I was held by him like that, standing stiffly in place.
After a long time, I gently shook my head: “I don’t hate you.
This was the truth.
Hearing this, Ferris’s arms suddenly tightened, as if afraid I would suddenly disappear. His hand caressed my cheek, his fingertips warm, gently rubbing, as if confirming that I truly existed in his arms.
Only now did he dare to believe–I still belonged to him.
The places he had kissed burned like flames licking them.
He had always been self–controlled, but at this moment he was gradually losing control.
Ferris suddenly gripped the back of my head and kissed me fiercely, with venting and longing.
He didn’t care what purpose I held now. Tonight, he wanted me–without question!
I sensed his emotional change, and while he loosened his grip slightly, I spoke softly: “I’m a bit scared… could we have some wine first?”
His breathing was slightly heavy, looking at my moist eyes, his Adam’s apple rolled lightly, and he nodded: “Alright.”
I turned to go to the wine cellar and took out the bottle of spirits with the highest alcohol content. While pouring the wine, I quietly mixed the medicine Cynthia had given me earlier into Ferris’s glass.
I had waited too long for the account cancellation certificate, so long that I realized he might not sign to agree to let me leave.
So, I could only find a way myself.
This time, I had to ensure foolproof success.
Get Ferris drunk, collect his fingerprints, and the documents would still be effective.
If Ferris were sober, he would never let me succeed.
1 carried the wine glasses back to the living room, handed one to him, and took one myself. To dispel his doubts, I took a sip, and my throat immediately burned like fire.
“Cheers.” I raised my glass and said softly.
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