Chapter 986 He Knows He Has Mysophobia, He Won't Touch Women He Doesn't Like
At that moment, Emily realized what Lucien was trying to do.
Fear surged through her as she raised her hands to push him away. "Lucien, you jerk! You act all gentlemanly, but you're actually trying to assault me?"
She burst into tears after shouting at him.
She had never been treated like this before, and she was genuinely afraid that Lucien might rape her. Panicking, she started searching for her phone to call the police.
Lucien, however, was deeply under the influence of the drug, and he leaned down to kiss her forcefully yet tenderly.
Emily tried to dodge, but he continued to kiss her.
Unable to escape, Emily bit him in anger, leaving a row of fine teeth marks on the back of his hand.
But even that couldn't stop Lucien's long fingers from unbuttoning her dress.
When he reached the third button, Emily's tears fell, landing on Lucien's hand, cool and wet.
Lucien snapped back to reality for a moment, pressing down her hand that was frantically moving with the phone, and with a hoarse voice, he said, "There was something in that drink... I'm sorry."
"Just leave," Lucien said, realizing he had almost taken advantage of her.
Seeing him let go, Emily quickly pushed him away, opened the car door, and ran out.
As she ran, she feared Lucien might chase after her, so she called her family's driver, asking him to come pick her up.
The events of the night had truly frightened her.
But Lucien's behavior... was it really because of something in that drink?
Who had drugged him?
If she had drunk that herself, wouldn't she have ended up like him?
Thinking about this sent a chill down Emily's spine.
She hugged herself tightly.
If he had acted that way because he was set up, Emily calmed down and realized she couldn't really blame him. So, she decided to treat tonight's events as a nightmare.
Tomorrow, no one would know.
She would be herself, and he would still be him.
Meanwhile, Lucien was suffering in the car. He had never been drugged before, and he was usually very restrained, never breaking his own rules.
So, being drugged was even harder for him to endure.
His body felt like it was sinking into a soft void, cold sweat continuously soaking his expensive shirt.
Struggling, he closed his eyes, clenched his fists tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging, looking extremely menacing.
He endured this for a full hour.
When the drug's effects finally wore off, Lucien felt drained, his skin pale, his white shirt and black pants completely soaked. Half of his energy was gone, and his eyes were bloodshot.
He rested in the seat for a while.
Once he regained some strength, he got out of the car.
Checking his phone, he saw numerous missed calls.
All from Willow.
Lucien had no interest in her, so he blocked her number without hesitation.
He walked back to his apartment, needing a shower to calm himself down.
While showering, Lucien raised his hand, looking at the clear bite marks on the back of his hand. His mind flashed to Emily's tear-streaked face and the sweet taste of her lips.
It was unforgettable.
Lucien turned off the shower, his eyes deepening as he stepped out of the bathroom.
Should he be more proactive?
He knew he had a cleanliness obsession in spirit; if he didn't like a woman, no matter how uncomfortable he was, he wouldn't touch her.
But Emily was different. Tonight, he had touched her and kissed her for a long time..
This desire to possess her was unmistakable.
Lucien realized he must like her, though it had taken him until now to understand.
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