28 Do You Want Me to Be Your Antidote
“I’ll give you a ride there,” Brian said.
Chloe refused. “No need. Please have your driver stop here, Mr. Steele. I can go in my friend’s car.”
“What if I insist?” Brian’s lips curved into a faint smile, his long fingers still locked firmly around Chloe’s
wrist.
His cool fingertips pressed against her overheated skin, sending a strange shiver through her.
She frowned. “Let go.”
A glint flickered in Brian’s eyes as the pads of his fingers brushed lightly against her wrist. “Do you truly
want me to let go?”
Chloe shivered, a tingling numbness spreading from her wrist to her entire body. The restless heat inside
her only grew stronger.
“Ms. Quall, you don’t look well. Do you still want to go to the police station?” Brian’s voice brushed against
her ear.
Chloe pressed her lips together, watching his thin lips move, and her throat suddenly felt dry. She wanted
a sip of water.
Or maybe she wanted something else.
The restless heat burning inside her was a warning. The drug’s haze was stronger than she’d imagined.
She needed to find a way to calm herself down first.
“If it’s not too much trouble, Mr. Steele, could you take me to a hospital instead?” Chloe asked
breathlessly, forcing her gaze away from him.
Under the drug’s influence, Brian seemed like an irresistible treat, making her ache to draw closer, to
taste, to devour-
“Enough!” Chloe snapped at herself inwardly, forcing the thought away.
“Instead of going to the hospital, wouldn’t it be quicker just to use the antidote?” Brian asked.
“Antidote?” Chloe blinked in confusion.
“I could be your antidote, Ms. Quall. What do you think?” His casual tone made it sound as though he
were speaking of something utterly trivial.
Chloe nearly choked on her own breath.
Could the antidote he meant really be what she thought?
In the front seat, Milton and William sat in stunned silence.
Had they heard correctly? Had Brian just said that he could be Chloe’s antidote? When had Brian ever spoken to a woman like that?
He’d always treated women with indifference. Once, a socialite from Corvessia had confessed her love to him and threatened to throw herself off a building if he refused to give her a chance.
“If I can’t even have a chance at your love, then I might as well be dead,” the socialite had sobbed, tears streaking down her face.
“Then go ahead and jump,” Brian had replied, lighting a cigarette nonchalantly as his gaze lingered on her. “Because I will never love you.”
The crowd had frozen when Brian suddenly seized the socialite and hauled her to the very edge of the
rooftop terrace.
“If you don’t dare to jump, should I give you a push?”
Her face had drained of all color as she stumbled away, nearly tripping over herself in her desperate
attempt to escape.
From that moment on, the women who admired Brian no longer dared to make dramatic threats in front
of him.
Some even claimed that a man like him would never love any woman at all.
But now, Brian was actually willing to get involved with Chloe?
The very idea was like a bolt of lightning.
At that instant, Chloe felt as if she, too, had been struck.
“You don’t mean… using your body to neutralize the drug, do you?” she asked.
“Precisely.” Brian suddenly leaned in, his body tilting toward hers. “I’d like to think this body of mine is in pretty good shape. If you require it, you’re welcome to make use of it anytime.”
Chloe was at a loss for words. She’d never heard a man speak of such a thing in such lofty, almost
transcendent terms.
“No, thank you. I don’t need it.”
“Are you certain you don’t?” Brian’s cool breath brushed against her face as his fingers slowly trailed upward along her arm.
That chill tangled with the heat burning through her body, stoking a hunger she struggled to resist.
Suppressing the rising desire coursing through her body, Chloe twisted her hand and seized Brian’s wrist at the pulse point, her eyes blazing. “All I need, Mr. Steele, is for you to take me to the hospital!”
Chloe was clearly running a fever and sensitive under the drug’s influence. Yet, her gaze remained clear and unyielding, refusing to bow to her desire.
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In that moment, Brian couldn’t tear his eyes away from her face. His heart hammered harder than ever, as though something inside him was slowly beginning to shift.
After a long silence, Brian let out a quiet laugh. “All right. I’ll take you to the hospital.”
Curtis had never imagined that one day he would find himself entering a police station under such
circumstances.
The two men had already confessed that Helen and Joanne had paid them to carry out the act. Their
phones even contained transfer records from Helen.
In her statement, Helen kept insisting that she was innocent. She claimed she’d only given the men money and had never actually instructed them to do anything.
On the other hand, Joanne repeatedly argued that Sonya had hinted at it and that she’d only done it because she’d wanted to help Sonya.
Sonya, however, denied everything, saying she knew nothing. Inwardly, she cursed Helen and Joanne half
to death.
It was so typical of small–town people. They couldn’t even handle something this simple! All the hints she’d given them had been completely wasted.
Curtis sat in the lobby of the police station, his mind in turmoil.
He’d initially hoped to use tonight’s banquet as an opportunity to explore new partnerships.
But after what had happened, there was no chance of that now. He wasn’t even sure if the existing projects could be kept on track.
Worse still, Green Tech’s stock price was bound to take a serious hit.
“Oh, where’s Chloe? Why hasn’t she arrived yet?” Curtis asked the officer.
“Ms. Quall wasn’t feeling well and went to the hospital first. We’ll be sending officers there to take her statement,” the officer replied.
Curtis froze, a wave of worry rising in his chest as he dialed Chloe’s number.
The call connected a moment later, but the voice on the other end was a man’s.
“Curtis? Looking for Chloe?”
“Who is this?” The faintly familiar voice sent a ripple of unease through Curtis.
“Brian Steele.” His tone was as cold as steel.
“Where’s Chloe? Why do you have her phone?” Curtis asked, his tone tight with anxiety.
“Oh, she’s asleep. Do you need something? I can pass it along when she wakes up,” Brian said.
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Curtis‘ grip on the phone tightened instantly. A sharp ache laced with a bitter sting clawed at his chest.
He’d always thought that a man like Brian would never spare Chloe a second glance.
But now Chloe was asleep at Brian’s side. What could that possibly mean?
