She drank the tea all at once without giving it much thought.
Soon after, her consciousness began to blur...
Thinking of this, her gaze turned cold, and she finally released her tight grip on Landon Lockwood's arm.
Landon Lockwood wasted no time, lowered his head, and swept her into his arms, striding quickly out.
As soon as they rushed out of that suffocating basement, a gust of cool wind hit.
But that brief coolness barely had a chance to seep into her lungs.
The fire within Cora Lowell's body burned even more fiercely.
Her slender fingers unconsciously tugged at her collar, revealing a stretch of snowy white neckline.
Her soft body kept twisting in his embrace.
Landon Lockwood's forehead was dotted with beads of sweat, his Adam's apple moved up and down.
He coughed lightly twice, his voice hoarse, almost unrecognizable as his own.
"Stop fooling around, just bear with it a little longer!"
This was Belyria's villa area.
Packed with the wealthy, with strict security.
