When Victoria chose the drug, she didn’t leave Ernest a way out at all.
She was certain that Ernest would be defeated by this drug as well. Hence, he would fail to suppress his desire and have sex with Dolores.
If that happened, everything was settled.
Ernest’s face was darkened immediately.
While drinking the cocktail, he knew that there must be something wrong with it. However, he didn’t expect that Victoria would be so ruthless. Would he die if he insisted on not doing it?
If he insisted on being together with Florence, Victoria would rather kill him, wouldn’t she?
No wonder she was the hostess of the Fraser family who had the power in hand. She was truly heartless.
“Ernest, from tonight on, you are destined not to be together with Florence. Please don’t make it hard for yourself. Let me help you...”
Dolores stood up from the sofa, with an enchanting look, she approached Ernest again.
Raising her fingers, she put them on his face gently.
Her fingers were quite cool.
It felt like the iced water in the fire, making Ernest feel deadly cozy.
He was drugged, and she was undoubtedly the best antidote to him.
Dolores’ voice was so tender and enchanting.
“Accept me. You’ll feel better...”
Ernest felt as if he was roasted on a fire. Right then, he truly wanted to feel better, and her suggestion sounded so attractive.
Ernest’s eyes slightly twinkled, becoming blurred for a moment.
His reason was almost broken down.
Noticing it, Dolores kept on luring him. Her exposed body was about to cling to him.
“Make love to me.”
Her words reechoed in his mind.
His body couldn’t hold the most primitive impulse any longer. His eyes became so reddish.
However, inwardly, he was overwhelmed by the disgust.
He was sickened.
He always distanced himself from women except for Florence.
“Ho... I’ll just die.”
Ernest suddenly took a few steps back in stiffened pace, but he looked extremely determined.
He walked backward step by step, distancing himself from Dolores bit by bit.
“Tell Victoria Wilson -- Florence is her daughter. If she doesn’t agree, I won’t take Florence away from her forcibly. But I love Florence. If I’m still alive, I must be with her. Otherwise, she can kill me today and everything will come to an end.”
After finishing his words, Ernest opened the bathroom door and walked in quickly.
Then with a click, he locked the door from the inside.
When Dolores came back to her senses, she immediately rushed over, but she failed to open the door of the bathroom.
Right now, she finally panicked.
She patted on the door in a panic and yelled, “Ernest, you can’t do this. Hurry up and come out. The drug effect will become stronger and stronger. You won’t be able to bear it at all.”
The door was still closed, locked from the inside. Then she heard the sound of the running water.
She guessed that Ernest was using the cold water.
Dolores didn’t care if she had failed the task. She became more worried.
Victoria had told her how strong the drug effect was.
The cold water wouldn’t work at all. At least, it could make the man keep the reason for a short while.
“Ernest, open the door. If you tried hard to bear it, you’ll damage your health. The effect will become stronger later. You won’t hold on to it anyway. If you’ve lost the reason, you will still come back to find me. Why do you have to torture yourself like this?” Dolores yelled in a panic, afraid that his heath would be damaged.
He was her future husband.
Ernest ignored her completely.
Only the sound of the running water was heard from the bathroom.
Dolores kept convincing him outside, but the door had never been opened.
After a long while, Dolores was still waiting for Ernest to come back. She was quite confident earlier, but the longer she waited, the less confident she was.
Ernest didn’t come out from the bathroom at all.
She checked the time -- two and half hours had already passed.
If Ernest couldn’t have sex in three hours, he would die for sure.
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