Then, he realized that the red marks were also littered across his chest.

He froze.

Realization struck him like a bolt from the blue. He raised his head to see a beautiful face.

The woman had long lashes, a button nose, and pink lips; it was none other than Ashlyn.

In a daze, he stared at Ashlyn, who looked like she was tortured, as his face paled.

His memories returned like water escaping from a broken dam.

The images of his delirious actions from last night emerged in his mind.

Last night at the dinner, before he rushed after Ashlyn, he drank a glass of whiskey. What happened next… That whiskey! It’s spiked!

If not for that whiskey, I wouldn’t have acted this way and hurt her.

He stared at Ashlyn’s sleeping face. The skin at the corner of her pink lips was broken. Teeth marks and hickeys scattered across her neck.

Her entire body was black and blue.

She looked like a mess.

narrowed his dark

out of the window where the sky was still

Ashlyn to the

her waist. Surprisingly, Ashlyn, who was a light sleeper, did not wake

remained asleep

badly last night; Ashlyn was someone who could send Winsor flying with a

he thought about it, a loving

her back to the bed before hugging

His eyes closed.

was because of the drug or he was exhausted after the

deep into

he found himself

had worn a set of fitting black leather attire. She barely revealed an inch of her skin, but her figure was showing off

was in her

as a hint of rage

been treated this

legs and

the whip at

frowning

realized that

earlier dissipated without a trace

“Ashlyn, I was drugged.”

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