The Big Shot's Antidote

Seaweed City. The Garden of the Imperial Hotel. The flowers were in full bloom, and the breeze carried the floral fragrance with it. But Ava Hudson was unable to admire its beauty, the scene seeming to suffocate her. Multiple colored lights spilled on the ground as a couple of familiar silhouettes embraced under the tree. “…” The lady’s voice was gentle and soft. Her fair arms were wrapped around his neck as she rested her head on his chest affectionately. The man seemed to have other considerations. After some hesitation, he gently and slowly pushed her away. When Jason Colton looked in Ava Hudson's direction, she quickly hid behind something. She heard Jason say:" Avery, you said you were going to give me a surprise. What is it?" Avery Hudson’s voice was sweet and her tone a little shy as she quietly said, “Jason, I’m pregnant.” At that moment, Ava felt as if she’d been struck by some inexplicable force. Her eyes widened in horror as her face turned pale. “What?!” Jason appeared shocked too. “Brother Jason, I’m pregnant!” Avery threw herself into his arms and hugged him, her face filled with bliss. “I’m carrying our baby. You’ll be a father soon. Are you happy? Jason lowered his head, his expression still stunned, and furrowed his brows slightly. “When was this?” “Just a month ago.” With her body against his, Avery looked up slightly and glanced towards the area Ava was hiding. Her lips curled up, making her appear a little sly. “That day when Sister went for a shoot, and we did it at the window in your house… that time.” A month ago, when she went for a shoot? Ava felt the world spin before her eyes. At the bay window in Jason's house… She used to love lying there to read books. At that thought, she felt her gut churn. Avery said some more, but Ava did not process it. Her mind went blank. A while later, she heard Jason say: Let’s go back. We’ve been out here too long, she’ll get suspicious. When they were done being intimate, they headed back to the living room. Ava was pale as a sheet, as if her heart had been ripped apart. Through those bloodshot, teary eyes, she saw Jason wrap his arm around Avery as they made their way in her direction. Seeing that they were approaching, she ran off in a panic. * Giddy and weak, Ava had no idea if it was because of the alcohol she’d just imbibed. While running, she accidentally bumped into a few big men clad in black. She was just about to apologize when one of them held her tightly: That’s her. We found the person. Take her away! That’s her? Had they gotten the wrong person? Ava struggled for a bit and tried to resist, but she had no energy left in her. She got increasingly giddy and soon her consciousness blurred… The Presidential Suite. The elevator opened. A group of bodyguards and hotel employees escorted a good-looking man out. The man had strong and cold features, and every part of his face was inexplicable perfection. At a height of at least 1.76 meters, his stature and body proportions were better than that of a runway model! He was wearing a tailor-made, fitting suit, with a titanium cuff link that glistened splendidly under the lights. The black suit encased his long legs as he strode elegantly and stopped before a room. A bodyguard then swiftly stepped forward to open the door. The man entered the room, undid his tie and tossed it towards the wardrobe. He was only two steps in when he felt an odd surge of warmth. Then, “click”—the door was locked from the outside. He was a little caught surprised and his brows were knitted. He reached for the knob and pulled it downwards. It didn’t work. The man’s expression darkened, and that was when his cell phone rang. Caller ID: Tristan Gray. He picked up and heard a cheeky male voice from the other end: Dear Brother, you’re back. We specially prepared a gift for you. Have you seen it? Do you like it? A hint of anger spread on his handsome face. He squinted and said coldly: What are you doing? Open the door. “He-he, Dear Brother, just focus on enjoying your beautiful woman. This time I found you one with a tip-top figure, looks, and everything you could think of. You’ll definitely be satisfied! With that, he hung up first. When he tried to return the call, the other end was already not in service. * Aaron Easton stood outside the bathroom with a solemn look. The sound of water could be heard from inside the bathroom. Someone was in there. His lips were distorted at a strange, stiff angle. A moment later, he pushed the door open. Thick clouds of mist escaped through the door. A woman was humming softly behind that white veil of water droplets, over and over again like a little kitten. His feet were rooted. As the mist dispersed, the scene became clearer to him. There was a woman sitting in the bathroom. She had a pretty face, her features exquisite, and her lips were a cherry blossom shade. Her eyes were full of life and seemed to hold an entire galaxy — stunning bright. Even Aaron Easton, who was used to seeing belles and beauties all the time, was in awe for a moment. This was the beautiful lady whom Tristan Gray and the rest gifted him? She was beautiful indeed, but what a pity it was that even the most beautiful of women couldn’t spark his interest. He watched for a brief moment before speaking to her coldly, “Get out of there yourself. I’m giving you one minute to vanish from my room.” The woman slowly looked up. First she knitted her brows ever so slightly, then she looked at him. She reached her hand out. When he did not respond to her, she grabbed his pants. Aaron froze as his muscles tensed. He thought he might puke on the moment or feel an itch through his body. But even a while later, none of that happened. Aaron Easton had the Anti — women disorder called Harem syndrome. Besides his kin, no other woman could get close to him. But at this moment he realized that he actually wasn’t repulsed by this woman. His body wasn’t displaying any sort of unpleasant effects. Aaron Easton lowered his head and looked at her. In the depths of his eyes were a hint of surprise. Before he figured his thoughts out, the woman had already gotten off the floor and wrapped her arms around his neck. She tiptoed slightly and gave him a peck on his cool lips. She looked up at him with those wide, soulful eyes and said, “Help me.”