Chapter 270


    The restaurant would be doomed if they failed to handle the matter properly.


    The middle–aged man and the three sisters turned pale. They were finished. This was the end of


    their family, as they were the ones who spiked the food.


    The restaurant manager understood what had happened perfectly after witnessing the scene. His


    career would be affected since such an incident urred under his management.


    Gritting his teeth, he ordered, “Take them to the police station!”


    Joe brought Skr back to the car. Paul, noticing the flush on their faces, quickly understood what


    had happened.


    “Mr. Martin, should we go to the hospital?


    Joe unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and replied in a deep voice, “Call Dr. Grey.”


    “Yes, sir.”


    As the driver called Howard, Skr was already feeling disoriented.


    potent


    Joe hadn’t eaten much, but the drug was more toward men, and they would quickly lose control.


    Skr whimpered in his arms, “When will we get home? This sucks.”


    “Soon. Just hold on, Skr,” Joe’s voice was low and restrained.


    Skr’s eyes reddened slightly; the familiar difort and memories of how


    helpless she felt in the past made her bite her lip and cry silently.


    She didn’t want to endure that unspeakable agony again. She was desperate to be free from the


    suffering.


    Her mind was a mess as she was torn between reason and madness. However, she knew she


    could trust Joe and clung to him tightly like a lifeline.


    Joe’s body was tense; his eyes were bloodshot, and he breathed heavily. He was struggling just as


    much as Skr. Her movements in his arms suggested they could sumb to their desires


    together,


    However, when he was at the end of his wits, he noticed Skr was crying–not from physical pain,


    but from a deep sense of sadness–something tightened painfully in his chest. His breath hitched.


    His voice was hoarse as he urged Paul, “Drive faster.”


    “Yes, Mr. Martin.”


    Paul hit the elerator. He was very skilled, and the Bugatti sped down the road.


    Half an hourter, they arrived at Gxy Vi, both barely aware of their surroundings.


    It wasn’t clear who initiated it, but they started kissing passionately. They might have made it


    upstairs if the doorbell hadn’t suddenly rung.


    Upon entering and seeing Joe and Skr entwined, Howard paused for a moment.


    He had dealt with such situations before; this wasn’t Joe’s first time being drugged. Usually, it


    required a cold shower or an IV, but neither could fully counteract the effects. Enduring the drug’s


    influence was often the only option. Given the current circumstances, why bother with that?


    “Mr. Martin, you two are legally married. Just go upstairs and do the deed,” Howard advised


    helplessly.


    He learned of Joe’s marriage thest time he visited Gxy Vi. However, he didn’t seem pleased


    with his new wife, as they slept in separate rooms.


    It had been a while since he’d seen them, but just before entering, he’d seen them kissing. Going to


    bed together would solve all their problems.


    Joe’s eyes were filled with desire. He turned toward Howard.


    “Will it hurt her?”


    “Medical intervention can’t do much. You’ll both have to endure it,” Howard stated


    bluntly.


    “Get out.”


    Howard winced, at a loss for words. He wouldn’t have dared to stay anyway.


    As soon as the door closed again, Joe carried Skr in his arms. His dark eyes filled


    with desire.


    “Do you want to endure this?”


    Skr, barely holding onto a sliver of sanity, understood what he was asking.


    Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. “No, I don’t,” she said, her voice weak but


    persistent.


    They were married. Unless something unforeseen happened, they wouldn’t divorce and might have


    children. Sleeping with him wasn’t a loss. She had endured the effects of the drug many times


    before her rebirth, always trying to suppress her


    desires.


    Joe’s lips captured hers again. As theyy on the bed, Skr fell in a daze.


    Joe, now shirtless, revealed a muscr and well–defined body. His deep eyes focused solely on


    her. His throat felt dry.


    Skr’s heart raced. In the next moment, his tall frame covered hers, and her clothes were gone


    without realizing it.


    Joe couldn’t resist kissing her again. Their lips and tongues entwined fiercely, and Skr gradually


    rxed.


    They were at it from dusk until dawn.


    By the next morning, sunlight streamed through the partially open window.


    Skr felt like she had been run over by a truck when she woke up. As she sat up, the events from


    last night flooded her mind.


    She nced down at herself. It wasn’t a dream. She wasn’t in her room but in Joe’s,


    with her body covered in marks from their passionate night.


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    The room was still hot with passion.


    Suddenly, Joe spoke beside her, “I got you a day off. Sleep a bit more.”


    “A day off?” Her voice was hoarse from the previous night’s activities. Then it hit her


    it was Monday. She nced at the time.


    “It’s noon?”


    Joe opened his eyes slightly to look at her.


    His


    gaze fell on her fair, delicate skin, partially covered by a nket but still showing the marks he’d left.


    His breathing quickened slightly.


    “You probably don’t have the energy to work today,” he said, his voice deep.