My Gorgeous Wife is an Ex-Convict!

Harley quickly walked over to the bed, intending to untie the ropes binding Calvert.

But the moment her hand touched Calvert, he desperately dodged away, continuously shouting, "No... I don't want... Don't touch me, don't touch me!"

That handsome face was contorted, as he desperately tried to suppress the effects of the drug coursing through his body.

Beads of sweat, the size of soybeans, kept rolling down his forehead. His face and exposed skin were a shade of pink.

"It's me!" Harley said, feeling even more heartbroken for Calvert.

But it seemed as if Calvert didn't hear a thing, he kept resisting Harley's touch.

It's like a desperate little creature, frantically trying to protect itself, yet powerless to do so!

Seeing Calvert like this, Harley's heart was filled with pain.

She suddenly pulled Calvert into her arms, ignoring his struggles, and kept saying, "It's me, Calvert, it's me! Don't be scared, I'm here now, you'll be okay!"

gradually stopped. His black eyes, already confused and unable to even focus properly, were now trying hard to

hoarse voice, struggling to form the

said, "Everything's fine, there's nothing to worry

station. And as for the manager, not a word about today's incident should be leaked."

Calvert and Harley were

the ropes binding Calvert's hands, looking at

what that woman fed you?" Harley asked, regretting that she hadn't asked

clarified what that woman fed him before sending her

to the hospital, I'll call the bodyguard

you now..." Harley said, trying to help Calvert up and take him

him

to say, briefly lucid because of her voice. But now, the effects of the drug were overpowering his rationality