The next morning...
Sunlight streamed into the room through the clear glass. The curtains were not drawn, causing the brightness to disturb the sleep of the petite woman. Praewa shifted to turn to the other side, feeling uncomfortable as if her body was being constricted. Her sleepy eyes slowly opened, and the first thing she saw was the handsome yet devilish face of the young president sleeping soundly in front of her.
Disjointed memories rushed back into her mind. The unusual sensations, the heat, and the vivid images of their passionate encounter made her eyes widen. Her anger surged when she remembered being drugged by Onyx.
With anger, her tiny fist pounded on the chest of the man who was holding her tightly.
Thud!
"Release me this instant! How dare you drug me? Get up, Onyx!"
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