Chapter 89 Slap
Natalie’s wrist was gripped tightly by Marcus, and she could feel his palm radiating a searing heat as though it could scorch her skin.
Marcus raised his other hand to press against his temples, his body seemingly consumed by a raging fire, wreaking havoc within him.
“Come to my room.” His grip on Natalie’s hand tightened, and as he closed his eyes, his mind was flooded with a vivid memory–the glimpse of soft, flawless skin from when he’d removed her IV drip at Quinton Hospital.
The image suddenly became startlingly clear, making his Adam’s apple bob. This strange reaction left no doubt in his mind. “Nathaniel, I’ve been drugged.”
His voice, low and gravelly, carried a roughness that hadn’t been there before.
“Huh?” Natalie immediately straightened up, her demeanor turning serious. She placed her free hand on Marcus‘ wrist to check his pulse. Her sharp brows furrowed deeply.
“Let’s go to your room.”
She pinched a spot on his hand, sending a jolt of pain through him to keep him conscious while he quickly led her to his room.
His room was massive. Upon entering, the first sight was an oversized bookshelf dividing the space into two sections. In front of the shelf was a deep gray desk with a matching office chair. Papers and office supplies were neatly arranged on top of the desk.
The entire room was decorated in pure black and white, which looked minimalistic, elegant, and spotless.
Behind the bookshelf was the sleeping area. The large bed faced a floor–to–ceiling window, beyond which lay a modest terrace, clean and empty without any decorations.
The bedroom floor was covered in plush carpeting. Toward the back of the room were the bathroom and a walk–in closet, filled with racks of bespoke suits. The drawers held an array of luxury watches and accessories. Everything was meticulously organized. It was a dream of anyone with a taste for refinement.
As soon as they entered, the door slammed shut behind them with a loud bang.
Natalie shoved Marcus away and raised her hand, slapping him hard across the face.
Marcus‘ head turned to the side from the force of the slap with a fiery red handprint instantly blooming on his chiseled face.
She flexed her wrist. Her hand hurt just as much as his face did.
Marcus barely had time to feel offended. The drug coursing through his veins had taken full effect.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Outside the door, Emma pounded on it with urgency. “Marcus, open the door!”
She kept knocking relentlessly, expecting Marcus to return to her room after escorting Nathaniel back. But to her shock, he had pulled Nathaniel into his bedroom instead.
The drug she got was designed for quick results—for a swift and decisive conquest.
And now, Marcus was locked inside with someone else.
Even if Nathaniel was a man, his delicate, handsome features carried an almost feminine allure. Combined with Marcus‘ past acts of care and concern, she was utterly panicked.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“Marcus, open the door!”
“Nathaniel, open the door!”
“I know you’re in there. Open up
now!”
Natalie smirked inside the room. She pulled out her phone and played a specific video clip aloud.
“Open the door! Open the door! I know you’re inside! If you’ve got the guts to steal someone’s man, you’ve got the guts to open the door!”
Marcus was speechless.
“Oh, by the way, the soundproofing in your house is excellent. Hand me your phone,” Natalie said with a raised eyebrow. She held out her hand to Marcus. After all, what fun was a show if Emma couldn’t hear it?
“You already know who drugged you, don’t you?”
He remained silent as he knew it was Emma without having to guess.
After all, she was the only one who had entered the kitchen that afternoon under the pretense of helping out, even ignoring the housekeeper’s protests. Though she hadn’t personally brought out the soup, he had no doubts that she’d tampered with it.
He retrieved his phone and dialed Emma’s number, tossing it to Natalie afterward.
She caught it effortlessly, and as soon as the call connected, she placed his phone next to hers.
Outside the door, Emma suddenly heard a maddeningly familiar voice.
“Open the door! Open the door! I know you’re inside! If you’ve got the guts to steal someone’s man, you’ve got the guts to open the door!”
“Open the door! Open the door! I know you’re inside! If you’ve got the guts to steal someone’s man, you’ve got the guts to open the door!”
Her words sounded over and over, echoing in her ears. She pounded on the door furiously again with all her strength. This time, after her pounding, she heard not just the infuriating clip but also a cacophony of crashing sounds from inside the room.
However, there were no sounds of Marcus or Nathaniel speaking.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Natalie and Marcus were fighting
Yes, fighting
The drug had overtaken Marcus completely. Desperate, he lunged toward Natalie for help, but she mistook his actions as an attempt to take advantage of her. Without hesitation, she kicked him.
Chapter 89 Slap
He caught her ankle in mid–air. His bloodshot eyes deepened to an almost terrifying crimson as his hand gripped her slender ankle.
She looked down at him silently, curling a finger in a “come here” gesture. It was so condescending that it was almost like she was calling over a dog.
He shut his eyes, forcing himself to suppress the thoughts racing through his head.
With a sweeping motion, he sent everything on his desk crashing to the floor, including both phones. Then, he lunged at her again, starting a physical brawl.
After another loud commotion, the call was disconnected. She managed to drag him by the hair into the bathroom.
Splash!
Cold water rained down on him from the showerhead. He shuddered violently, instinctively attempting to push her away, but she retaliated with another slap to his face.
This time, both sides of his face were symmetrically red.
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