The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 67

“Even with all your medical expertise... you can't fix this?” he heard himself ask.

Evelyn shook her head, sweat plastering the hair to her temples. “There's no... time. Synthesizing a targeted inhibitor... would take at least two hours. I can't wait that long.” Her body convulsed, and she clenched her jaw. “Make... a decision fast. While I can still... rationally choose... my partner.”

She forced the last few words out with agonizing difficulty. Her logical mind was locked in a brutal, desperate war against her primal instincts.

Sebastian stared at her in silence for several seconds. Her face was a canvas of agony, intense flushing, and unyielding determination. Those usually calm, clear eyes were now reflecting his silhouette, holding a reckless sense of trust... or perhaps just the cold reality of having no other options.

He suddenly leaned down, carefully avoiding her bandaged wound, and scooped her up, blanket and all.

“Mr. Thorne?” the assistant asked in shock.

“Open another suite on this floor. Make sure it's completely soundproof with zero surveillance cameras,” Sebastian ordered, his voice returning to its usual commanding cadence, laced with an undeniable authority. “Have our men secure the entire floor. No one comes close. Cancel the doctor.”

Held tightly in his arms, Evelyn's foggy mind processed his words. She forced her eyes open, a sliver of genuine confusion finally breaking through her stoic facade. “You...?”

Sebastian carried her toward the door. Without looking down, he kept his gaze fixed straight ahead, his deep voice carrying clearly to her ears, “There won't be anyone else.”

He paused, adding a final sentence that sounded like an explanation to her, but also an excuse for himself: “I refuse to watch you... throw yourself at some random stranger. At the very least... I'm clean.”

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The door to the secondary penthouse suite clicked shut, completely cutting them off from the outside world.

Sebastian gently laid Evelyn down on the center of the massive, plush mattress. Only a single warm, amber wall lamp illuminated the room, casting a hazy glow over the bed.

The drug had taken complete control of her system, rapidly eroding whatever sanity she had left. She curled into a tight ball, her body trembling uncontrollably as suppressed whimpers escaped her throat. Her gaze flickered between sheer desperation and complete dissociation.

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