Chapter 335
The night was as dark as ink.
Yet the entire city remained brilliantly lit.
As if it would never sleep.
Adrian Sinclair leaned back on the sofa.
Something was churning violently in his chest.
It felt like it was about to burst out.
His entire body was unusually feverish.
He groaned.
Loosened his tie.
Undid the top button of his black shirt.
But the restlessness did not subside at all.
Frowning, Adrian stood up.
He walked straight to the bathroom.
The door was suddenly pushed open.
A figure in white slipped inside.
He leaned against the wall, squinting.
But his vision was completely blurred.
"Adrian, what's wrong?"
A soft hand lightly touched his wrist.
It sent a shiver through him.
A familiar fragrance.
A pure white dress.
Was it her?
Adrian let her support him.
His gaze locked onto her face.
"Weren't you with Lucas Evans?"
His voice was low and hoarse from restraint.
Chloe Valentine secretly bit her lip.
He was still thinking about that woman at a time like this.
But she had deliberately changed into a white dress.
Used the same perfume as Anna Ross.
The drug had already taken effect.
She didn't mind becoming his woman as a substitute.
"Adrian, you've had too much to drink."
She said softly.
Her fingers already reaching for his collar.
Deliberately brushing against his exposed skin.
Adrian closed his eyes, fighting the turmoil inside.
Chloe unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time.
She intentionally breathed warm air onto his chest.
Just as she touched the last button.
A strong, large hand suddenly grabbed hers.
Her face changed instantly.
Had she been discovered?
Adrian leaned down and gripped her waist.
With a slight force, he pressed her into the bed.
Chloe's heart pounded like a drum.
Her cheeks flushed unconsciously.
Yet she still gazed expectantly at the man above her.
This perfect man.
Was finally going to be hers.
She smiled and lifted her head for a kiss.
But the man pressed her down firmly.
He whispered close to her ear.
"Do you think imitating her will make you become her?"
Chloe's pupils constricted violently.
She didn't dare meet his eyes anymore.
How did he see through it?
Was the drug not strong enough?
A long time passed.
The man on top of her showed no further movement.
She cautiously glanced sideways.
Adrian had unknowingly fallen into a deep sleep beside her.
"Adrian?"
Chloe called out softly twice.
Only even breathing answered her.
Furious, she clenched the bedsheet.
She was so close.
Just a little more and she would have succeeded.
Tears slid from the corners of her eyes.
She gently pushed the man away.
Sitting alone by the bed in a daze.
What exactly was wrong with her, Chloe Valentine?
Moreover, she was his fiancée.
Yet he wouldn't even touch her?
Adrian Sinclair.
You are truly heartless.
Can you really not see my sincerity after all this time?
The night breeze gently brushed the window curtains.
The pure white curtains fluttered incessantly.
The next morning.
Sophia Roscente walked out of the room with Cecilia Roscente.
She yawned and complained.
"Mom, sister left way too early last night."
"I looked for her for a long time."
Cecilia chuckled lightly.
"Perhaps she had something urgent."
"Aren't you going to see her today?"
Sophia nodded.
"Yes."
"I've missed her so much."
"These days since returning."