Chapter 89 Slap

Natalie's wrist was gripped tightly by Marcus, and she could feel his palm radiating a searing heat as though it could scorch her skin. Marcus raised his other hand to press against his temples, his body seemingly consumed by a raging fire, wreaking havoc within him. "Come to my room." His grip on Natalie's hand tightened, and as he closed his eyes, his mind was flooded with a vivid memory—the glimpse of soft, flawless skin from when he'd removed her IV drip at Quinton Hospital. The image suddenly became startlingly clear, making his Adam's apple bob. This strange reaction left no doubt in his mind. "Nathaniel, I've been drugged." His voice, low and gravelly, carried a roughness that hadn't been there before. "Huh?" Natalie immediately straightened up, her demeanor turning serious. She placed her free hand on Marcus' wrist to check his pulse. Her sharp brows furrowed deeply. "Let's go to your room." She pinched a spot on his hand, sending a jolt of pain through him to keep him c