Chapter 180

Marion rushed to help Debra, having no time for Erick. Debra was bloodstained, her face unusually red. He shouted at the maid, “Go fetch the first-aid kit!” The maid hurried off. Upon her return with the kit, Marion snapped at Erick, “Get out!” Erick fled. The maid followed, closing the door behind them.

Marion quickly tended to Debra’s wounds. Debra struggled to maintain composure. “I feel terrible,” she gasped, feeling as if she couldn’t breathe. Her body burned, and her consciousness faded.

“Hang on!” he said, holding her close.

She found solace in his arms, a coolness spreading through her skin. Marion placed her in the bathtub, cold water cascading from the shower. Her thin dress soaked through. Keeping his gaze lowered, Marion focused on wiping her body with a wet towel. Debra’s hands were unusually hot. She grabbed Marion’s wrist, her gaze unfocused.

“Marion, I feel awful,” she said, tears welling. She had never felt so unwell.

“Hang on. It will pass soon,” Marion encouraged.

However, the cold water did little to ease the burning within her. With this handsome man before her, she couldn't resist. She reached out to unbutton his shirt. Marion panicked, catching her hand.

With a hoarse voice, he asked, “Do you know what you’re doing?”

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“Yes, I just want to see it. I won’t do anything,” Debra said, her voice plaintive, though she knew her request was inappropriate.

“Alright, just looking.” Marion undid two buttons, revealing his perfect chest. Debra couldn't look away, reaching out to touch him. Marion stopped her, sounding resigned. “Debra…”

“I just want to touch it,” she said, her voice filled with agony. “Just a touch, nothing else.”

Marion reluctantly released her hand. Debra’s touch, initially innocent, soon wandered, exploring Marion’s chest. Marion grabbed her hand and croaked, “No, this isn’t right.”

“I can’t control myself,” she said, blushing deeply.

Marion realized the drug was more than an aphrodisiac; its effects were stronger, causing her to lose control. Debra’s breathing quickened. Her body, submerged in the cold water, was outlined by her clinging, thin clothes. Tiny beads of sweat formed on her forehead.

With a pleading look, she said, “Help me, please. I’m dying.”