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Chapter 251 Am I Wrong to Help You?

“No, it wasn’t mel Elizabeth denied immediately. “How could I do something like that? I don’t even have the ability! Mr. Ellison, you can’t accuse me unfairly!”

“Oh? It wasn’t you? Then why are you here? Hmm?TM

“I… I saw you were drunk, so I wanted to take care of you, and then… then….”

David’s deep, piercing gaze stayed locked on her, sharp as a blade, cutting through her words. She stammered, barely able to speak.

She forced herself to continue. “I realized you were burning up and knew right away–you must have been drugged. So I… I was willing to offer myself to you…. After all, this isn’t our first time. Mr. Ellison! I just wanted to save you! I swear I didn’t drug you–it has nothing to do with me! You should remember, I only showed up after you finished eating… Before that, I wasn’t even with you. How could I have done it? It must have been someone at that dinner party. Someone must’ve set this up, trying to push a woman onto you! Mr. Ellison, I was just trying to help. I never meant to hurt you! You remember the first time… you were like this then, too…”

“Enough.” David interrupted, his voice cold.

Elizabeth sobbed. “I just wanted to help you. Is that so wrong? After everything I’ve done, you still treat me like this…. Mr. Ellison, does my devotion mean nothing to you? Do I mean nothing to you?”

She suddenly flipped the script, playing the victim–locking pitiful, eyes brimming with tears that spilled down her checks.

Her crying rang in David’s ears, nothing but noise.

By now, the pain had completely overridden the drug’s effects.

Blood was still flowing.

of the wound soon… he might lose too much

had no intention of stopping the bleeding. He let it

it hurt, the clearer his

Elizabeth said softly. “Your wound is too deep. Let

She reached toward himn.

you are,” David ordered, stopping her

“But-

darkened. “And put your

before him, he

frozen. “Mr. Ellison, you’re kicking me out? But

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won’t say it

flinched, trembling in

#Finished

“Mr. Ellison, what difference does it make if you touch me? You’d rather suffer this much–lose this much blood… Is it worth

her plan

yet? It was all

on the floor, leaning against the bed,

really worth it? I don’t

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