Housewife Gone Wild

Loose 602

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.

for me, his voice husky as he said, “I’ll wait for

left the

I sat down on the edge of the bed, hurriedly changed,

you?” Edward’s voice

me up and set me on top

you get drugged?”

tea house called

11:54 Thu, Sep 11

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opened the shoe cabinet, pulled out a pair of flats, and slipped them onto my feet. The whole thing was so intimate

looked at him and found him strangely

must be the hormones

around and said, “Come on, I’ll

back. He’d already taken off his jacket, just wearing

descended. He helped me into the back seat of his car, then

next to me.

The car started moving.

my mouth felt parched and I was breathing hard, needing to take deep breaths just

better.

course, my fingers were trembling too, and there was this restless urge inside

my hand and held it tightly

straight into the ER. The doctor was grumbling and cursing under his breath as he checked me 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 to get hit with

also wanted to know who the guy was that brought me in, and

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

to calm me down, I was feeling pretty out of it. They moved

now and then to make phone calls. When he came