The Betrayed Heiress's Second Comeback-Chapter 63: Ch : Am I drugged?

Was it my imagination...or was my body feeling a little weird right now? Walking was getting a little difficult for me and my feet felt unsteady.

My knees buckled once, forcing me to grab the wall just to keep myself upright.

"Miss, are you alright? Do you need my help?"

A waiter came close to me to check up on me, but I immediately pushed myself back to my feet and avoided the waiter’s hands.

I took two shaky steps backward, desperate to keep distance.

"I am fine. I do not need your help."

I told the waiter and he immediately tried to make me change my mind. He leaned in again, ignoring every verbal cue I gave him.

"Miss, I am not sure if you know, but you look sick. Here, let me help you out. I promise I will make it worth your while and also—"

The waiter reached for me and despite my insistence, he kept walking close to me until he was standing right in front of me. I looked up, only to see the waiter’s eyes sparkling in a weird way.

His fingers twitched at his sides, like he was impatient to grab me.

’This is not good. I need to—’

Before the waiter could touch me or I could cause a scene, an arm wrapped around my middle and a familiar scent reached my nose.

A firm pull yanked me safely backward, my body collapsing against a solid chest.

"I will take over things from here. You are free to go now."

Damian’s presence made me calm down and I immediately clung to him. My eyes were heavy as I tried to open them, but I did so in order to see the sour look the waiter sent Damian.

The waiter’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t dare take another step forward.

"I-I...but that..."

The waiter looked speechless as he looked from me to Damian and then back. Something immediately shifted in his eyes and he took a step back.

His confidence evaporated instantly, leaving behind nothing but fear and frustration.

Damian’s hold did not lighten on me even when the waiter left, and I also glued to him, not wanting to let go of him. My fingers curled into his shirt, desperate to anchor myself to something stable.

My body and mind felt light and floaty, almost as if I could not keep a hold of myself any longer.

A wave of heat rushed through my spine, making my breath stutter.

Now it was clear that something was majorly wrong with my body and it had little to do with my health.

My legs wobbled again, and Damian’s grip tightened around my waist to keep me steady.

"W-What is going on..."

I asked Damian and he let out a frustrated sigh as he held my boneless form. I was not sure what Damian was frustrated about, but it did not feel good to have him be frustrated like this.

His thumb rubbed soothing circles on my arm—even in frustration, he handled me gently.

My feelings must have shown on my face because Damian’s eyes immediately softened when he looked at me next. His expression shifted from tension to something almost tender.

"I am sorry. I was a little too excited to come here and I forgot to tell the manager to tone down the ’special’ scent this restaurant is known for. I have a high tolerance for this stuff, so I was not that affected by it. But you, on the other hand..."

I could only understand half of what Damian was telling me. It seemed as if this restaurant used certain stimulating smells that were affecting me.

My cheeks grew hot as I realized what that meant — and why my body was reacting like this.

"Don’t worry. I have asked the restaurant to tone it down in our section and to air the place out as well. It should be fine in about 10 minutes."

Damian assured me but that did not do anything to help my current situation.

Ten minutes felt impossibly long when every second made my body feel hotter.

Somehow, knowing that I was half-dragged made my body lose control even faster. My legs refused to budge even an inch, causing Damian to pull me into his arms and drag me along.

My head fell against his shoulder, and he adjusted his grip instantly, lifting more of my weight.

A worker quickly noticed us and decided to approach us. Her heels clicked aggressively, like she wanted to make her presence known.

"Sir, what can we help you with?"

She tried to touch Damian’s arms and flutter her eyes as she asked her question. Even in this situation, she was trying to take advantage of Damian.

Her hand hovered too close to him, and irritation sparked through me despite my dazed state.

’Ugh, she’s lucky I cannot move right now. Otherwise, I would have surely taught her a lesson.’

I let out another groan of pain as my body twitched and that caused Damian to immediately pull his arm back before he could be touched anymore.

His stance stiffened, and he positioned himself between me and her without hesitation.

"Show me to a room, quickly. My partner needs to rest for some time while our section is getting aired out."

Damian’s rejection was clear and the waitress quickly noticed and pulled back immediately.

Her smile faltered, and she took a fast step backward, bowing her head.

"I understand. Please follow after me."

The female gave me a few looks filled with jealousy but I had no time to pay attention to her when I felt like I was about to melt.

My breathing turned shallow, and Damian adjusted his hold to keep me from slipping.

"Please let me know if you need anything—"

Damian slammed the door shut before he locked it and helped me sit on the bed. The soft sheets made me feel just a little bit better...before things started to get worse.

The moment my body relaxed onto the mattress, another wave of heat shot through me uncontrollably. My underwear felt uncomfortable and I needed it off. I was not even thinking properly of what I was doing or where I was.

My fingers brushed against the wet and sticky piece of cloth before I felt a wave of relief and pleasure filling me. I needed more...

My fingers slipped inside my wet underwear and found my clit before I pinched it. And immediately, a wave of pleasure assaulted my senses once more.

"J-Jenna, what are you doing?"

Damian asked me and only once did he watch me with an almost flushed and hungry face. I had a feeling that I was about to be eaten alive...

But somehow, I could not bring myself to care a single bit.