Housewife Gone Wild

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Chapter 602

“Edward, I think I was drugged. I feel awful. Please, take me to the hospital.” I clung to his arm, my voice desperate. “I drank something I shouldn’t have at a tea house…”

Edward stared at me in shock, clearly having no idea how to handle someone who’d just been drugged.

“I need to change clothes first… then take me to the hospital.” I staggered toward the bedroom, all I wanted was to survive.

I went into the closet, opened the wardrobe, and took out a sweater.

But my body started acting up again—that sensation like a thousand ants crawling under my skin slowed me down.

I pulled the sweater over my head…

Just then, someone came up behind me.

He just took the sweater from me.

I held my breath, didn’t dare to turn around.

But instead, he reached out and put the sweater over my neck–then suddenly stopped.

Then he started rifling through my closets, and finally pulled out a light blue bra. My mind was so foggy I barely registered what was happening as he helped me into it, hooking it at the back…

Only then did he gently tug the sweater down over my head.

I just stared at him, totally dumbfounded.

‘Figures, he’s been married before… I thought.

a pair of pants and a jacket for me, his voice husky as he said,

left the

dare stop for a second. I sat down on the edge of the bed, hurriedly changed,

this to you?” Edward’s voice was laced

He picked me up and set me on top of

get

tea house called ‘Always

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cabinet, pulled out a pair of flats, and slipped them

I looked at him and found him

must be the hormones messing with me, I

and said, “Come on, I’ll

just wearing a black turtleneck sweater, and

door shut behind us as the elevator descended. He helped me

next to me.

The car started moving.

was breathing hard, needing

better.

this restless urge inside me, making me want

my hand and held it tightly

over, saying I’d been dosed with two different drugs–no wonder it felt like a swarm of ants was eating me alive. He asked who I’d pissed off

me in, and if I needed him to call the

said I’d report it myself—it had nothing to do with the guy who brought me here.

an IV and some meds to calm me down, I was feeling pretty out of it. They moved me to a

the whole time, never leaving. I lay there, weak as a kitten, watching him step out every now and then to make phone calls. When he came back, his face was stone–cold, his eyes