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."

silent and focused on

finally fell into a peaceful sleep a little after five in the morning. The warm air in the room had

only sound in the silent room was the

Hazel’s lip, then at the marks on her wrists and

kept digging her nails into her thighs—the drug, left unpurged in her system for so long, would have

flush slowly recede from Hazel’s face and couldn’t resist reaching out to caress it. But as if sensing something in her sleep, Hazel’s brows instantly furrowed in a look of profound

dropped his hand. He thought about what would have happened to Hazel a few hours ago if he hadn’t arrived in time. She would have been defiled. And knowing Hazel’s character, if she were

ever made Aiden Xavier feel

had ever made Aiden Xavier

Hazel to come to the bar, if he had chased after her the moment she ran out, maybe none of

have been taken, wouldn’t have been drugged, wouldn’t have been

Xavier finally got up

up, nor would they send him to a hospital. Even as he groaned in agony, no one paid

slackened slightly from the pain, tensed up again. He watched Aiden in terror. Aiden walked over,

man, drenched in a cold sweat, trembled

stopped. He looked down, sneering

I was wrong! Please, spare my

Xavier wasn’t smiling, he merely gave off a ’keep your distance’ vibe. But when he smiled, he was a bloodthirsty demon. He lifted his foot. Seeing this, the man breathed a sigh of relief, but only for an

shriek, the man on the floor passed

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

「The next day.」

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

be pinned

lecherous expression, his triumphant smirk—it was