The turmoil settled at the bottom of his heart suddenly broke free, a surge of heat rushed down from his forehead, rging with the electric current in his body, quickly charging toward his lower abdon, clamoring for a vigorous release to ease his raging hormones.
Nicholas Croft gritted his teeth, frowned, and was about to shake off that seductive woman when a murmur sounded again.
"Mmm... Nicholas..."
Addled by the drug, the woman acted boldly. Hannah Hargrave straightened her body, knelt on the low table, and her pale fingers rubbed back and forth at the opening of her bathrobe.
Her enchanting deanor, with large movents, made the bathrobe draped on her body slip off her shoulder, revealing one rounded shoulder. Combined with her misty eyes, at that mont, Hannah Hargrave was every bit the beguiling enchantress.
Letting out a breath, Nicholas Croft felt the restlessness in his body beco even more intense. He closed his eyes, pressed his fingers against his temples, shaking his head forcefully, trying to expel the hot restlessness from his body. However, as soon as he opened his eyes, the woman’s lips actively approached.
As he watched the lustrous pink slowly approaching, Nicholas Croft’s blurred vision was entirely occupied by their glistening form, as if sothing had exploded in his brain. The only bit of consciousness left told him to avoid it, yet his body refused to cooperate.
Mmm... a moan, and Hannah Hargrave entirely lunged at Nicholas Croft. Despite his delayed reaction, he turned his head when those rosy lips neared.
The kiss landed on his temple, creating a ticklish sensation, causing Nicholas Croft to clench his teeth. He forcibly suppressed the turmoil in his heart, his large hand lifting Hannah Hargrave from under her armpits, tossing her directly onto the floor.
Amid Hannah Hargrave’s cry of surprise, Nicholas Croft supported himself on the arm of the sofa, stood up, shook his head vigorously, and staggered toward the door of the room.
A cold smile tugging at his lips, he thought his drug wasn’t too severe, and a cold shower should fix it. However, he didn’t know how this woman’s drug would wear off.
"Ugh... Nicholas... it hurts, don’t go..." Through hazy eyes, Hannah Hargrave watched that towering figure grow further away, writhing restlessly on the carpet, sobbing softly.
With a bang, the door closed, and that tall figure disappeared from view.
"Nicholas... ugh..." Her outstretched hand slowly withdrew, and the little bit of consciousness left was overwheld by the discomfort in her body. The restless worms had all gathered there, itching, longing to break free.
In despair, Hannah Hargrave’s whimper reverberated through the room, breaking off intermittently, unbearable yet enchanting...
Exiting Hannah Hargrave’s room, Nicholas Croft pressed one hand on the wall, his lower abdon burning fiercely, his mind gradually clouding as he walked to his room, his steps faltering.
Listening to the intermittent sounds coming from the room behind him, his lips curled up once more. It wasn’t that he was despicable, but rather, everyone has to pay for their actions.
Closing his eyes, he shook his head again. When he reopened them, his blood-red eyes widened, gazing at the door across. As his eyes narrowed, a thought rose in his heart: The mistake the sister made, the younger sister should also bear so responsibility.
His unsteady steps led him across the hall, pounding forcefully on the door of Beatrice Hargrave’s room.
Beatrice Hargrave was sitting on the sofa watching TV. Upon hearing the pounding, she startled, looked back, set aside her chips, and walked over.
Since Nicholas Croft and Hannah Hargrave lived across from her, Beatrice Hargrave did not hesitate and pulled the door open, only to be spun around and pinned against the wall by the person at the door.
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