She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 75

His grandmother was entirely out of line. To keep him from divorcing Quinn, she had actually slipped him a potent aphrodisiac.

He stepped out of the bathroom, a fine sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. His breathing was heavy and scorching.

He clenched his fists, desperately trying to suppress the relentless heat churning in his veins.

As he looked up, his predatory gaze uncontrollably drifted toward the figure in the bed.

Quinn was tossing restlessly, murmuring softly in her sleep.

She shifted, revealing her long, slender legs, an expanse of luminous skin, and the tantalizing curve of her chest...

Miles's eyes darkened instantly, an explosive undercurrent of desire flashing in his gaze before he violently ripped his head away.

Damn woman!

And she claimed she wasn't trying to seduce him?

Throwing off the blankets in the middle of the night to strike such a suggestive pose?

He had to get out of there. He needed to get far away from her before he lost his grip on his sanity.

He reached for the door handle, only to find it securely locked from the outside. It wouldn't budge.

His grandmother was truly losing her mind!

Did she honestly think locking them in a room together would force his hand?

The drug continued to surge through his system, the feverish heat pushing his willpower to the absolute brink.

He squeezed his eyes shut, breathing heavily as he retreated back into the bathroom.

He filled the tub with freezing water, stripped off his pajamas, and submerged himself.

Quinn always woke up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night. Perhaps because Miles had infuriated her so much earlier, she couldn't sleep soundly.

Less than three hours later, she climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

Because of his frantic state, Miles hadn't locked the bathroom door. Quinn walked right in.

She was half-asleep, her eyes barely open.

The lighting was dim, with only the faint glow of the wall sconces, so she completely missed the figure in the tub.

"You're the one who didn't lock the door!"

Keeping her hands over her eyes, Quinn peeked through her fingers. Seeing that he was covered, she finally lowered her hands.

"Miles... you... were you doing that in the bathtub?!"

That jerk. He was definitely lying awake thinking about Jade, so desperately lonely that he had to take care of himself in the tub...

Thinking back to the suspicious red marks she had seen on Jade's neck previously, a wave of physical disgust washed over her.

Miles shot her a venomous glare, and she instinctively snapped her mouth shut.

He let out a dark, mocking laugh. "Evelyn spiked my soup. I'd rather freeze in a bathtub of ice water than lay a single finger on you. Does that answer satisfy you?"

The color instantly drained from Quinn's face. An indescribable wave of humiliation shot up her spine, clogging her throat with a thick, acidic ache.

This time, she didn't defensively snap back to save her pride by calling him a scrawny weakling.

Instead, she turned on her heel and walked out in total silence, her slender frame radiating an aura of absolute misery and defeat.