Sebastian pressed his lips hard against Daniela's, his hand reaching for her body without restraint.

Though the drug was coursing through his veins, he was more lucid than ever.

He was attracted to Daniela, not just because of the drug.

He truly wanted Daniela.

It was completely different from the time he had spent with Sofia at the hotel after drinking.

This time, his body and heart had no resistance towards Daniela.

He had never felt this way before, this desire to touch someone completely.

They were married, so it was only natural for them to have a relationship.

Daniela's reluctance was due to his previous involvement with Sofia.

But he had broken up with Sofia.

He would treat her well from now on.

Thinking this, Sebastian's hand reached for the strap of Daniela's dress.

Daniela's hand kept fumbling around, finding a fruit knife nearby. Gritting her teeth, she stabbed Sebastian.

A sharp pain shot through his buttocks, and warm blood seeped out.

Sebastian looked at Daniela in disbelief, not thinking about how she dared to hurt him, but rather: was she really this unwilling?

Would she have been willing if it had been Lucas?

Daniela's eyes shone brightly, filled with fear, but more with calmness: "Mr. Romero, can you get up now?"

Sebastian's heart suddenly felt a pang of pain, and he let go of her dejectedly.

Daniela took a deep breath and slowly got up.

Heaven knew how shaky her hands and legs were.

She had stabbed him calmly, choosing a spot on his buttocks that wouldn't be life-threatening.

But it was her first time hurting someone, and seeing Sebastian's clothes stained with blood, her hand couldn't help but tremble.

She gritted her teeth, averted her gaze from Sebastian, and quickly walked to the door: "Grandma, Sebastian is injured, please open the door."

There was no response from outside.

"Grandma, Grandma! Nora!"

Sebastian finally came to his senses and walked towards the door, wincing in pain.

Daniela quickly said: "You're hurt, don't move around."

Sebastian looked at her coldly.

Daniela shrank her neck and remained silent.

The wound in his buttocks hurt, and Sebastian's forehead was beaded with fine sweat, his lips slightly pale: "Grandma, I know you're outside. If you don't open the door, you can collect my body tomorrow."

There was still no movement outside.

Sebastian was having trouble standing, and he glanced at Daniela standing beside him, his anger rising: "Come over and help me!"

Daniela was so guilty that she ran over and helped him, her head lowered, not daring to look at him.

Sebastian said in a huff: "Didn't you have quite a bit of nerve just now?"

Daniela didn't dare to answer.

Her little courage had been exhausted just now.

Luckily, there was movement outside soon after.

Nora rushed to open the door, her face full of anxiety: "Master, where are you hurt?"

Sebastian leaned against Daniela, his face pale, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, a fruit knife sticking out of his buttocks.

How did he get hurt there?

She paused for a moment, then hurriedly reached out to help Sebastian: "Come, come, let's go to the hospital."

Sebastian had just taken a step when he tightened his grip on Daniela's hand.

Daniela quickly stopped: "Nora, call an ambulance. Don't pull on the wound."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Fernanda arrived late, her face turning pale upon seeing the situation: "How did you get hurt out of nowhere?"

Daniela lowered her head and dared not look at her.

Sebastian looked at her like a startled quail, shrinking her head.

He couldn't help but snort again.

Where was the ferocity she had shown when she stabbed him just now? Have the guts to do it again!

But then he thought about how Daniela would rather stab him than have a relationship with him, and he felt even more uncomfortable.

"Speak!"

Neither of them said a word, and the old lady was anxious.

Daniela was about to bite her lip and speak when she heard Sebastian say calmly: "I accidentally hurt myself."