With this in mind, Tilda shook off his hand and hissed, âDonât touch me.
Stay away!â
She had to leave immediately.
As soon as possible!
Tilda shook off Keanuâs hand and walked forward, feeling increasingly dizzy and hot.
She pinched her arm hard to stay rational and bit her lip, desperate to leave.
Suddenly, she felt someone grab her arm and turned to see it was Keanu.
âTilda, donât go,â he pleaded, his breath short and his hand burning hot.
Sensing something was amiss with Keanu, Tilda panicked.
It seemed like he had also consumed the drink that had been drugged.
It was evident that someone had set a trap for both of them.
Tilda tried to free herself from his grip.
âKeanu, Listen.
Weâve been drugged.
You need to-â
Before she could finish, Keanu pushed her against the wall, pressing his body against hers.
âTilda, I canât move on from you.
You havenât moved on from me either, right? Letâs start over.
I love you.
I really love you!â
His words were slurred with dizziness as he bent down to kiss her.
Tilda quickly turned her head, feeling his kiss land on her neck, making her body go limp and numb.
She wanted to push him away but couldnât help but moan, the desire both shaming and frustrating her.
âKeanu.
.
â
Before she could say more, Keanuâs head was struck by a bottle.
He groaned and collapsed to the floor.
Tildaâs chest heaved as she looked up with blurred vision.
In a daze, she saw a tall man striding toward her, appearing cold and furious.
She blinked her eyes, trying to get a clear view of the man approaching her.
Then she recognized that it was none other than Lyndon.
It was her husband.