A Night of Desire-Chapter 28: Suddenly, the Whole World Was Quiet

Seth Quinn dragged her into the bathroom again for a cold shower.

This went on back and forth several times. By the end, not only was Clara Grant sneezing uncontrollably, but Seth Quinn was also utterly exhausted.

When Clara Grant clung to him again, he finally couldn’t take it anymore and growled, "Clara Grant, if you keep this up, do you believe I’ll actually devour you?"

But that was all talk. How could he possibly give her such a golden opportunity—an excuse to keep clinging to him?

So after his outburst, he lifted a hand and, before Clara Grant could react, brought it down in a sharp chop to the back of her neck.

Instantly, Clara Grant’s body went limp, and she collapsed onto the bed, out cold.

And just like that, the world fell silent.

’The drug’s effects were temporary anyway. After a certain amount of time, it would wear off on its own. Rather than this endless struggle, which would only get her sick and wear me out, it’s better to take a simple, crude, one-and-done approach.’

’Maybe by the time she wakes up, the drug’s effects will be gone.’ 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Gazing at the unconscious Clara Grant on the bed, Seth Quinn pulled the covers over her. He stood by the bed and watched her, his brows furrowed.

Seth Quinn himself was confused. If he was so prejudiced against her, so disgusted by her actions that he’d rather endure his body’s intense reaction and knock her unconscious than touch her, then why had he meddled and rescued her? Why had he brought her back here at all?

...

The next day, Clara Grant slowly stirred, her eyes fluttering open.

Everything was unfamiliar.

Her brows knitted together, her eyes full of confusion. She tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through the back of her neck.

"Ah!" she cried out softly in pain. She reached up to rub the spot, and only when the ache subsided did she manage to sit up.

As she did, the covers slipped down. Clara Grant glanced down at herself and let out another soft cry—this time not from pain, but from shock.

She... she was completely naked!

Clara Grant instantly clutched the blanket with both hands, pulling it tight to cover her exposed body as her head whipped around, scanning the room.

There was no one else in the bed. In fact, the entire room seemed to be empty.

’This looks like a hotel... Why am I lying naked in a strange hotel room?’

Clara Grant’s frown deepened as she desperately tried to recall what had happened.

But her memory gave out shortly after she drank that glass of wine from President Lee at the entrance of The Tuberose.

She remembered feeling unwell after drinking the wine. ’That’s right,’ she thought, ’I was sure it had been drugged!’

The thought sent a jolt of terror through Clara Grant. ’Don’t tell me that fat bastard dragged me to a hotel and...’

’No, that’s not right. I think I remember... In my last moments of consciousness, though it’s a blur, I have a vague impression of another man snatching me away from President Lee!’

She couldn’t remember the man’s face, and she had no memory of anything that happened after that.

’Don’t tell me something happened with the man who saved me...’ Huddled under the covers, Clara Grant’s trembling hands went to hug herself, but she flinched at a slight pain on her arm.

She instinctively looked down. Several angry scratches stood out on her arm. It wasn’t just her arm, either—there were more on her chest.

Clara Grant’s shoulders slumped in defeat. The hotel bed, the scratches covering her naked body, the soreness in her neck... no matter how she looked at it, all signs pointed to her having gone through a fierce "battle in the sheets" last night.