Chapter 163 Sobering Up
stella thought she was finally going to get her way with Noel, but the next second, she was thrown moghly on the couch. Noel had braced himself against the hack et the couch and stood up, a mutinous look flashing in his obsidian eyes.
At that moment, the door to the lounge opened, Dartel hraved a sigh of relief when he save Noel inside the lounge. However, he noticed something off about Noel, and he quickgistered Stella sprawled on the couch with her shoulders exposed
Realizing Noel had been drugged, Dariel hurried to hold his arm and keep him upright.
“We have to get you to the hospital now, Mr. Howard.” He then waved his hand to beckon the bodyguards waiting outside the lounge, instructing, “Get her to condes how she dragged Mr. Howard and throw her behind bars
Atter that. Daniel helped Noel out of the lounge. When they were in the rat, he told the driver to head for the hospital.
Noet clenched his fists, his gaze tiery as he bit out, “We can’t go to the hospital.”
You need to get that drug out of your system or you’ll be in danger!” Duriel insided.
“We can’t risk amene knowing I’ve been drugged like this. Word of it will get out,” Noel said. If word did get out, Beckham’s rivals would blow the news out of proportion and drag Seabourke Architectural institute’s reputation through the mud.
After all, Noel wouldn’t have been drugged it he hadict partaken in a dinner engagement for a project.
Daniel understood where Noel was coming from, but the latter might die if they didn’t purge the drug from his system. “At least let me find you someone to help you relieve the drug’s effects. You can’t get through this on sheer willpower alone.”
Noel hissed, “No, just take me back to the Howard residence.”
Whimney leaned against her headboard as she scrolled through architectuer websites. If she couldn’t go to work, she might as well use the time to recuperate.
A yawn escaped her as the clock struckclose to 1:00 pm
she padded into the bathroom before going to bed, but when she stepped out, she was surprised to find her bedroom lights switched off. She was about to turn on the lights when a pair of arms snaked around her waist from behind
She parted her lips to scream, but the person clamped a hand over her mouth. This was followed by a low, gravelly voice rasping in herear, “It’s me
Noel She hadn’t heard the door earlier, which meant he must have come in from the balcony. He even turned off the lights to scare her witless!
Anger flooded Whitney as she turned to shove Noel away. He staggered backward and, losing his footing, fell to the ground
She troze. She knew she wasn’t strong; to him, she probably packed the punch of a mosquito. What was the matter with him?
Whitney hurled to help him up from the ground, but her hand had only just grazed his ana when he pulled her into his embrace, “Hey! What are you doing? I’m trying to help-
she broke off when she saw, with the help of the bathroom lights, the familiar desire burning in Noel’s bloodshot eyes. Her spine stiffened as she scrambled to her Jet She wanted to tum and run, but he had snaked his arm around her waist and hauled her back
The per second, she was dragged over to the bed. She could scent the alcohol watting off his breath, and blind panic seized her. “You had too much to drink, Noel Let go of me right now!”
It was late, and she dared not reise her voice for fear of others hearing her.
“Help nie,” Noel Begged hoarsely,
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“I’ll go make you some soup to sober you up, okay? Let me go,” she negotiated with him, pushing against his shoulders. They were at the Howard residence, for Leaven’s sake, and Elijahe’s bedroom was right across the hall. Noel had some nerve!
“Why would I need soup when I have you?” Noel drawled. He didn’t give her a chance to respond before he pinned her down and brushed bis cool lips against hers.
Whitney’s eyes widened as she struggled under his weight, unaware that her wriggling only sent electric currents running through his veins. She soon felt the evidence of his lust pressing against her stomach, and the realization had her panicking even more.
“Um You” She shuddered as he traced his palin against her waist.
They had only had sex twice, but he was already familiar enough with her body to know what pleased her most. Her defenses went down as she tried to keep herself from moaning, burying her face in the pillow
Noel growled against her neck, his warm berall tickling her earlobe, “Wait for me.” He needed her to wait for him to take care of everything and get rid of the hundles between them.
Hummer, Whitney had no idea what he was talking about. She bit her lower lip so hard she could almost taste blood, and her valce tiembled as she asked, “W-
He did not bother explaining as med her face toward and kissed her hand. Fireworks went off in her head.
When Watney woke up, she found hersell sone all over as the lay in bed. The last thing she wanted to do was move.
Noel was different last night. She didn’t even know when things ended or when he stopped. Heroidy memories were of her lying in bed, pliable and obliging under
Luckily, he had oogh sense to keep from hurting her already injured leg, she hardly had to do anything throughout their beated endeavors, not that he went easy
onber.
There was a click as the bathroom door opened. Noel padded out fully dressed, looking unce again like sussal, untouchable sell
“What are you still doing here?” Whitney demanded, balting upright lied.
