She had gotten drugged. On the brink of losing consciousness and getting violated by another man against her will, the city’s most chaste man swoops her away from danger’s deadly clutches. Not only was he untempted by her body, but he even asked a doctor to save her. His noble acts sparked endless gratitude within her. Yet, as she mustered all her courage to finally thank him, his dark eyes narrowed…
Chapter 1 Matthew Tyson
He splashed Clarissa’s feverish body with cold water, waking her up from a moment of stupor.
She looked up to see the man whom she had latched on to standing right in front of her.
The man removed his coat and tossed it to the ground. Looking tall and handsome, he was dressed in a white shirt and a pair of black suit pants. He had chiseled features like those of a male model, and his eyes especially looked astute and callous.
“Sober now?” His voice was extremely cold and stern.
“I’m sorry,” Clarissa said in embarrassment.
She had just gotten off the plane to visit her mother whom she hadn’t seen for years. Yet never in her wildest dream did she expect her mother to drug and deliver her to the bed of a perverted old man.
Confused and delirious, she had grabbed hold of a stranger.
If not for this fine gentleman, she wouldn’t dare to imagine what would become of her now.
Clarissa huddled in the bathtub and lowered her head to hide the pain in her eyes, not realizing how seductive she looked with her dress clinging damply to her skin.
Matthew squinted his eyes. Is she really not trying to seduce me?
“Mr. Tyson.” Donnie’s voice sounded at the bathroom door. “The doctor and the clothes are here.”
“Thank you,” Clarissa piped up as she lifted her head. “I’m so sorry for the trouble.”
There was no need for explanation because they were only strangers to each other. She had noticed the man’s inquisitive and derisive gaze, reckoning that he would only misunderstand her for having an ulterior motive if she were to explain herself.