Twin Treasures: The CEO Wife's 99-Day of Revelations

This scene was exactly what Taylor expected. He sat in the chair, just watching her, observing her eyes gradually grow dazed, noticing the blush rising on her cheeks, until she could barely stand.

”Tai... lor...”

Jocelyn Morgan was filled with an anger she couldn’t unleash, only feeling her throat dry to the extreme.

She could no longer see his face clearly, just a blurry shape sitting opposite her, overlapping in her vision, and then, it seemed like he stood up.

At this moment, Jocelyn still retained a bit of rationality, ”You can’t do this, don’t make a mistake that is unforgivable.” With each word, her throat burned painfully.

Not far from the castle, Ian Shelby had already set off from his palace, quickly heading in this direction.

He thought to himself that Taylor inviting Jocelyn was bound to be no good, definitely still entangled with her.

Moreover, arranging to meet at Aerie Castle was a bit unusual; as Ian Shelby’s steps quickened, he grew increasingly uneasy.

In the uniquely designed Aerie Castle, in the reception hall on the first floor.

The drug’s effect was too strong, Jocelyn felt overwhelmed, her thoughts temporarily clear, she wanted to leave, but her legs wouldn’t move, feeling like her body was no longer under the control of her mind.

Moreover, her body was becoming weaker, even holding onto the table to stand was difficult.

She saw that blurry shape get up and step by step walk towards her, soon colliding with her.

”Don’t... touch me... don’t...” she resisted.

How could she, drugged, be a match for an energetic man?

Taylor was already beside her, pulling her into his arms, breathing into her ear, ”Jocelyn, I like you. If only you’d give me the chance, you too would come to like me. I have a lot of qualities you haven’t seen yet.”

As he spoke, he reached out to play with her long hair, clearly obsessed with her.

Jocelyn instinctively leaned back, as if using all her strength, she just wanted to break free, by now her throat was so dry she couldn’t speak, ”No...”

Taylor greedily inhaled the scent emanating from her, enjoying it so much he closed his eyes, unable to resist reaching to undo her clothes, ”Jocelyn, I could be a better boyfriend.”

If previously it was fear that enveloped Jocelyn, now it was despair that surrounded her.

Because she had no strength left to resist at all.

Just then, Ian Shelby arrived at the door, noticing it was closed, with four guards posted outside, raising his suspicion.

Upon seeing Ian Shelby, the guards were taken aback, ”Prince Louis!” Their faces showed panic as they hurriedly greeted him!

”Open the door.” Ian’s lips barely moved, yet his presence was commanding.

The guards were Taylor’s men, unaware of the situation inside; they’d been instructed by Prince Taylor to let no one disturb them.

But they hesitated only for three seconds before voluntarily opening the tightly shut door, without consulting those inside.

The reason was simple: the man in front of them was the future King, someone they couldn’t afford to offend!

As soon as the door opened, Ian Shelby stepped inside, and the scene not far away came into view—

Jocelyn was pinned in the chair by Taylor, struggling.

”Taylor!” Ian’s eyes darkened, quickly advancing a few steps, ”What are you doing?!”

Hearing the shout, Taylor turned his eyes, but before he could react, he was grabbed by the collar by Ian and received a fierce punch to the face!

”Ah—!” With a scream of pain, Taylor, unprepared, was sent flying!