Chapter 042 Mr. Montgomery, Your Presence is the Best Antidote
Mason hurriedly opened the car door as Xavier placed Grace in the back seat, allowing her to lean against him.
"Mr. Montgomery, should we head to the Lewis Villa or the hospital?" Mason instantly wasn't sure which direction to drive.
Xavier furrowed his brow. With Grace recently caught up in that major online scandal, the Lewis family had not only failed to come forward in her defense, but they even let Madison spread rumors about Grace. With such a family history, it was uncertain whether Grace would want to return.
If they went to the hospital, considering the recent events, Xavier worried that it might cause her further distress.
Ultimately, he decided, "Mason, drive us to the Bameran Villa."
The Bameran Villa was a property Xavier had acquired a long time ago, a sizable mansion situated in the heart of Skigeth.
As a child, his mother adored that area, enamored with its liveliness and often remarking how wonderful it would be to live in the city center.
A few years ago, as soon as Xavier had the means, he bought a substantial plot of land there at a premium, transforming towering buildings into a beautiful home.
Regrettably, his mother was no longer around to see it. The house had been completed for quite some time and was exquisitely decorated.
However, upon his return, a few things were not fully in order, so Xavier stayed at a hotel.
The Villa was now properly arranged, and Xavier had moved in a couple of days prior.
Mason almost couldn't respond, shocked by Xavier’s plan to take Grace home to let her spend the night.
It was well known that Xavier never brought women home, nor did any woman ever have the privilege to stay overnight at his place.
"Is there a problem?" Xavier asked, seeing Mason's hesitation to move.
"Not at all," Mason dared not express any concerns.
He started the car and drove toward the Bameran Villa.
Overwhelmed by the pheromone-laden fragrance in the restroom, Grace's body felt extremely uncomfortable, like swarms of tiny bugs gnawing at her.
She writhed, attempting to get closer to the source of cold beside her.
"It hurts..." Grace's voice was soft and seductive. As she clung to Xavier, her entire being almost hung on to him. Xavier felt cool and calming to her, and she sought his icy presence.
Underneath Grace's restless hands, Xavier's breathing became heavy. "Hold on," Xavier spoke with a husky tone.
He seemed to have underestimated Grace's effect on him; she continually had the power to undermine the ‘self-control’ he prided himself on.
Moreover, these past few days, Xavier found it challenging to sleep properly. He discovered that only when he shared a bed with Grace and inhaled her scent, could he get a decent night's rest.
Xavier held Grace’s wrist steady with one hand to keep her from moving, while his other hand was busy on his phone contacting the doctor, asking him to wait at the Bameran villa.
But Grace was in too much agony, she had lost all reason and had no idea what she was doing. Even without opening her mouth, the sounds coming from her throat were distressingly faint and delicate; the main concern was that her hands were restless.
Out of options, Xavier gently knocked her out. Grace slumped into Xavier’s arms, limp, as he supported her waist. It had been an arduous journey for Xavier.
Finally, they arrived at the Bameran villa. The moment the car stopped, Xavier opened the door and carried Grace out.
The doctor was already waiting. After Xavier carried Grace inside and placed her on the couch, the unconscious Grace leaned against him with her face burrowed in his chest.
”Her hand is injured, and she has been drugged. Is there an antidote?” Xavier inquired.
After examining Grace, the doctor replied, ”There’s no antidote for this, but the drug's effects won't cause lasting harm. Mr. Montgomery, you might just be the best cure.”
Noticing Xavier’s disapproving expression, the doctor quickly added, “Mr. Montgomery, the effects of this aphrodisiac can also be reduced by immersing her in cold water, though the process might be a bit harsh; she’ll have to endure it herself.”
“The cut in her palm isn’t deep. It’s best to wait for the drug’s effects to wear off before I address it, or the dressing might get damaged if she moves unexpectedly.”
Xavier looked down at Grace, who, even without consciousness, continued to fidget. He lifted her and headed upstairs.
In the bathroom, Xavier placed Grace in the tub. Even her dark complexion couldn’t fully conceal the flushed cheeks.
He had noticed before that, oddly enough, Grace’s face was much darker than her body.
Xavier turned on the cold water to prepare her bath. He realized there were no clean clothes for Grace, so he stepped out to give a couple of instructions.
His phone rang, it was Omari, reporting that they had found everyone, including the fugitive Kyle. He asked what Xavier wished to do with them.
“Lock them up for now,” Xavier ordered, “I’ll deal with them later.”
Unable to help himself, Omari inquired about Grace’s condition, to which Xavier’s voice turned a shade colder, “Are you close with Grace?”
Omari hesitated momentarily before responding, “She’s my sister’s friend.”
“She’s fine,” Xavier said shortly and hung up the phone.
Omari stared at the disconnected call, pressing his lips together as a fleeting emotion crossed his eyes.
The cold water pounded on Grace, causing her to shiver violently.
Her body trembled, the torment of chilling water contrasting with the inner fire made her discomfort even more unbearable.
Grace curled up, shivering. "So cold... so very cold..." she mumbled. Yet as wave after wave of heat rippled through her body, she felt as though she were roasting over an open flame; she was so hot, longing for a chilling relief, then felt herself sinking downwards.
By the time Xavier came in, Grace had slid beneath the surface of the bathtub water, with it nearly submerging her head. Xavier quickly lifted her.
"Grace!" he called out her name.
"Hot..." she mumbled, pressing towards where Xavier stood.
Grace's movements left Xavier's clothes drenched. Since he was only wearing a shirt, it clung to his skin, becoming much more revealing with the wet fabric outlining the contours of his abdominal muscles, adding to his masculine allure.
Had Grace opened her eyes at that moment, her heart rate would surely have skyrocketed.
"Grace!" he called again, his breathing became heavier, and the tone of his voice grew more intense as he spoke her name.
"Stop rubbing!" he chided, his voice turned hoarser.
Xavier held Grace's shoulders in place. The doctor had mentioned this as the only remedy, or perhaps, it was because...
Although they had been quite intimate with each other on several occasions, Xavier would never take advantage of Grace in her unconscious state.
Grace's wet, seaweed-like hair was a tangled mess against her face, tickling and causing discomfort. She reached out to touch it.
Xavier gently brushed the hair from her face. However, he noticed that Grace's face seemed dirty. He attempted to wipe the dirt away, only to realize it seemed to worsen with each stroke and noticed a dark substance on his fingertips.
For the first time, Xavier saw that his white shirt bore dark smudges where Grace had touched him. Looking back at Grace's face, the areas he had wiped clean were now oddly lighter as if her face was losing color!
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