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    Katelyn’s voice was usually crisp and detached, akin to the precise notes of a violin. But now, under the influence of the drug, her voice became unusually soft. When she spoke to Vincent, her tone alone was enough to bewitch him, even without seeing her face.

    Vincent found himself tensing up, his restraint being tested as he took hold of her fidgeting hand. After all, he was a man with desires. Clearly, Katelyn was pushing him to his limits.

    “We’ll reach the hospital soon. Just hang in there,” Vincent replied, his voice icy as he turned his gaze to the window. “Speed up.”

    “Yes, Mr. Adams,” Samuel responded, his curiosity piqued as he drove.

    “Mr. Adams, has Bailey been drugged?” Samuel asked cautiously. “I heard from a friend that some drug dealers are spiking their products with powerful aphrodisiacs to enhance their effects. Without a proper antidote, it could seriously affect her brain.”

    Vincent’s expression grew even sterner. He had experienced the effects of an aphrodisiac before, but nothing like Katelyn’s current ordeal. He recalled only a fiery sensation within himself, unlike Katelyn’s apparent loss of mental control. This suggested that Katelyn had been exposed to a particrly potent aphrodisiac.

    “Just drive,” Vincentmanded, his tone brooking no argument. Samuel focused back on the road, but Vincent remained preupied with handling the increasingly difficult situation with Katelyn.

    Her eyes now burned with wild desire. She positioned herself on Vincent’sp, her hand wandering, tracing circles on his chest with a clumsy touch. Her attempts at seduction were awkward, clearly mimicking scenes she had seen in movies.

    “Mr. Adams, do you like me?” Katelyn asked abruptly, her words causing Vincent’s eyes to narrow as he looked at her sternly.

    “Katelyn, I suggest you stay still,” he said firmly. “Don’t test a man’s patience too far.”

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    Narrowing her eyes, Katelyn gestured for silence and pressed her finger to Vincent’s lips.

    “I don’t want to hear that. Just answer my question.”

    She was so confused that her eyelids fluttered closed. Still, she ced a hand on Vincent’s shirt, her fingers yfully edging towards slipping inside.

    Vincent watched her fidgeting form, growing concerned that she might topple over. He ced his hands on her waist to steady her. Yet, his touch seemed to excite her further.

    She pouted, gazing up at him, her face radiant and her skin as smooth as porcin.

    “Mr. Adams, do you like me? Do you, or don’t you?” Katelyn was insistent, busily working at the buttons on Vincent’s shirt. She squinted and muttered to herself, struggling with the buttons for an unusually long time.

    “Why can’t I unbutton this? It’s just buttons! Why is it so hard?”

    Vincent pinched the bridge of his nose, at a loss for words as Katelyn continued her strange behavior.

    Now she clung to him, yful and alluring like a siren, yet as delicate as a vibrant poppy swaying in the breeze. She was captivating.

    Normally, Katelyn was distant and reserved, as unyielding as the tallest pine on a snowy mountaintop. And now, she was just… adorable.

    Vincent was at a loss for how to handle such a stark contrast in her behavior.

    Left with no other option, he gently held her wandering hand and took a deep breath.

    “Just hang in there. We’re almost at the hospital.”

    She nestled her head against his chest and shook her head.

    “I’m scared of needles. I don’t want to go. Just answer me.”

    Katelyn’s demeanor had turned childlike.

    After a moment of silence, Vincent relented with a resigned nod.

    “Yes. I like you.”

    As he spoke, his lips were suddenly met with a soft touch.

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