Chapter 391


    With a smile on his face, Christopher tried to sit upright, but the effects of the drug were simply too


    strong. Although he was rock hard down there and burning up all over, he had little to no strength left in


    him.


    “You used to tell me that I should be a little more proactive and move while sitting on top of you, right?


    How about you let me do the work for you tonight, Chris?” I stroked his cheek and leaned in to kiss him


    like how he usually kissed me.


    I started from his forehead and kissed my way down to his nose before finally reaching his throat.


    Seeing as his eyes were in a daze, I decided to please him and sat on top of his manhood. I shuddered


    from the painful, but pleasurable sensation inside me, and Christopher let out a satisfied moan in


    response.


    With both hands on my waist, he kept moaning while I worked my body as hard as I could. I kept going


    at it until I was exhausted, and he finally released himself inside me.


    However, that moment of relief was only temporary as his face became flushed again minutes


    later. That drug was probably one of those extremely powerful aphrodisiacs that would have


    undesirable side effects on the body even after releasing all that pent-up sexual energy. Christopher


    would probably need quite some time to fully recover from this… I bet Julia doesn’t know about how


    Mitchell has drugged her son, or she would never have agreed to it!


    With that thought in mind, I cursed at Mitchell as I continued to try and satisfy Christopher’s needs.


    I was physically drained halfway through the night and could barely move a finger. Things were okay at


    first because of how weak Christopher was, but it became agonizing when he slowly regained his


    strength. He grabbed me tightly by the waist and pounded me like he was a pile driver. Each and every


    one of his thrusts was so forceful that I felt like I would fall apart at any moment.


    “Do you even know who I am?” I clutched the corners of the bathtub and bit down on my lip as I tried to


    keep myself from being flying off.


    “You’re Eve, and you belong to me.” Christopher kept going at it throughout the rest of the night and


    eventually fell asleep at dawn.


    I didn’t dare go to sleep as I was afraid that something would happen to him. This was the first time I


    had seen Christopher in such a weak and unusual state, which worried me greatly.


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    I thought about calling for help, but Sabrina and Zachary were on vacation outside of Avenport, and I


    didn’t really know anyone else I could depend on. After racking my brains for a bit, I thought of Darius


    and quickly gave him a call.


    Despite being a man who cared greatly about his appearances, he had rushed over in such a hurry that


    he wore his jacket inside out. He came into the bedroom, panting heavily as he had the doctor examine


    Christopher.


    Noticing that I was so weak and could barely stand, he helped me onto the couch before saying, “Here,


    have a seat… Now, mind telling me what the hell happened?”


    I told him everything I heard on the phone earlier and leaned weakly against the couch as I said,


    “Monica doesn’t have the guts to hurt him like this, so Mitchell must’ve been the one who prepared the


    drug. Chris showed Mitchell the evidence of him helping the Walker family sabotage the Lane family. It


    would make sense to assume that Mitchell got mad and drugged him in revenge. I’m just worried that it


    would have some nasty side effects on Chris…”


    “Mitchell?” A cold glint shed in Darius’ eyes, and he clenched his teeth angrily as he continued, “That


    old fool must’ve forgotten his ce after being under the protection of our family for so many years…


    How dare he use such an underhanded tactic on Chris? I’ll make him pay for what he did!”


    “All I want is for Chris to be all right.” I kept my gaze fixed on Christopher who was lying on the bed the


    whole time.


    “You mean my mom knew about this?” Darius asked coldly all of a sudden. He was so angry that it felt


    like his rage would materialize at any moment. “I can’t believe she agreed to help that scumbag


    Mitchell do such a thing!”


    Fearing that I would say something I shouldn’t, I didn’t dare answer his question directly and gave him


    a vague response instead. “Mrs. Lane was the one who told me to go find Chris at Fiesta Hotel.”