She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 287

The warm, soft body in his arms pressed flush against him, entirely oblivious to a single word he was saying.

Instead of letting go, she only clung tighter.

The soft warmth of her skin, mixed with her signature faint floral scent, enveloped him in a wave of helpless dependency.

Miles's breath hitched, his body going completely rigid. He threw a disdainful glare at the woman in his arms.

His brows locked together sharply. "Quinn, stop moving."

But not only did she refuse to stop, her hands began exploring his chest, desperately searching for more of his soothing coolness.

It wasn't enough. It wasn't nearly enough to douse the fire burning under her skin.

Hunter watched as Ms. Avery tangled herself around his boss, who remained as stiff as a board.

Miles showed zero positive reaction, only glaring and ordering her to stop moving.

Hunter frowned. If he didn't know for a fact that his boss was straight, he would seriously start to wonder if the man hated women entirely.

He leaned in and whispered cautiously, "Boss, Ms. Avery... probably doesn't want to be doing this either. It's the drug."

"Should I... get a room for you two next door?"

Miles shot him a gaze so cold it could freeze over hell. "Shut up!"

Hunter instantly snapped his mouth shut, not daring to say another word. His eyes accidentally drifted to Quinn's deeply flushed face, and his own ears turned red.

Miles glared at him and immediately pulled the suit jacket tighter, covering her up completely.

Hunter quickly averted his eyes, his mouth twitching slightly.

His boss was sitting here acting completely disgusted, yet simultaneously terrified that anyone else might catch a glimpse of Ms. Avery looking this stunning. What a contradictory, volatile man.

"To the hospital!"

"Right away, Mr. York."

Miles bundled Quinn up securely in his jacket, scooped her into his arms, and strode out of the club.

...

Tristan slapped AJ awake and ripped the duct tape off his mouth. AJ gasped, his eyes focusing on the man in front of him.

He grabbed Tristan's shirt. "Tristan! Save Quinn!"

Tristan coldly slapped his hands away. "Mr. York already got her out. They're heading to the hospital."

"Ugh... so hot..."

Her skin was scorching, her breath soft and warm. Her delicate exhales brushed against Miles's neck, sending a fragile sense of reliance straight to his core.

Miles's logical brain deepened its aversion, commanding him to freeze her out and push her away.

But his body betrayed him, delivering the most honest, uncontrollable reaction possible.

His Adam's apple bobbed. His dark eyes suddenly grew heavy, the layer of frost in his gaze melting into a dark, simmering heat.

"Quinn, don't use this drug as an excuse to throw yourself at me. I'm not falling for it!"

"Hot..."

Quinn tugged at her collar, desperate to strip off her clothes and find some relief.

Miles's eyes narrowed sharply, a faint flush creeping up his own neck. He grabbed her wrists. "Quinn, stop it!"

The woman in his arms was completely out of her mind. She couldn't understand a single thing he was saying.

Her voice was a soft, breathy plea. "Hot. I need ice water..."

She pressed closer to him. He felt so incredibly cool, like a block of ice that could endlessly pull the heat from her veins.