Chapter 16

After that, Jack dismissed the rest of the soldiers.

He carried Vivian back to his own room.

As soon as they got back to the room, Vivian, who had been unconscious, started squirming in Jack's arms, mumbling incoherently, "Hot... so hot..."

At the same time, her hands were randomly grabbing at Jack's collar, as if trying to undress him.

This aphrodisiac was so strong that it was still taking effect even after she'd been knocked out.

Jack's eyes narrowed as he looked at Vivian's delicate but extremely flushed face in his arms, a hint of complexity showing in his expression.

"What a troublesome woman."

Jack cursed under his breath.

Then.

He carried Vivian to the bathroom.

Steam filled the bathroom.

Jack placed Vivian in the bathtub and turned on the cold water tap directly.

The icy water poured down, instantly soaking Vivian.

The shock of cold water immediately woke the unconscious Vivian, and she let out a soft moan.

The next moment.

She started struggling.

Jack didn't give her a chance to resist, directly reaching out to hold her down, letting the cold water continuously wash over her body.

Vivian was gasping heavily, her eyes regaining some clarity, but soon that clarity was overtaken by intense desire.

In fact, the cold water stimulation made it even more violent.

"Cold... so cold..."

Vivian murmured, her body instinctively pressing against Jack.

Jack immediately restrained her.

"If you don't want to die, stay still."

Although she said she was cold, Jack noticed her body was burning hot.

It seemed this aphrodisiac was extremely potent - he wondered what it was made of.

Jack kept Vivian's body completely submerged under the cold water.

But Vivian, who had been saying she was cold, began to develop a strange flush on her skin, and her temperature was abnormally rising.

"Hot... I'm so hot..."

Vivian moaned in pain, her hands no longer reaching for Jack but starting to tear at her own clothes.

As her clothes were torn open, large areas of hidden skin were instantly exposed.

"So hot... I can't take it anymore."

Vivian's hands suddenly wrapped around Jack's neck again, desperately pressing her body against Jack's, as if trying to merge herself into his body.

"Please... save me, I'm so hot."

Vivian's eyes had lost all reason, leaving only primal desire.

Jack frowned slightly.

He felt Vivian's temperature getting higher and higher - the drug must have fully taken effect.

It seemed simple, physical cooling wasn't working on her anymore.

If the aphrodisiac's effects weren't released, she might burn to death.

"Fuck!"

Jack, who was always in control, encountered this situation for the first time and couldn't help cursing.

He looked at the exquisite face in the bathtub and her curvy figure, a flash of struggle in his eyes.

If he didn't help her, she would die.

But if he did help her...

Jack took a light breath.

Looking at Vivian, his eyes deep, his voice low, "If you're still conscious, I'll help you detoxify, but you..."

Before Jack could finish.

Vivian clumsily but urgently kissed him. Right now, she only felt like there was a fire burning inside her body.

Burning her to the point of madness.

She needed to put out the fire!

"You asked for this."

Jack took control, suddenly gripping the back of Vivian's head and kissing her back fiercely.

The cold water continued to flow, but the temperature in the bathtub was rising rapidly.

The next day.

Sunlight streamed through the window into the room, falling on a large bed.

Vivian let out a groan and slowly opened her eyes.

As soon as she woke up, a sharp pain shot through her head, making her frown involuntarily.

"Where... am I?"

Vivian looked at the unfamiliar room, her eyes somewhat dazed.

Then she sat up in bed. With her movement, the silk sheet slipped down, revealing bare skin.

Vivian looked down, her pupils contracting sharply.

She was wearing clothes that didn't belong to her - a man's white shirt, with buttons undone, hanging loosely on her body.

And under the white shirt, there was nothing - just a perfect body that would drive any man crazy.

However, there were some red marks on it.

The shirt's collar was open, revealing her collarbone and an endless view of cleavage.

Vivian froze.

Fragmented images flashed through her mind - the race against time, the drug taking effect, the cold water in the bathtub, the burning kiss, and a man like a wild beast!

Just then.

The room door was pushed open from the outside.

The next moment.

Jack walked in from outside.

Jack was shirtless at the moment. His perfectly sculpted muscles were on full display in the morning light - broad shoulders, narrow waist, full of explosive power.

However, there were several noticeable scabs on his body that looked like gunshot wounds.

"You're awake?"

Seeing Vivian already sitting up.

Jack said calmly.

His voice still lazy, he placed a plate on the table and looked at Vivian, asking, "How do you feel?"

Vivian instinctively pulled the sheet, trying to cover her overly sexy figure, but her cheeks uncontrollably turned red.

"We..."

She wanted to ask about last night, but the words stuck in her throat - she didn't know how to say it.

"Yes."

Jack nodded, "Your temperature was very high at the time. If the drug's effects hadn't been released from your body, you might have died."

Vivian's face instantly turned red as those embarrassing scenes from last night flooded her mind like a tide.

She bit her lip, feeling extremely embarrassed inside. She felt Jack hadn't done anything wrong - he had saved her.

But still, she and Jack didn't know each other before.

Meeting by chance and having sex on their first meeting made Vivian feel somewhat awkward.

However.

Last night, her experience had been quite good.

"Eat something."

Jack pointed to the plate on the table, which contained hot milk and bread.

"The drug's effects have been completely released, so your body is fine now. But last night took a lot out of you, so you need to replenish your energy and rest well."

"If you need anything, you can call me." After Jack finished speaking, he walked to Vivian's side, picked up his own shirt from the bedside, and walked out while putting it on.

Vivian didn't dare look at Jack at all. Only after hearing the door close did she dare to raise her head. Looking at the steaming milk on the bedside table, Vivian felt a warmth in her heart.

She reached out and picked up the milk. The warm sensation spread from her fingertips to her heart, calming her down a bit.

In her mind, those fragmented scenes from last night surged uncontrollably again - the cold water, Jack's deep voice, and the two of them intertwined. Every detail became gradually clearer, making Vivian's cheeks flush.

Vivian took a sip of milk and looked down at the shirt she was wearing. This was Jack's shirt, with a faint scent of tobacco mixed with a cold breath. The smell wasn't unpleasant - in fact, it gave Vivian an inexplicable sense of security.

But at the same time, she felt somewhat at a loss.

What were they now?

Lifesaver?

Or one-night stand partners?

Vivian didn't know what to do. As a celebrity, her every move was closely watched. If what happened last night got out, it would definitely cause a sensation and affect her career.