Seven Years a Fool One Day a Queen (Kristine and Colton) novel Chapter 392

Chapter 392

Calvin prided himself on not being a man of weak willpower.

But those strengths, the self control he was so proud of, were always meaningless in front of Eliza.

No matter how many times it happened, he would always drown in it.

At this moment, he hated the Blake family with all his heart.

If he had known the tricks they were using, he would have never fallen for it.

And now, he truly had fallen for it.

Eliza had completely lost her rationality, controlled entirely by the drugs.

Her eyes, clouded with confusion, drew closer to him as if proximity was the only thing that could alleviate her discomfort.

Her gaze alone was unbearable.

Beads of sweat gathered on Calvin’s forehead, his throat tight with tension.

His voice, hoarse to the point of being strangled, seemed to be squeezed from the depths of his chest, his jaw clenched hard.

“Eliza, you’re tempting me to commit a crime.”

Eliza pressed her face into his neck, oblivious to the pain written all over his face.

Her body burned with feverish heat, as though a raging fire was consuming her.

“So hot…”

Her body seemed to shimmer with a faint, flushed glow.

Calvin, unable to control his emotions, felt his muscles tense, sweat dripping down his face.

The air was thick with pheromones, and Eliza’s heated breath brushed against his sensitive ear.

“Help me.”

Her voice, weak with helplessness, made his resolve tremble.

Her eyes, clouded with fog, were tinged with redness, and her expression under the dim light had an almost tragic beauty to it.

“No.” Calvin couldn’t bear to look at her. “When you wake up, you’ll be angry with me. You’ll blame me and avoid me.”

To keep his sanity, he forcibly placed her back on the bed.

In a panic, he grabbed a nearby blanket and wrapped her up tightly.

Eliza, already burning with discomfort, didn’t cooperate at all.

She struggled weakly against him.

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Calvin was frantic, trying to cover her top bit neglecting the bottoms

When he managed to cover the bottom, she pulled the blanket away from her top again.

In his hante efforts, Calvin caught sight of the pained expression on her face, brought on by the drugs.

His hands froze. The ultimately gave up.

The blanket was removed, releasing the feverish heat for a brief moment. Eliza let out a soft, almost relieved moan.

Her dress, already strained from the struggle, was now barely hanging on.

Sweat dripped down Calvin’s chin, falling onto Eliza’s chest.

The warmth caused her to shiver slightly.

She

delicate, like someone to be protected and cherished–someone who would make any man want to possess her.

Completely consumed by desire.

ould stir him so effortlessly.

din, and without hesitat

was always the passi

o matter before

When Caly

When

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head back, letting him take what he wanted.

she twisted uneasily, though it almost

feeling the trembling of her body,

ilk, pliable beneath his touch.

sending electric shock

“You’re a tormer

the roo

More body.

was encouraging him, allowing him to lose

he was.

desperate to draw from her what he craved.

agh she had been hurt deeply.

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His forehead pressed against hers. “Eliza, look carefully. I’ve kept my boundaries.”

Tliza tilted her head hack slightly, biting his lip.

The sound of his voice turned from strained to low, hoarse.

His muscles tensed violently, his whole body thrumming with the intensity of their connection.

Even if this was the end, he would gladly embrace it.

The wildfire had passed, leaving only embers behind.

Eliza, utterly exhausted, drifted into sleep.

But it wasn’t a peaceful sleep. Her brows remained furrowed, as though her rest was troubled.

Calvin traced her face gently with his finger, as if trying to smooth out the crease between her brows.

She murmured in her sleep, almost as if protesting.

Calvin leaned down, kissing her forehead and nose softly. He teased, “I think you’ve taken advantage of me again.”

The warmth between them hadn’t faded yet when sounds came from outside the door.

Kim’s sharp voice echoed from the hallway. “Is it about time? Have the reporters arrived?”

“They’re in the elevator,” Tristan replied.

Kim immediately became smug, instructing the bodyguard, “In a while, kick the door down and let the reporters rush in. Make sure they get clear shots.”

The bodyguard responded, “Understood.”

Tristan glanced at the time and instructed the bodyguard, “It’s about time. You handle it from here. We’ll leave now.”

“Okay.”

Tristan and Kim quickly left the scene, leaving the rest of the operation to their people.

The reporters rushed in right after.

The bodyguard kicked the door open.

The reporters flooded into the room, their cameras flashing wildly as they took shots.

Nothing could be hidden.

A minute later, someone spoke. “There’s only one person?”

The flashing lights dimmed, and the reporters exchanged confused glances.

Wasn’t the tip–off supposed to show Mr. Vega’s fiancée caught in a scandal?

Eliza, deep in sleep, had no idea what was happening.

Her dress was still neatly in place, her appearance unassuming.

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His forehead pressed against hers. “Eliza, look carefully. I’ve kept my boundaries.”

Eliza tilted her head back slightly, biting his lip.

The sound of his voice turned from strained to low, hoarse.

His muscles tensed violently, his whole body thrumming with the intensity of their connection.

Even if this was the end, he would gladly embrace it.

The wildfire had passed, leaving only embers behind.

Eliza, utterly exhausted, drifted into sleep.

But it wasn’t a peaceful sleep. Her brows remained furrowed, as though her rest was troubled.

Calvin traced her face gently with his finger, as if trying to smooth out the crease between her brows.

She murmured in her sleep, almost as if protesting.

Calvin leaned down, kissing her forehead and nose softly. He teased, “I think you’ve taken advantage of me again.”

The warmth between them hadn’t faded yet when sounds came from outside the door.

Kim’s sharp voice echoed from the hallway. “Is it about time? Have the reporters arrived?”

“They’re in the elevator,” Tristan replied.

Kim immediately became smug, instructing the bodyguard, “In a while, kick the door down and let the reporters rush in. Make sure they get

clear shots.”

The bodyguard responded, “Understood.”

Tristan glanced at the time and instructed the bodyguard, “It’s about time. You handle it from here. We’ll leave now.”

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