Chapter 18 She Rubbed Against His Knee
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Amelia paid the cab driver and turned toward her current place of residence. However, just as she rounded the corner, someone covered her nose and mouth. She struggled briefly before she heard Timothy’s voice
“What did I tell you last time? If you made Milly angry again, I’d throw you to a group of men. This time, I won’t bother sharing you with others. Felix’s been dying to have you. Get ready, his tricks in bed are wild. I doubt you’ll handle it.”
In her dazed state, Amelia was forced to drink half a bottle of liquid. She had no idea what it was, but her body instantly burned with heat and the world around her blurred into chaos.
One thought surfaced in her mind. If she survived this, she would make Timothy pay! She was thrown into a car, her head hitting something hard. The sharp pain brought a fleeting moment of clarity, but the dizziness soon returned, stronger than before.
The car stopped at a luxurious hotel. Amelia was dragged into a room and dumped onto the bed. Both Felix and Timothy were Nolan’s close friends.
Timothy had been infatuated with Milly for a long time, while Felix had been itching to get his hands on Amelia.
When Timothy called Felix earlier that night, Felix assumed it was a joke but Timothy had really delivered Amelia to him.
The two men stood at the bedside, staring at the dazed Amelia. Heat coursed through Felix, pooling in his lower body. “Timothy, are you sure Nolan won’t get mad if I sleep with her?”
Timothy sneered and pulled out his phone, dialing Nolan’s number.
The call connected quickly. “Timothy, what’s up?”
“Nolan, Felix says he’s interested in Amelia. If he takes her to bed, you won’t be angry right?”
“Of course not. I’m sick of that woman anyway.”
Timothy was satisfied. He smirked as he glanced at the semi–conscious Amelia on the bed. “Good to know. We’re still close friends, after all.” Ending the call, he patted Felix’s shoulder.
“He said he’s fine with it. Have fun, make sure to take plenty of photos and videos. By tomorrow, I want her humiliation to spread across Solandis!‘
Felix could hardly wait. He waved Timothy off eagerly. “Don’t worry, I’ll take lots. Just don’t come looking for me until tomorrow afternoon!”
It seemed that one night wasn’t enough for him. He wanted to keep her for the whole day. Once the door shut, Felix dove toward the bed. “Amelia, I’ve finally got you!”
Amelia saw a shadow lunging at her and grabbed the bedside lamp, smashing it with all her strength.
Felix hadn’t expected her to have any fight left. The sharp edge of the lamp struck his forehead, drawing blood. “You’re looking to die!” He raised his hands and slapped her hand.
Amelia’s face snapped to the side, the sting jolted her into a moment of clarity. With blood at the corner of her mouth, she summoned all her strength, grabbed the lamp again, and smashed it down on Felix.
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Chapter 18 She Rubbed Against His knee.
Years of indulgence had weakened Felix’s body. The first hit had already drained him, and now, with another blow, he collapsed into the bed, unconscious.
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Dizzy and unsteady, Amelia got off the bed. Seeing the shattered remains of the lamp, she picked up a sharp piece of glass. Even as her palm bled, she gripped it tighter, using the pain to stay conscious.
She quickly tidied her clothes, grabbed her phone, and dialed a number. The drug’s effects were overwhelming. Even when she briefly regained consciousness, it only lasted seconds.
She had no idea who she had called. Maybe Lily, Dylan, or Nathan. When the call connected, she slurred out the hotel address before staggering toward the door. Her vision blurred like a swaying ink painting.
By the time she reached a corner of the hotel’s first floor, the heat surged through her again. She felt like tearing all her clothes off.
A sound of wheels approached, followed by a calm, clear voice, “Can you still walk?”
Amelia looked up, struggling to focus on the face before her. Realizing it was Dylan, she instinctively stepped back, but her rationality collapsed entirely.
So hot. Her body felt like a parched desert, desperate for even the faintest hint of coolness or relief. She didn’t know how she ended up in the room.
Her hands moved restlessly, grasping at her surroundings. Dylan’s wheelchair, made of luxurious materials, was smooth and cool to the touch.
Slumping by the bedside, her face burned with heat. Her fingers brushed against the fabric of his trousers, icy against her skin like a drowning person clutching a lifeline.
Dylan remained motionless in his wheelchair, watching her with an unreadable expression. She rubbed herself against his knee, desperate and instinctive, like a cat in heat seeking comfort.
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