Are You Feeling More Awake Now?
1378 Words
"President Hayes," Shaun's men followed him into the room.
"Get out!" he ordered coldly.
His subordinates froze for a moment but didn't dare hesitate. They quickly left the room.
A few people outside let out a sigh of relief. They had finally found her. Heaven knew how terrifying he had looked just moments ago.
Shaun's eyes burned with intensity as he looked at the person huddled in the corner.
He took one step at a time towards her, then knelt down on one knee in front of her.
Elena was curled up in the corner. Hearing the sound, she lifted her head warily. She was holding a shard of a broken vase, and her hand was covered in blood.
Seeing it was Shaun, her wariness slowly faded, and the piece fell to the ground.
Her voice trembled as if she was trying to suppress something.
"Hayes... Uncle Shaun."
Her face was flushed deeply, and her naturally alluring eyes shimmered with a watery glow, making her look even more enchanting.
His heart gave a slight tremor.
He pressed his lips together and said, "I'll carry you out of here."
His hand had just touched Elena.
Her body trembled uncontrollably, her voice hoarse.
"Don't touch me."
Shaun didn't understand, but he instinctively let go of his hand.
Elena's eyes grew darker, and she said in a raspy voice,
"It's too late."
Too late?
Too late for what?
Shaun hadn't figured it out yet.
Suddenly, she threw herself at him.
He instinctively caught her.
Thud.
Elena pushed him to the ground.
"Elena..." Shaun felt something was wrong and was about to say something.
Suddenly, the girl leaned down, her soft lips pressing tightly against his.
Shaun's pupils contracted, and he forgot how to speak.
She instinctively sought warmth, like a small animal, drawing in the comfort she craved.
Shaun's eyes darkened.
This woman, did she know what she was doing?
"President Hayes! What's going on? It sounded like there was some noise!"
Someone rushed in from the doorway, looking tense.
Then, they saw Elena pinning Shaun to the ground. Their usually cold and domineering president was lying there, looking surprisingly vulnerable.
This...
This...
So, President Hayes' preference was actually like this?
If the suitors in Heavenly Capital City, who were all trying to act gentle and virtuous, knew about this, they would probably be spitting blood in anger.
"I'm... I'm sorry, President Hayes. I didn't see anything," the person stammered, trying to leave quickly.
Shaun grabbed Elena's flailing hand, his voice filled with anger.
"Didn't see anything? Can't you tell something's wrong with her? Go get a doctor! And interrogate that guy named Donahue Olson!"
Huh... what?
The person looked at Elena again and finally noticed something was indeed off. She looked so alluring, it was as if she had been drugged...
Shaun wanted to take a closer look.
He sat up and pressed her head against his chest, shielding her overly seductive face from the prying eyes of others.
"Get out of here, now!" Shaun shouted angrily.
"Y-yes, sir."
The person didn't dare to look any longer and hurried away.
In his arms, Elena kept twisting, her hands desperately trying to explore more.
Shaun felt a strange sensation stirring within him.
Using all his willpower, he lifted her and carried her into the inner room.
He didn't want anyone else to see her in this state.
Outside, someone was naturally there to interrogate Donahue.
When Shaun had come in, the person calling for help wasn't Elena, but Donahue.
Before losing her sanity, Elena had already tied Donahue up tightly with a sturdy rope. Thus, she could hold on until he came to rescue her.
The drug in Elena's system was definitely administered by Donahue.
She, nestled in his arms, continued to tease him desperately.
Shaun looked down at her, his voice deep and steady.
"Elena, be good."
He knew very well that the girl had no real affection for him; her actions were merely the result of the drug.
Though she was unaware, his heart shamefully wavered.
After all, she was still, in name, his nephew's fiancée...
Shaun narrowed his eyes, feeling for the first time that the existence of that marriage contract was truly a thorn in his side.
Elena had already lost her senses.
He couldn't bear to use force on her, so he simply held her hand tighter.
"President Hayes, we've got the information," someone quickly entered the room. "It was Donahue who drugged Miss Miller. Experts have examined her, and there's no antidote for this drug. She'll have to endure it on her own."
"I understand," Shaun's eyes darkened further.
"The hotel staff called the police. They don't know how to handle the situation," someone reported.
Shaun let out a cold laugh.
"The police? Well, that saves me some time. Go and tell them everything Donahue has done. I don't want to see him ever again."
"Understood."
Shaun gave him a sharp look.
"The hotel is also to blame for what he did. If they don't want to run their business properly, then they shouldn't run it at all. Got it?"
"Got it," the subordinate replied, feeling a chill run down his spine.
He quickly left the room, making sure to close the door quietly behind him so no one would disturb Shaun and Elena.
"Uncle Shaun..." Elena murmured, twisting in his arms.
Her lips were a deep red, and her eyes were seductive, like a snake that had been enchanting for centuries.
Shaun felt his mouth go dry.
Without a word, he lifted Elena into his arms.
Elena continued to press her red lips against his face, trying to get closer to him.
Shaun held her hand tightly, wary of any sudden moves she might make.
The journey to the bathroom was incredibly difficult.
Finally reaching the bathroom, he carefully placed her into the bathtub, his patience wearing thin.
Before Elena could get up, he turned on the cold water, letting it flow over her head.
The shock of the cold water made her freeze.
She stopped struggling, her whole demeanor turning blank and slightly dazed, with an unexpected touch of innocence.
Shaun looked at Elena, her clothes now clinging to her body from the water.
His voice was slightly hoarse.
"Are you awake now?"
Elena glanced up at him.
After a moment, she softly called out,
"Uncle Shaun."
Then, she collapsed backward.
His heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively caught her in his arms.
The young girl had fainted.
Her once rosy cheeks had turned pale.
Her eyes were tightly shut, and her lips were ashen, a stark contrast to her previously vibrant appearance.
Shaun pressed his lips together, holding her a bit tighter.
He didn't know why.
His heart was filled with uncontrollable restlessness, crashing around inside him like a storm.
"Uncle Shaun..."
The sweet, soft calls echoed in his mind like a spell, replaying over and over again.
He couldn't help but reach out, gently placing his hand on the girl's brow, wanting to smooth away all her worries.
But as soon as his hand touched her brow, Shaun jerked it back as if he'd been shocked.
A flicker of panic flashed in his eyes.
What... what was he doing?
Elena was his junior! How could he...
He almost fled the hotel room in a panic.
At the door, a servant from the Hayes Family was already standing guard.
Seeing his pale face, the servant couldn't help but ask,
"Young Master, is everything alright?"
Shaun pressed his lips together.
"Go in and help Miss Miller change her clothes, then take her home."
"Yes, sir."
The servant didn't dare ask more questions and simply complied.
He glanced back at the girl sleeping soundly on the bed, but the restlessness in his heart only grew stronger.
There was a fire in his heart, but he couldn't find a way to let it out.
Shaun lowered his gaze, his voice chilling.
"Where is Donahue? I need to see him."
The thought that if he didn't show up, Elena's captivating charm might be witnessed by this man filled Shaun with a murderous impulse.
He had always been someone who followed his heart.
If Donahue made him unhappy, then he would have to face the consequences.
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