From His Invisible Wife to the World's Icon novel Chapter 156

When the treatment finished, the doctor walked over. “Mr. Foster, Mrs. Foster. The alcohol is entirely flushed from your system. I've also administered medication to stimulate ovulation. You can try tonight.”

Lydia shifted her gaze to glare at Frederick. He hadn't been concerned about her at all earlier; he was just giving the doctor her medical status so she could be prepped for his use.

She balled her hands into tight fists, frantically trying to think of an excuse to reject him.

Suddenly, a composed figure appeared in the doorway.

“Boss, Mrs. Foster. Caleb has matters to attend to tonight, so I will be driving you back to Tidal Crest Manor.”

It was Jordan Drake!

Lydia's heart plummeted.

“I need to use the restroom.”

Forcing her panic down, Lydia walked out of the room, only to be startled by the sight of two maids from the main estate standing in the hallway.

“Mrs. Foster, Charles heard that you dismissed the previous staff, so he sent over two experienced maids to assist you,” Jordan explained smoothly from behind her.

She remained silent for a beat before offering a tight, “Understood.”

She strode into the bathroom, the two maids following close behind to stand guard at the door.

Yanking her phone out, she quickly unblocked Sierra's number and dialed it.

Her heart was racing, though her expression remained icy calm. The phone rang endlessly, but no one answered.

Then it hit her—Sierra was drugged!

Even if Sierra knew Frederick planned to sleep with her tonight, she was in no state to crash the party.

“Mrs. Foster, are you finished?” one of the maids called out.

Her eyes locked onto a small pill bottle tucked inside her purse. Shoving her phone away, she dabbed her fingers with water, smoothed the stray hairs behind her ears, and confidently strode out.

Back at Tidal Crest Manor, Jordan escorted them all the way to the master bedroom.

The second the door clicked shut, Frederick crowded her against it. His large hands cupped her face, and without warning, he dipped his head, his sharp nose brushing against hers. Dark desire burned in his eyes; if he leaned down just an inch more, he would capture her lips.

His intoxicating, purely masculine scent wrapped around her, blending with a faint trace of gardenia.

Her slender hands pressed firmly against his chest, her brow furrowing in disgust. “Go take a shower. I hate the smell of Sierra on you.”

A flicker of surprise crossed the man's dark eyes, as if he hadn't realized another woman's perfume was lingering on his clothes. His hot breath ghosted over her lips as he took a half-step back. “Get my pajamas ready?” he murmured, his voice husky.

Relieved, she kept her expression perfectly neutral and nodded.

Satisfied, he turned and headed into the bathroom.

Lydia immediately spun around and yanked the bedroom door open, coming face-to-face with the two maids.

They were literally standing guard right outside.

“Do you need something, Mrs. Foster?”

“I'm thirsty. I'm going down for some water.”

She took a step forward, but two arms shot out to block her path. She scowled. “You dare stop me?”

“No, Mrs. Foster.”

“I'll go get it for you.” One of the maids hurried downstairs, while the other held her ground. “Jordan instructed us to take excellent care of you and Mr. Foster tonight.”

A moment later, she heard Jordan's voice echoing from downstairs, questioning the maid.

Jordan hadn't left.

Defeated, she stepped back. The maid soon returned with a glass of water; Lydia snatched it and slammed the door.

After fetching Frederick's pajamas, she turned her attention to the glass.

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