Rejected Heiress, Reigning Queen novel Chapter 80

Carter strode over quickly. Hearing his voice, Emma felt an inexplicable sense of relief.

She was huddled in a corner of the restaurant, her face buried in her knees. She looked up slightly, her cheeks flushed bright red.

"Carter... get me... out of here."

Carter didn't need to ask to figure out what had happened. He immediately took off his jacket, wrapped her in it, and scooped her up into his arms.

Emma's upper body, including her head, was completely covered. The bodyguards exchanged confused looks.

Should they just let him take her away?

"I'm taking her to the hospital."

Carter threw a brief explanation to the men. However, the next second, Emma's hand tightly grabbed the fabric of his shirt right over his chest.

"No... don't go... it's humiliating... allergy..."

Emma's mind was a mess. Carter frowned, but carried her into the car first.

He ordered the driver to raise the partition before finally pulling Emma out from under his jacket.

"You have to go to the hospital."

Emma shook her head. "No. I can't go."

Carter's brows furrowed. Seeing her vehement refusal, he couldn't bring himself to force her. He frantically racked his brain for a solution that wouldn't harm her.

"Take... take me to... Nocturne."

"Find their boss."

Emma bit her lip, her entire body radiating a flushed heat.

Hearing this, Carter's eyes darkened, and he raised his voice to the driver.

"Go to my nearest property."

Carter stared at the restless woman in his arms. The usually aloof beauty was completely consumed by the aphrodisiac, her soft, delicate hands wandering aimlessly, sparking fires all over his body.

He pinned her hands down time and again. Feeling constrained and uncomfortable, Emma pouted in grievance.

"It hurts..."

Her soft, sweet voice made Carter's heart race. Feeling both heartache and helplessness, he had no choice but to let her go, allowing her to squirm around.

Emma leaned against his chest, feeling as if there was a block of ice beside her that could cool her down, and she kept nuzzling deeper into his embrace.

After sending off a few brief text messages, Carter tossed his phone aside. He held Emma's waist gently with both hands, embracing her while pouring a large pitcher of water.

"Be a good girl, drink some water."

Carter coaxed her gently, even digging out a straw for her.

Emma leaned against him, resting her chin on his shoulder, and obediently, albeit groggily, drank the water.

The sound of her gulping down the water drifted into Carter's ears, making his mouth feel even more dry.

To make matters worse, one of Emma's hands slipped under his shirt, alternately poking his abs and tracing his back muscles.

"Carter Harrington, are you lacking stamina..."

After drinking water for what felt like ages, Emma tilted her head and slurred a dazed yet provocative question.

Carter panted heavily. Hearing those words made him grind his teeth.

He pulled her a little tighter, his warm, intimate breath brushing against Emma's fragrant neck. His arousal-filled eyes now glinted with a domineering, predatory dominance.

"You brought this on yourself."