Chapter 107: Patient Waiting

Back in the room, John sat upright on the bed, his heart still racing wildly as if it were about to leap out of his throat. It was understandable that John, who was doing this for the first time, felt nervous and scared, with a hint of regret as well.

However, the drug had already been administered, and the water had been poured; it was too late for regrets or fears to be of any use.

With this thought, John gradually calmed down. He sat on the bed, took out his phone, and habitually browsed through the web pages, also reading a mother-son incest novel that he had been following.

To be honest, if Grace, who was in the same house with him at the moment, were his biological mother, John would never have dared to drug her. He wouldn't have had the courage.

But unfortunately, there was no blood relation between Grace and him.

Moreover, his energetic self had been sharing a bed with Grace for two consecutive days. Her rich body scent and devilish figure kept tempting him.

When facing a beauty of Grace's caliber, even a saint would probably succumb, let alone a young and vigorous John. Influenced by the pornographic books, his attention was almost entirely focused on Grace.

Memories of the past came flooding back to him like a tidal wave. Especially during the time when he had hit his head and his intelligence was still at the level of a three or four-year-old child, it was his mother Grace who had taken care of him.

She attended to his daily life, dressed him, bathed him, and even helped him use the restroom. Her soft, fair, and smooth fingers would encircle his penis, gently moving back and forth with the flow of his urine, creating a unique sensation that John still vividly remembered to this day.

The thought that he might fulfill his wish tonight made John extremely excited. He sat on the bed, listening intently, hoping to hear Grace's movements outside the room.

Finally, after more than twenty minutes, the sound of Grace walking by in her slippers was heard. John suppressed his excited mood and waited until the sound of Grace's bedroom door closing. He then turned around, got off the bed, quickly opened his bedroom door, and walked out.

When he reached the living room, John was delighted to find the water cup on the coffee table. Most of the water in the cup had been drunk, leaving only a small amount at the bottom.

Seeing the water in the cup almost gone, John became particularly excited. He pretended to walk around for a while and then returned to his room to wait quietly.

According to the drug dealer, the hallucinogenic drug would take effect in about twenty minutes.

After drinking it, a person would not only fall into a deep sleep but also lose all memory of the night. In short, one could do whatever they wanted without any worries.

Estimating the time, John listened intently to the movements in Grace's bedroom. Although more than twenty minutes had passed, John did not act on his own.

Instead, he kept looking at his phone, anxiously pacing back and forth in his bedroom.

At this moment, John was afraid that Grace might not be asleep, but he was also afraid that she might already be asleep. He was a contradictory individual, unsure whether he should go over or not.

Even though more than twenty minutes had passed and the drug should have taken effect, John still dared not go over. He could only pace back and forth in his room, occasionally leaning against the door to listen for any movement.

After waiting for about an hour, seeing that there was still no movement from Grace's side, and considering that at this time, Grace would usually come to him with a pillow, but today there was no sound at all, John became even more excited, fantasizing that the half bag of white powder had taken effect.

Thinking of this, John became even more excited. After waiting for a long time in his room, he finally came to the door, swallowing his saliva and cautiously opening it.

As the door creaked open, the large house, which only had him and Grace, was extremely quiet and profound. There wasn't a single sound in the hundreds of square meters of space; it was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

John tiptoed towards Grace's bedroom, which was directly opposite. When he reached the bedroom door, he stood straight like a taut bowstring, standing quietly at the door and listening for any movement inside.

Perhaps it was because he was too far away, or perhaps John was too nervous, but he couldn't hear a single sound from Grace's bedroom, separated by a door.

This made John, standing at the door, extremely anxious. He didn't know whether the half bag of white powder he had put in the water would work, nor did he know what condition Grace was in at the moment. He could only rely on his imagination.

After hesitating for a while, John took another step forward, bent down, and pressed his ear against the door of Grace's bedroom. After listening for a long time, there was still no movement inside.

John, who could no longer wait, had to raise his hand and knock on the door three times, "Mom!" He also called out. But the room remained completely silent, without a single sound.

"Mom, are you asleep?" John called out again, knocking several times with more force. But after half a minute, the dark bedroom still remained completely still, with no sound of Grace getting out of bed, turning over, or responding.

Seeing this, John's Adam's apple moved up and down, his pupils slightly contracted, and he swallowed his saliva. At the same time, his hand slowly raised, his five fingers slightly trembling in the air, and then placed on the doorknob.

The cold doorknob constantly stimulated John, who was burning with excitement. He pressed one hand on the doorknob, exhaled forcefully, and then pushed open the door of Grace's bedroom with a resigned effort.

In fact, before entering, John had already prepared excuses and ideas in his mind. If Grace woke up, how would he deal with it?

But as the door opened a crack, John's vision gradually adapted to the darkness of the room, and the figure of Grace lying in the quilt slowly appeared in his pupils. At this moment, Grace was sleeping very soundly and didn't notice that there was an extra person in her bedroom, standing at the door and looking at her.

John's hand slowly raised, and on the wall next to him, he pressed the bedroom light switch. As the switch clicked, the entire bedroom was instantly illuminated. John's gaze almost immediately fixed on Grace.

Grace, covered with a quilt, looked like a sleeping beauty in a fairy tale. Her eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes gently trembling with her even breathing. Her rosy cheeks were like two apples, with an alluring luster and elasticity. Her long hair cascaded over the pillow like a waterfall.

The quilt on her body, like clothes worn, could not cover Grace's curvaceous and delicate figure at all.

With the change of his line of sight, John's eyes swept up and down Grace's body, his expression seeming as if he couldn't wait to pounce on her...

Grace, who was fast asleep, had no idea that she had barely escaped from the clutches of Thorne, that wolf, only to fall into the mouth of another ungrateful and unacquainted jackal.

And this time, it would be far less fortunate than the last...