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

sky was still dark. It’s probably around four

hold back his urges, he carried Ashlyn to the bathroom and placed her in the tub filled with warm

gently massaged her waist. Surprisingly, Ashlyn, who

asleep

must have tormented the woman badly last night; Ashlyn was someone who could send Winsor flying

it, a loving look crept

carried her back to the bed

His eyes closed.

of the drug or he

deep

the time Lucas woke again, he found himself tied up on

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

soft whip was in her

struggled as a hint of rage

never been treated this

her legs and

the whip at

in pain before frowning at Ashlyn

realized that fire

he felt for her earlier dissipated without a

“Ashlyn, I was drugged.”

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