Win My Forsaken Ex-wife Back (Charlotte and Arthur)

Chapter 275 Drug Arthur

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A hint of scarlet colored Arthur’s eyes, and the alcohol pounding in his head only made the world around him feel hazier.

Without warning, he exerted force, pushing Charlotte back onto the bed.

“You!”

Charlotte let out a scream, but in the next instant, her

scream was cut short as his lips crashed onto hers, fierce and unrelenting.

The kiss was with a brutal intensity, possessive and all–consuming, as if he aimed to devour her very essence.

It wasn’t the kind of kiss that set her heart fluttering with excitement. Instead, it was the kind that made her want to bolt.

Charlotte struggled beneath him, but it was no use.

Her strength was nothing compared to his.

With one hand, he pinned her wrists above her head. His kiss traveled from the corner of her lips down to her neck.

Her legs, against her will, wrapped around his waist. The hard buckle of his belt pressed against her soft belly, and despite her panic, she could feel the undeniable change in him, the proof of his desire.

A sharp, stinging pain erupted on her collarbone. He was biting

Chapfer 275 Drug Arthur

Her breath came in short, erratic gasps. She fought with everything she had, but her limbs were growing weak from exhaustion.

her body beginning to betray

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whimpered, her voice trembling

a split second. something in his expression softened just enough for

marks on her fair skin, branding her as if he

around a small bottle. She waited

down. Then, she whipped out the bottle and sprayed its contents directly

filled the air. She quickly covered her own mouth and nose,

His eyes glazed over, losing focus as he collapsed on top of her,

let out a shaky breath, relief washing

waves.

the latest fragrance spray she had

Drug

it on would be

Her

last of her energy, she shoved Arthur off of her and staggered to her feet.

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singularly focused, she

as she stumbled out of the hotel, helping to clear her

call a taxi.

pulled up

“You’re here?”

breathed a sigh of relief, recognizing her friend. “Please, take me to the hospital,”

caught her arm as he peered into her eyes, which flickered with a mix of bewilderment and lucidity. With a voice laced with urgency, he asked, “What’s going on

grandma. Send me to the hospital. I’ll be okay once I see her,” she

“Alright,” Pete replied.

gently guided her into the passenger seat and spun the car around. The engine hummed as they