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    Something was seriously wrong with her.


    The possibility hit him hard, leaving no room for doubt.


    “Drive faster, Maxwell!” Chris eximed, his voice cracking like a whip. Maxwell jammed his foot down on the gas pedal, and the car tore down the street, a blur of red taillights fading into the night.


    Back at the apartment, Chris pushed open the door to Maia’s room and carefully lowered her onto the bed.


    Earlier, he had already instructed Maxwell to track down someone from the ck market. Only they would have ess to the kind of antidote she needed.


    Standing over her, Chris watched helplessly as she twisted in agony, her flushed cheeks and furrowed brows painting a picture of pure torment.


    Hovering over her, Chris watched her squirm in difort, her flushed face damp with sweat and her slender body restless against the sheets. His fists curled tightly at his sides, rage gleaming in his eyes like sharpened steel.


    Chris turned around and walked out of the room to get a ss of cold water. When he came back, he lifted Maia against his chest and helped her drink the water, hoping it would ease her difort.


    However, Maia did not seem satisfied with the coolness of the water. She kept nuzzling against Chris’ chest, searching for the chill hidden beneath his shirt.


    Her hair was already a wild, soft mess, tousled like that of a little kitten, stirring something deep inside Chris.


    He fought hard to keep hisposure.


    After settling Maia back onto the bed, Chris reached out his hand to pull a nket over her.


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    Yet before he could do so, Maia suddenly threw her arms around his neck, yanked him downward without warning, and tilted her head up to press her lips to his cool ones.


    Chris felt a sudden fracture within his psyche, as if thest strand of his self-control had abruptly given way.


    He gently cradled Maia’s head, his lips hungrily drinking in the sweetness of hers.


    Their body heat intertwined through the fabric, igniting thetent desire simmering between them.


    The coolness of Chris’ hand contrasted sharply with Maia’s feverish skin, causing her to tremble.


    The sparks of longing within her red up, spreading swiftly through her being.


    Maia reciprocated his advances with increasing fervor, driven by her deep-seated yearning for relief.


    At that moment, Chris’ body stiffened unexpectedly.


    What was he contemting? Was he really about to take advantage of her vulnerability? Under the drug’s influence, Maiacked her usual lucidity. Should he simply go along with her impulses?


    Despite their marriage and his profound desire for her, the thought of exploiting herpromised state repelled him.


    He longed for her to engage willingly, not for him to capitalize on the situation in such a manner.


    Chris held back his rising emotions, lifted his gaze, and gently turned Maia’s face toward him. His voice was low and rough. “Maia, do you recognize me?”


    Her eyes fluttered open slowly. Gazing at Chris’ striking features, she broke into a spontaneous smile. “I know. You’re… Chris.”


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