When the Contract Marriage Ended, He Stayed

Chapter 36: Let’s Get a Divorce, Okay?

In the presidential suite, Aiden Xavier gently placed Hazel Hawthorne on the bed. But Hazel’s hands restlessly roamed over his body. She even took advantage of his distraction to slip a hand inside his shirt, touching his scorching skin.

Aiden Xavier’s powerful frame trembled. He quickly grabbed Hazel’s hand and gently patted her cheek with his other. Her cheeks were flushed, her body was burning up, and when she opened her eyes, her gaze was hazy.

Aiden Xavier’s expression was more terrifying than the King of Hell’s. Seeing Hazel try to struggle free, he forcefully pinned her hands down on either side of her, asking in a low voice, "Do you know who I am?"

Hazel’s mind and body were disconnected. She couldn’t see the person in front of her clearly, relying only on a familiar scent. But her consciousness had been seized by a strange desire, making it impossible for her to think calmly.

She bit her lip hard, subconsciously trying to clear her head. But the drug was too strong. She had never felt like this before, so completely out of control. She kept trying to restrain herself, but the situation was only spiraling further.

When Hazel didn’t answer, Aiden Xavier assumed she hadn’t recognized him. His eyes instantly turned cold. He hauled her up and strode to the bathroom, roughly tossing her into the bathtub. He turned on the shower, and icy water instantly soaked her from head to toe.

The shock of the cold water did nothing to calm Hazel down. She thrashed in the tub, struggling and grabbing at anything she could reach. She was completely unaware that she looked like a madwoman.

Tossing Hazel into the water was no way to counteract the aphrodisiac in her system.

The doctor Aiden Xavier had called arrived half an hour later. By then, Aiden was soaked, with several scratch marks on his face and body. The doctor didn’t dare say a word.

Seeing the person on the bed tied up securely, the corner of the doctor’s mouth couldn’t help but twitch.

To prevent Hazel from screaming, Aiden Xavier had also "thoughtfully" gagged her with tissues.

"Young Master Xavier, I’ve already given your wife a sedative. There was really no need to tie her up."

Aiden Xavier shot him a cold look. "All you need to do right now is neutralize the drug in her system. Cut the chatter."

and focused on counteracting the drug’s effects

a little after five in the morning. The warm air in the room had nearly dried Aiden Xavier’s soaked clothes. He sat on the nearby sofa, his eyes

the silent room was the ticking of the clock on

cut on the corner of Hazel’s lip, then at the marks on her wrists and ankles, his feelings a complex

willpower—how she’d kept digging her nails into her thighs—the drug, left unpurged in her system for

out to caress it. But as if sensing something in her sleep, Hazel’s brows instantly furrowed in a look of profound

arrived in time. She would have

Aiden

ever made Aiden Xavier

chased after her the moment she ran out,

have been drugged, wouldn’t have

Hazel was still, Aiden Xavier finally got up

let the man on the floor get up, nor would they send him to a hospital. Even as he groaned in agony, no one paid

pain, tensed up again. He watched Aiden in terror. Aiden walked over, stomped on his thigh, and a wretched howl instantly echoed through the

inward. The man, drenched in a cold sweat, trembled and begged for mercy. Any further and it would

Xavier suddenly stopped. He looked down, sneering at the man. "Don’t

I know I was wrong! Please, spare my worthless life! I’ll never do it

distance’ vibe. But when he smiled, he was

shriek, the man on the

pool of blood mixed with urine. Aiden Xavier looked away in disgust and ordered his men to

「The next day.」

slowly opened her eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling above. Her mind was a chaotic jumble of fragmented images, but she remembered being brought to a

desperately, only to be

smirk—it was a nightmare