Chapter 867: Chapter 870 Who Was the Woman Last Night (3)
The man’s brows knitted slightly, his deep and handso black pupils coldly sweeping over the king-size bed in disarray.
On the four corners of the bedposts, there were still black ribbons that had bound sothing.
At a glance, it was clear that these ribbons had been used to tie sothing down.
“He” really went that far last night?
Aidan Lucas rubbed his temples with displeasure, the usually untemperantal man was feeling irritable for the first ti.
Few people knew that he harbored two personalities within his body.
No one knew that such a condition made him seem like a monster.
He was never truly affected by aphrodisiacs.
Because if one personality was influenced by the drugs, the other would wake up.
Just like the last ti, when Hannah Ford drugged the other Aidan Lucas, it was he who woke up.
So last night, when he inadvertently ca under the effect of so drug, the dormant Aidan Lucas in his subconscious found the opportunity to break free.
However…
The man’s fingers were distinct and slender as he picked up a piece of the ribbon.
His fingertips felt the smooth, soft texture of the ribbons.
“Hmph, Aidan Lucas… So you like to play with these kinds of things?”
His tone was cold and indifferent, tinged with a mocking chill.
The man narrowed his eyes, a trace of cold disgust flashing through his pitch-black irises.
He detested this feeling imnsely.
Even though he knew that his other self would not carelessly touch a woman.
The woman who he subjugated to his will last night, causing such a ss, could not have been an ordinary person.
But he still loathed it.
A physiological revulsion, he hated touching other won.
Since the mont he regained consciousness, aside from a little girl who seed like a wet dream from his childhood, there was only Alice who could break his taboos.
But last night, he was forced to possess another woman.
Even without being fully conscious.
Now, Aidan Lucas just wanted to find that woman imdiately, tie her up, and whip every inch of her flesh until it burst open.
If she had the nerve to get into Aidan Lucas’s bed, she should be ready to endure his fury.
He discarded the ribbon in his hand with scorn and continued to survey the room.
Aidan Lucas guessed who the woman was who had drugged him and dragged “him” to bed.
It was Milly Gray who had invited him to dinner last night.
Heh, she thought that sleeping with her ant he had to take responsibility?
The man snorted coldly and headed towards the bathroom to wash away the scent that woman left on him.
He really didn’t understand why his other self would tolerate Milly Gray’s proximity.
“He” was clearly alert, yet he allowed this body to embrace a woman so nauseating.
He thought back to the ti when “he” had been drugged by Hannah Ford; he had helped “him” then.
Aidan Lucas was in a terrible mood, irritably brushing the hair on his forehead with his fingers.
His other hand rested on the tap, ready to turn it on, but his movents suddenly froze.
He faintly caught a whiff of a sweet and pleasant scent.
It seed as if it was coming from the tips of his fingers?
The more soone had a sense of cleanliness, the more attentive they were to everything they touched.
Aidan Lucas brought his fingertips closer, carefully identifying the fragrance that clung to them.
His brows were slightly furrowed, his long eyes narrowing discerningly.
A faint scent lingered on his fingertips.
The fragrance was light; although he could no longer distinctly sll the specific scent.
But he was certain, this scent definitely didn’t belong to Milly Gray.
Whenever that woman ca close, he felt a physiological urge to erase her from this world.
If it was her scent, he would not have this kind of reaction.
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