Chapter 617
Meanwhile, Andrew neither knew nor cared whether Simon was alive or dead. He was too preoccupied with Francesca, who had completely lost her mind.
“Let go of me! Please, I need you! I’m going to die if you don’t help me–please!” Francesca cried out.
Her flushed, naked body squirmed helplessly as Andrew had her bound and placed inside a large tub of ice water to reduce the intense heat radiating from within.
The icy water helped cool her down temporarily, but it was only a surface-level solution. The powerful drug, Enthralling Essence, was still wreaking havoc on her organs, tearing through her from the inside. If she did not find relief soon, she might not survive the night.
“Fran, calm down,” Andrew said firmly, gripping her shoulders to keep her from thrashing. “I’m working on it. I promise I’ll save you!”
His mind raced as he searched for a way to neutralize the effects of the drug. Simon had gone too far. Enthralling Essence was not a substance anyone used lightly–it was exponentially stronger than regular aphrodisiacs. Even animals exposed to it could go into a dangerous frenzy.
As Andrew pondered, he made the mistake of loosening his grip for a split second. Francesca suddenly broke free, lunging out of the ice water and wrapping herself tightly around him.
Her soft, overheated body pressed against him as she locked her arms around his waist and captured his lips with a feverish kiss.
Andrew tensed but held back from using force to push her off, fearing he might accidentally hurt her. He was caught in a dilemma.
“Andrew… please, I’m begging you,” Francesca whispered, her tears mixing with her desperate kisses. “Don’t hold back anymore. I need you–help me!”
She sobbed as she clung to him, overwhelmed by the sensation of what felt like thousands of tiny ants crawling and gnawing inside her body. The shame and embarrassment had long faded – she just wanted Andrew to end her torment.
“Fran, I can’t,” Andrew replied, turning his head away. “If I do that with you, what happens afterward? What would this mean for us?”
“I want to be your woman, Andrew,” Francesca whispered softly. “I’m not afraid. Let this be the moment–it’s what I want.”
“Do you even know how I feel about you?” she continued, her voice trembling with emotion. “I… I like you, Andrew. Just like Lauren does. I want to be with you. Please don’t push me away, I’m willing.”
She grabbed his hand and guided it over her body as her legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
Andrew felt a wave of frustration and temptation rising within him. Any man in his position would have struggled to resist, and Francesca was undeniably a stunning woman.
Her figure was breathtaking, her skin radiant with an alluring flush, and her innocent, teary eyes brimmed with an irresistible mix of purity and desire.
His mind screamed at him to give in. The voice in his head roared louder with each passing second, ‘Take her! Claim her now!’
Several times, Andrew nearly lost control. However, each time, he forced himself to stop. He reminded himself that Francesca was not acting of her own free will–at least not entirely.
Though she had opened her heart to him, the drug was still influencing her. He refused to take advantage of her in such a vulnerable state.
Then, there was Lauren. Andrew knew that if he gave in to Francesca now, he would never be able to face Lauren again. He could not betray her like that.
With an iron will, Andrew shook his head and spoke firmly. “Fran, I can’t. I’m sorry. I won’t do that to you. I’ll find another way to help you. Just hang in there a little longer. Trust me.”