Chapter 396 For the First Time, She Took the Initiative
The hot water in her hand fell to the ground. Anna turned pale with fright. She had been drugged! This feeling was exactly like the drug Black had given her before!
She looked at the driver in horror, "What did you do to me? Stop the car! I want to get out!"
Peter turned his head, his face no longer kind and friendly but replaced with an evil grin.
He said maliciously, "You've already gotten in the car and how could I possibly let you leave? Don't worry. I promised to care for you and warm you up."
With that, he locked the car doors, turned the car, and drove into a secluded alley.
Then, he unbuckled his seatbelt and moved from the front seat to the back seat.
"Get away from me! What you're doing is illegal!" Anna pushed him desperately. However, her strength was so feeble.
Peter held her, "How could you say that about me? I saw your clothes were all wet, and I'm just trying to help you take them off. Obey me and don't move. I'll take care of you."
"Get lost!" Anna bit his hand.
"Ah!" Peter screamed, looking at his bleeding arm, and slapped Anna, saying, "I tried talking to you nicely, but you wouldn't cooperate, so you forced me to be rough! Do you like being treated roughly? Then I'll satisfy you!"
Upon saying that, he pinned her down on the seat.
Anna was dazed from the slap, using all her strength to push and hit Peter.
However, her efforts were in vain, having no effect at all.
Being annoyed, Peter untied his belt and tied her hands. Then he took a piece of cloth and gagged her mouth.Anna instantly became powerless to fight back. She watched as he undid her clothes, unable to react.
'Why? Why did this have to happen to her when she was already in so much pain?' Anna thought.
Tears of sadness and grievance streamed down her cheeks.
Outside, a Volkswagen car stopped. The door opened, and Giorgio's tall and elegant figure stepped out.
Seeing the car parked by the roadside, he strode through the rain and walked straight over. He knocked on the window.
Peter inside was startled, stopped his actions, and looked up.
From his angle, he could only see a suit. So he impatiently rolled down the window and leaned out, "Who are you? You... Ah!"
His neck was suddenly gripped by a large hand.
Giorgio glanced at Anna, whose clothes were disheveled and cheeks slightly swollen, a surge of anger rising in his heart.
With a forceful twist of Giorgo's wrist, the 6-foot-tall Peter, along with the car door, was dragged out and thrown to the ground!!!
"Ah, it hurts!" he wailed.
Giorgio walked over, looking down at him, saying, "Which hand touched her? You must have hit her with one hand, and touched her with the othe ?"
He seemed to ask, but it was actually a rhetorical question.
His handsome face exuded a chilling coldness in the rain, full of danger.
Peter had never seen such a terrifying person, his body trembling,
"Sir, I was wrong. Please forgive me and I beg you!"
He desperately apologized, pleading for mercy.
Giorgio was indiferrent, pulling out a stagger, the sharp blade emitting a cold, dark gleam.
He said, "Did she beg for mercy just now, and did you let her go?"
With that, he squatted down, directly inserting the stagger into his hand, with a flick, severing his one tendon!
"Ahhh!" Peter's screams pierced the sky.
Giorgio, expressionless, severed his tendons one by one, coldly saying, "The hand that touched her doesn't deserve to stay in this world."
Ten minutes later, Giorgio came to the car, still elegant and noble, handsome and gentlemanly.
He even made sure his hands were not stained with blood, so as not to scare her.
He got into the car, removed the cloth from her mouth, untied the belt from her wrists, and held her in his arms,
"Anna? Don't be afraid, I'm here."
Anna felt terrible at this moment. Smelling the pleasant scent, she melted into his arms, "Help me. I feel awful."
Giorgio held her, she like a little kitten with small body, emitting a plea for help. She looked very heartbreaking amd moving.
"I'll take you to the hospital. Hold on." Giorgio picked her up horizontally, quickly got into the car, and drove off.
In the car, the warm air from the heater made the air cozy. But, at this moment, Anna didn't need warmth. Like a kitten easily finding its food, she sniffed the pleasant masculine scent on him. She moved closer, hugging him.
Giorgio's hand on the wheel paused, almost losing control of the steering wheel. He said in a strained voice, "Anna, it only takes twenty minutes to get to the hospital. Go back to your seat."
His voice was like a gentle breeze, along with his pleasant scent, easing Anna's discomfort. Anna felt less uncomfortable. A voice from her heart told her she needed him now. Or maybe, deep down, she already had feelings for him, and losing consciousness brought out her primal emotions for him.
She hugged him tighter, saying, "Giorgio, your voice is so nice."
Her voice was very pleasing.
Giorgio froze completely this time. He slammed on the brakes, abruptly stopping the car by the roadside. He turned his eyes, his deep, dark eyes looking at Anna, who was moving restlessly on his shoulder:
"What did you call me?"
'She lost consciousness, yet she still knew it was him?' Giorgo thought.
"Giorgio," she called him again in her thoughts.
Not in the tone she used to call him when she was confronting him angrily .
At this moment, his name from her lips was soft and sweet. Giorgio felt a strange emotion rising in his heart, pulsing with his blood.
He grabbed her waist, pulling her onto his lap, asking, "Weren't you cold to me before? Now you don't want me to find Katherine?"
They were very close, his warm breath brushing against her face.
Anna liked his scent very much. She raised her hand, hugged his neck, and directly kissed his lips.
"I feel awful."
Giorgio's back against the seat suddenly stiffened.
This was the first time she had kissed him voluntarily.
Even though he knew she was out of control right now, maybe she wasn't even aware.
But, she knew it was him, and reacted this way. Didn't that mean...
His restraint was crumbling, his eyes deep and rational, saying in his hoarse voice, "Anna, do you know what you're doing right now?"
Of course, Anna didn't know.
She only knew his lips were cold, and pleasant. She bit and kissed his lips randomly.
Giorgio didn't know whether to respond or how to respond. If he responded, it wasn't her instinct. If he didn't respond, he was a normal man, and his beloved woman kissing him now, it was hard to resist.
In his brief hesitation, Anna grew bolder. Her hands were already tugging at his clothes. Two buttons came undone, and his tie was in disarray.
Giorgio felt a rush of heat to his head. If this continued, he wouldn't be able to control himself. He raised his hand, rationally grabbing her hand, saying, "Anna, stop."
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