Chapter 462 Intoxicated Desires
"Let... me... go..." Ashley pushed against him, but Ethan's kiss was scorching with passion, making her knees buckle. Breathless and light-headed, she shocked herself by fiercely returning his kiss.
Her response ignited something primal in him. Ethan roughly tried to remove her gown, but the elaborate formal dress proved too complicated. As clarity returned, Ashley forcefully shoved him away.
Caught off guard, Ethan fell backward, hitting his head on the floor with a dull thud.
"Are you alright?" Ashley asked, flushed with embarrassment.
Upon closer inspection, she realized something was wrong with him—he must have consumed something he shouldn't have. Spotting a kitchenette nearby, she rushed to the refrigerator for ice.
Ashley wrapped ice in a towel and cautiously placed it on his forehead. "Stay calm. I'm going to run some cold water for you."
She hurried to the bathroom to fill the tub. The ice seemed to provide temporary relief, but Ethan remained collapsed on the floor. She needed to help him to the bathroom but feared touching him again would trigger another episode.
"Your Highness, can you make it to the bathroom yourself? The cold bath is ready," she called.
When he didn't respond, Ashley reluctantly opened the door to find help, but mysteriously, the corridor was empty of guards. How could a prince be left without security?
Sighing, she closed the door and reluctantly helped Ethan up. The moment she touched him, the cooling effect of the ice evaporated. His skin burned while her touch felt like ice against him.
With great effort, she dragged him to the bathroom and unceremoniously dumped him into the cold water. "Your Highness, stay here while I find someone to help you."
As she turned to leave, Ethan suddenly grabbed her wrist. Ashley screamed as she tumbled into the bathtub with him.
Damn it! This was Sandy's grandmother's dress! Now it was soaked and damaged beyond repair.
As she tried to get up, Ethan pulled her closer...
Meanwhile, Mary frantically searched for another entrance to Ethan's chambers, only to find Ian and guards blocking her way.
"Miss, what brings you here?" Ian intercepted her.
A woman's scream followed by a man's voice echoed from upstairs. The implication was unmistakable to the adults present.
The guards pretended not to hear. Ian's face registered momentary discomfort.
Mary's features twisted with jealousy. "This building contains guest rooms. I'm tired and plan to rest here. Are you going to stop me?"
"Miss, for His Highness's security, he's the only person staying in this wing tonight. Please find accommodation elsewhere," Ian replied firmly.
Murderous rage filled Mary's eyes. "You have no right to stop me. Get out of my way!"
She raised her hand to strike him.
Ian's expression darkened. "Miss, aren't you concerned I might report this to His Highness? Besides, once he fully recovers, he'll certainly investigate why he's in this condition."
Mary's pupils dilated in shock. Did he mean Ethan already knew about the drugged drink and had instructed Ian to keep her away?
"You'll regret this," she hissed before turning away.
Ashley's screams from upstairs drove her to the brink of madness. If Ethan investigated, he would quickly trace everything back to her.
She couldn't simply wait for destruction.
If she was going down, Pearl would come with her.
Mary's eyes flashed with malice as she returned to the ballroom. She spotted the Countess chatting with friends, her attention drawn to the necklace around the woman's neck—reportedly worth $300 million.
With a cold smile, Mary retreated to a corner and made a phone call. "It's me. I'm sending you a photo. Dress exactly like her and follow my instructions..."
In her mind, Mary thought darkly, 'Pearl, you may have Ethan's bed tonight, but you'll never be his Princess. Time to die.'
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