Then, he realized that the red marks were also littered across his chest.
He froze.
Realization struck him like a bolt from the blue. He raised his head to see a beautiful face.
The woman had long lashes, a button nose, and pink lips; it was none other than Ashlyn.
In a daze, he stared at Ashlyn, who looked like she was tortured, as his face paled.
His memories returned like water escaping from a broken dam.
The images of his delirious actions from last night emerged in his mind.
Last night at the dinner, before he rushed after Ashlyn, he drank a glass of whiskey. What happened next... That whiskey! It’s spiked!
If not for that whiskey, I wouldn’t have acted this way and hurt her.
He stared at Ashlyn’s sleeping face. The skin at the corner of her pink lips was broken. Teeth marks and hickeys scattered across her neck.
Her entire body was black and blue.
She looked like a mess.
He narrowed his dark eyes.
Then, he looked out of the window where the sky was still dark. It’s probably around four or five in the morning.
Unable to hold back his urges, he carried Ashlyn to the bathroom and placed her in the tub filled with warm water.
His large hands gently massaged her waist. Surprisingly, Ashlyn, who was a light sleeper, did not wake instantly.
She remained asleep in his arms.
He must have tormented the woman badly last night; Ashlyn was someone who could send Winsor flying with a slap.
As he thought about it, a loving look crept into his eyes.
After cleaning Ashlyn up, Lucas carried her back to the bed before hugging her.
His eyes closed.
Lucas did not know whether it was because of the drug or he was exhausted after the vigorous activity.
He soon fell deep into his sleep.
By the time Lucas woke again, he found himself tied up on the bed.
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