Chapter 541 Disgusted to the Point of Vomiting
"Go away." Finnegan stumbled to avoid Niamh and fell to the ground.
A bit embarrassing.
He was really bullied due to his blindness.
Finnegan's anger flared up. He didn't care that Niamh was a woman anymore. He grabbed a nearby stool and, relying on his senses, swung it toward Niamh.
This sudden outburst of rage scared Niamh quite a bit.
She instinctively dodged, and the stool crashed at her feet with a loud bang, making her heart skip a beat. Instinctively, she blurted out, "Finnegan, do you hate me that much? I saved your life, you know. If it weren't for me, you'd be dead in that car accident."
Finnegan groped his way to the bed, holding onto the edge to slowly stand up. The movements had torn his wounds, causing a burning pain all over.
It was precisely this pain that helped alleviate the desire brought on by the drugs in his system.
Finnegan's tone was icy. "Besides these despicable tricks, what else can you do?"
Hearing this, Niamh was taken aback and exclaimed, "You didn't lose your memory? You were lying to me?"
Finnegan said nothing. He gripped the edge of the bed tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging. He even used all his strength, trying to tear his wounds open to use the pain to stimulate his nerves and stay calm.
Niamh, humiliated and furious, said, "Finnegan, you've taken the strongest drug. I'm your antidote. Unless you want to die here, you can endure for a minute, two minutes, but I don't believe you can hold out. When your blood vessels burst and you lose your mind, you'll still be at my mercy and begging me."
As soon as Niamh finished speaking, Finnegan truly vomited.
Wiping the corner of his mouth, Finnegan said expressionlessly, "I'm really disgusted. You better stay away from me, or I'll throw up on you."
These words were like a slap on Niamh's face.
She let out a low, frustrated roar. "Finnegan, am I really worse than Ophelia? You should have married me."
Finnegan didn't argue with Niamh, clenching his teeth.
But the drug was too strong. Finnegan was sweating all over, unbearably hot, his body completely out of control, his limbs weak. He eventually collapsed onto the bed, limp and powerless.
Niamh watched from the side, waiting for the drug to continue taking effect in Finnegan's body. The doctor had said that ten minutes after the drug took effect would be the strongest moment, and no amount of willpower could resist it.
The drug was destroying Finnegan's willpower, and images of him entwined with Ophelia filled his mind, his desire growing stronger.
"Finnegan, stop struggling. Give up." Niamh's desire grew stronger as she saw Finnegan lying on the bed in pain.
Niamh lay down beside Finnegan, reaching out to stroke his chest, and said with a smug smile, "Be good. I'll make you feel good and comfortable. My body is better than Ophelia's. You'll like it. Even if you don't, it doesn't matter. Sleeping with the person you hate the most will disgust you for the rest of your life. If I can't have you, I'll make sure you're disgusted."
"You lunatic." Finnegan used the last of his strength to push Niamh's hand away.
"I'm a lunatic, driven mad by you two," Niamh screamed. "You and Ophelia pushed me to the edge. Jesse betrayed me, and sold my company. I have nothing left. What do I have to fear? If I can be with you in the end, I won't have any regrets."
With that, Niamh became particularly frenzied.
Her hands went to pull down Finnegan's pants, and the drugged Finnegan became a lamb to the slaughter.
Finnegan jabbed at his wound hard, the intense pain clearing his mind a bit. He grabbed Niamh's neck. "Go die."
Niamh wasn't afraid because she could feel that Finnegan had no strength. Even his grip on her neck was weak.
Moreover, Finnegan couldn't hold on for more than a few seconds before collapsing again. He hated this feeling of his body being out of control.
Seeing Finnegan collapse on the bed again, Niamh laughed smugly, "Finnegan, be my man. I've wanted this for a long time."
Finnegan remained silent.
'Those lines should be a man's, right?' he thought.