Chapter 403 Sweet Kiss
<Chapter>Chapter 403 Sweet Kiss</Chapter>
Mr. Thomas collapsed to the ground, unconscious and devoid of any remaining strength to plead for mercy.
Steven gazed down at the girl before him, a fragile figure with tear-streaked cheeks. With a gentle tug, he adjusted her dress through the folds of his coat.
"Mr. Medici..." Abigail's voice trembled, her face flushed with tears. One hand clung to his clothing, as if terrified he might leave her.
"Have no fear, I'm here," Steven reassured her, lifting her tenderly into his arms.
Abigail responded weakly, her arms encircling his neck as she sobbed softly into his chest.
This was the first time a girl had wept so close to him, and Steven felt an invisible hand squeezing his heart. The sensation was uncomfortable, and he berated himself for his lack of vigilance.
"It's so hot... I feel terrible," Abigail murmured, her face as red as a ripe apple.
Cradling her, Steven stepped into the elevator. "Just hold on a bit longer. The doctor will be here soon."
Abigail nestled into his neck, bearing her discomfort with a quiet strength.
"Abi," Steven's voice was strained, filled with suppressed emotion. Her warm breath against his neck was both unsettling and alluring.
"I can't bear it, Mr. Medici..." Abigail's face rubbed against his, her soft lips grazing his skin and the edge of his ear.
Steven's breath hitched. "Try to be strong," he urged her.
"I'm really not well..." Abigail mumbled, her words slightly slurred.
"I know," Steven replied, his voice laced with concern.
From the moment he had burst into the guest room, he knew she had been drugged. With considerable effort, he managed to guide her to the garage and into the back seat of his car. But as he attempted to pull away, Abigail clung to him, her plea soft but insistent. "Don't go..."
"I'll be right here," Steven reassured her, gently prying her small hand from his sleeve, trying to soothe her.
"Mr. Medici, please don't leave..." Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears and a hint of longing. She clutched his shirt, whimpering softly, her expression almost playful.
Despite his numerous attempts to calm her, nothing seemed to work. With no other option, Steven cradled her in his arms and hailed a cab. He gave the driver the address of his private residence, not the Long Island Manor, and urged the attending physician to hurry.
In his arms, Abigail squirmed and whimpered, her discomfort palpable.
Steven's years of self-restraint were being steadily eroded by this restless, distressed woman.
The cab driver, glancing back at the young woman writhing in Steven's arms, jumped to the wrong conclusion. "Young man, no offense, but you shouldn't let your girl drink so much."
Taken aback by the driver's innocent assumption, Steven remained silent.
"This alcohol isn't good for her health. She's clearly in pain. You'll need to make her some hangover soup when you get home. We men have to take special care of our women, right?"
Steven grunted in agreement, "Mhm."
Abigail's soft lips brushed against Steven's earlobe as she mumbled, "Mr. Medici..."
This gentle touch, this soft plea, shattered Steven's remaining defenses. As he turned, their lips met.
"Whoa there, kids these days..." The driver quickly averted his eyes, focusing on the road ahead.
Feeling her lips against his, Steven froze, as if turned to stone.
Tasting sweetness, Abigail tightened her arms around his neck, deepening their kiss. She was in distress, and this kiss brought her the relief she craved. Thus, she had an urgent and fierce desire to draw more from Steven.
After enduring her persistent kisses for a while, Steven closed his eyes, his fingers threading through her hair, surrendering to the kiss.
Her kiss was unskilled, clearly inexperienced, but it held the allure of unripe fruit, tempting him to continue the exploration.
Eventually, the vehicle came to a halt before the imposing gates of Steven's secluded villa. Cradling Abigail in his arms, he disembarked, their lips still entwined in a passionate kiss. This was a sight that caught Dr. Reid Lance off guard as he waited patiently on the doorstep.
Reid was taken aback. He found himself questioning if he should be privy to such a heated display. Steven, typically a paragon of restraint and aloofness, appeared to have a hidden facet to his character.
'Who is this fiery woman, and where did she spring from?' Reid mused, taken aback by Abigail's intensity.
"What are you gawking at?" Steven queried, pressing his finger against the fingerprint scanner. As soon as he crossed the threshold, the system acknowledged his return. The room was bathed in light, and the curtains were drawn in perfect synchrony.
He gently settled the woman onto the couch, casting a glance back at his physician. "Avert your gaze."
"Huh? Oh..." Reid, although uncertain of Steven's intentions, complied and turned away.
Once he had adjusted Abigail's dress and draped his suit jacket over her to preserve her dignity, Steven beckoned Reid over to examine her.
Reid raised an eyebrow but retorted, "Thanks, but I've no interest in your damsel."
"I'm going to administer an injection. It'll speed up the drug's expulsion, but it'll be quite painful."
"She'll need to bear the discomfort for an hour."
Upon hearing this treatment plan, Steven promptly objected, "Find another way."
Reid was bewildered. 'If there was another way, wouldn't I have chosen it?'
"The drug she was administered is cutting-edge... This is the only method that can save her without causing harm," Reid clarified.
Steven shot him a contemptuous glance that seemed to question his medical competence.
After placing a call to his sister and recounting the events, Steven relayed to Reid, "My sister suggested acupuncture at six key points to draw blood..."
"Thanks, but I practice modern medicine."
The disdain in Steven's eyes intensified. Ending the call, he commanded, "Think of something else."
The guy was at a loss for other effective alternatives. "Well, there is one other possibility," he hinted at Steven, suggestively.
Steven waited.
"But this drug is potent. I'm concerned her body might not withstand it..."
Ultimately, Steven grudgingly agreed to the injection.
If his sister hadn't been otherwise engaged and could have been present, the injection wouldn't have been necessary.
After administering the shot, Reid instructed Steven to carry the girl to bed and rest, "I'll take my leave. She might run a slight fever, but that's normal."
"Fine, close the door behind you."
Reid couldn't help but feel a pang of rejection. Despite years of camaraderie with Steven, this was the first time he had felt so slighted by him.
Exiting the villa, he felt somewhat disheartened. He knew Steven had a cherished sister, but since when did she delve into medicine, even knowing about bloodletting through acupuncture?
Meanwhile, Phillipe, through a stroke of misfortune, managed to keep Abella at his villa.
If possible, he wished that the external threats would persist, so he could naturally keep her by his side.
After her bath, Abella emerged to find Phillipe ready with a hairdryer, tenderly offering, "Come here."
His typically cool demeanor softened into that of a warm, comforting young man, imparting a breath of spring.
Abella took a seat at the vanity, catching his reflection in the mirror as he gently tousled her hair.
"My secretary mentioned it's risky outside, so stay here a few more days."
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