I... come inside... and sleep on the other bed?"

Chantel and Erica had booked a room with twin beds. To protect her,

Gifford had no choice but to reserve the room next door, which coincidently had twin beds as well.

Gifford looked at the small hand on his arm, confused.

"What are you afraid of?"

." Chantel tried to come up with something.

“I'm a little nervous. I can't sleep alone in a hotel room. Besides, I just

“I'm afraid of watched a horror movie. Gifford, it's only a few more hours to dawn.

Please let me in!" Her face turned pale.

Her frightened expression caught Gifford off-guard and he believed her.

He thought that she really was scared of staying alone.

The truth was that she was indeed frightened, but not because she was afraid of sleeping alone or because of the horror movie; she was terrified, thinking about what she was about to do.

Gifford moved aside to let her in. When she passed by him, he felt a rush throughout his body.

He was confused. Why did he feel like that all of a sudden?

Meanwhile, Chantel had already entered his room and obediently sat on the other bed.

She was so tensed and already had difficulty breathing.

After he shut the door, Gifford took two steps forward, feeling an inexplicable hot stream rapidly coursing through his body.

He scanned Chantel's expression.

"Have you applied something on your body? What's that fragrance?"

She gripped the hem of her clothes tightly.

“Oh! The scent? I used the hotel's body wash. Does it smell good? I thought so too."

God knew how hard it was for her to finish that sentence.

She felt her cheeks burn and her breath become jagged. She knew that the drug was working.

Holding back the strange desire in him, Gifford strode into the room.

“Go to sleep!"