedly reminded, “You can’t violate traffic rules.”
“If we stop now, they will catch up soon.” He cautiously stared at the rearview mirror.
“Why do I feel that you are more afraid of my boss than I am?” she asked casually.
His eyes flickered, but he soon justified himself. “Aren’t you afraid of running into him? I don’t want to cause you trouble.”
“Don’t talk about this for now. Let’s call a driver,” she urged.
“Don’t worry, I know myself.”
Seizing every opportunity, Chris drove the car to the suburbs at breakneck speed as if he were in a race.
“What are you doing? You can’t speed in the city. Stop now.”
Charlotte turned to look at him.
He’s flushed and sweaty. Something must be wrong with him.
“You were like me that day…” She suddenly came to a realization and widened her eyes in astonishment. “Did someone drug you?”
“No way…”
He recalled carefully. The three girls clung to me. A girl kissed me but I quickly pushed her away. I then took a large glass of beer in front of me and drank it.
Could I have been drugged at that time?
“Stop the car.” Charlotte panicked; she could feel his restlessness.
“Don’t be afraid, baby…” Chris held her hand and kissed the back of it as he panted. “I will be responsible to you.”
“You…” She became more nervous when she heard it. “Don’t mess around. Let’s go to the hospital.”
“You little fool, what’s the use of going to the hospital for this kind of thing…” He looked at her tenderly. “I need an antidote; you are my antidote…”
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