If her desire wasn’t satisfied in time, there could be dire consequences.
Even so, she didn’t want him to help her.
Did she hate him so much?
Nathaniel smiled bitterly, walked towards her, and attempted to pick her up again.
“Don’t you dare touch me! I’ll kill you!”
Nathaniel stopped in his tracks for a split second. Then he made up his mind and picked her up decisively.
“When you recover, you can do whatever you want.”
Lucinda didn’t have the strength to fight back. She had no choice but to let him carry her to the bathroom.
Nathaniel carefully set her down and then briskly turned on the tap, filling the bathtub with cold water.
Worried that the cold water would shock her fiery hot body, he slowly lowered her into the bathtub. Lucinda was petite, but she was still heavy for him since he was weakened a lot under the influence of the drug; not to mention the fact that he was still injured.
Gritting his teeth, he did his best not to drop her while he slowly lowered her into the tub. Only when the water covered her collarbone did he withdraw his sore, shaking arms.
Lucinda gradually felt the coldness envelope her body. The overwhelming desire subsided after a while, and she gradually drifted off to sleep.
Nathaniel slumped beside the bathtub, waiting with baited breath.
The night before their divorce, he had accused her of drugging him.
Karma was a bitch. Now, the tables were reversed.
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He smiled bitterly. He didn’t expect that retribution would come so soon.
Knowing Lucinda, she wouldn’t let him get away with this.
This was what he deserved.
By the time he came to his senses, Lucinda was fast asleep. He stared at her flushed face quietly, and then his eyes wandered to her soaking wet body. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he gulped.
But he wasn’t the kind of guy that would take advantage of a defenseless, unconscious woman. He took a deep breath to calm himself down and then observed her state from where he sat.
Reaching out to touch her forehead, he found that her skin was still burning hot.
The effect of the cold water was too slow. He had to find another way.
Nathaniel stood up and strode out of the bathroom decisively. He searched the whole house, but he couldn’t find any sedatives nor glucose solutions.
He walked to the garden and shouted, “Abel! Conor! Jose! Come out now!”