From Heartbreak to Happily Ever After Novel

Marion rushed over to help her, having no time to deal with Erick. Debra was stained with blood, her face unusually red.

He shouted at the maid, “Go fetch the first aid kit!”

The maid hurriedly went off. When she came back with the kit, Marion snapped at Erick, “Get out!”

Erick fled in a hurry. The maid followed him out, closing the door.

Marion quickly tended to Debra’s wounds. She was struggling to hold herself together.

“I feel terrible.” She felt like she couldn’t breathe. Her body was burning up, and her consciousness was fading.

“Hang on!” he said, holding her close to him.

She found relief in his arms. A coolness spread through her skin. Marion placed her in the bathtub, cold water cascading down from the

shower. Her thin dress was soaked.

Marion kept his eyes low, focusing on wiping her body with a wet towel. Debra’s hands were unusually hot. She grabbed Marion’s wrist, her gaze

unfocused.

“Marion, I feel awful,” she said, tears welling up in her eyes. She had never felt this uncomfortable before.

“Hang on. It will pass soon,” Marion encouraged her.

However, the cold water did little to ease the heat inside her. With this

handsome man in front of her, she couldn’t resist it anymore. She reached out to undo his shirt. Marion panicked for the first time, catching her hand.

With a hoarse voice, he asked, “Do you know what you’re doing?” Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

“Yes, I just want to see it. I won’t do anything,” Debra said, her voice sounding plaintive, though she knew her request was inappropriate.

“Alright, just looking.” Marion undid two buttons, revealing his perfect chest.

Debra couldn’t look away, reaching out to touch. Marion stopped her, sounding resigned. “Debra…”

“I just want to touch it,” she said, her voice filled with agony. “Just a touch, nothing else.”

Marion reluctantly released her hand. Debra’s touch started innocently but soon wandered, touching Marion’s chest.

Marion grabbed her hand and croaked, “No, this is not right.”

“I can’t control myself,” she said, blushing deeper.

Marion realized this drug was not just an aphrodisiac. Its effects were stronger, making her lose control.

Debra’s breathing quickened. Her body was submerged in cold water, and her thin clothes clung to her curves. Tiny beads of sweat formed on her forehead.

With a pleading look, she said, “Help me, please. I’m dying.”