The Killer Queen with Multiple Disguises by Novia Ford
Chapter 70

Chapter 70

You don't feel sorry for yourself, I feel sorry for Hedy, who is very thirsty.

She answered the Olympiad questions for several hours, and she didn't drink any water in the middle. As soon as the elevator door closed, she lifted the water glass to her lips. Before the water enters the mouth, the nose first smells the faint fruity aroma of lemon.

Emily gave it wrong?"

Hedy put down the water glass, feeling a little conflicted in his heart.

She doesn't like lemons.

"When we get to Preston's room, let's pour some water."

Hedy whispered to himself, and came to the presidential suite where Preston was.

"Knock knock."

The door opened.

Preston was wearing a white shirt, the buttons were fastened meticulously, and the notebook on the table behind him was brightly lit, probably dealing with official business. "Why did you bring a glass of water?" His brows and eyes were slightly curved, a little curious.

"My teammates gave it wrong, I don't like lemonade." Hedy walked

into the room.

"Give it to me." Preston took the lemonade, raised his head and drank half a glass, and said in a magnetic voice, "There is warm water on the table." He knew Hedy's drinking habits.

"Yeah."

Hedy went in to pour water, took several sips in a row, and repeated the movement of Preston just drinking water in his mind, feeling a little subtle. With Preston's status, shouldn't he just drink the water provided by others without warning?

Although this level of trust does make her comfortable.

"Your injury..."

Hedy put down the water glass, and just said three words, the crisp sound of glass shattering came from his ears.

She turned sharply, and found that Preston's arms were against the wall, and Susan's tall and straight body was shaking, with her head drooping.

Not far from his feet, there was a pile of broken glass and water stains.

The mark on the shard told Hedy that it was the cup she had just served him.

"What's wrong?" Hedy hurried over to help Preston.

"I don't know."

Preston shook his head, his eyes were dark, his ears were ringing badly, and his body was also cold.

"Sit down first!"

Hedy helped Preston into the bedroom, leaned against the head of the bed, and put his palm against the man's forehead to test the

temperature.

The man closed his eyes, he felt her palm was so soft and hot even though his whole body was cold.

Like dry wood meeting an open flame, the coldness in his body faded away, and was covered inch by inch by the heat.

"Why is the temperature rising again?" Hedy asked in a puzzled tone.

The temperature on Preston's body is rising at a speed visible to the naked eye.

His breathing became more and more rapid, and finally became a gasp, accompanied by some unspeakable desire.

At this point, Preston understood what was going on.

He opened his eyes and looked at the shards of glass, his eyes showed murderous intent, his voice was hoarse from the gasp before, "There is a love potion in the water."

If Hedy drank the water, she was the one who got the love potion.

This assumption made him unable to stop killing.

"Emily 's mind is pure, it's impossible, and she can't touch this kind of thing."

Hedy squeezed the hand under the sleeve tightly, with a tone of

remorse.

Preston trusted her, but she brought danger to Preston...

"Maybe she didn't know that the water was tampered with." Preston closed his eyes again, and his hoarse and deep voice became more calm, "You go out first."

Maybe it's because of the drugs, everything about Hedy became clear.

Her breath, her temperature, her curves, her lips, and even the feeling of her being held in his arms all clearly appeared in his mind.

From the first time they slept in the same bed until now, he has been avoiding thinking about it.

He was bred and respectful and never offended her, not even touching her cheek.

The only two intimate contacts, one was when she cried at night, and he embraced her out of comfort.

Once in Geary Village, the single bed was so small she had to cling to him...

damn.

Thinking about it this way made my body feel even hotter.

Preston couldn't hold back, let out a heavy gasp, his chest rose and fell rapidly.

Hedy is like a spring to him at this moment.

The more deliberately ignored in the past, the more I want to ask for it now, and it has bottomed out.

However, this guy still stood where he was and did not leave.

"Let's go!"

Preston growled, his tone tinged with anger.

He is not a saint.

If he stays again, he doesn't guarantee what he will do to her next.

Over twenty-seven years old, he clearly distinguishes between physical needs and inner needs.

The so-called self-cleaning is just not wanting to waste time on

inappropriate women.

Hedy is different.

Her appearance was like a necessity tailor-made by God for all his preferences.

How much patience does he need, so that he can not put her under him. at this moment and ask for anything.

Zip...

This is the sound of a zipper being pulled open.

Preston opened his lustful eyes suddenly, and looked at the girl in front of him in shock.

The girl is about to undress.

"What are you doing?!"

He grabbed her hand and asked angrily.

"Help you."

Hedy parted her red lips with a calm expression.

This matter started because of her, and she should solve it.

She couldn't find another clean woman to come over for a while, so she could only do it by herself.

Although she has always been chaste in these two lives, chastity is too frivolous for a killer.

Not a baby.

"You have to take everything on yourself?"

Preston laughed angrily, he knew what was going on in Hedy's head!

"Is there a problem?" Hedy asked softly.

She has been like this since she was a child.

That's the only way to come here.

There is no second choice.

Her expression and attitude made Preston's heart twitch,

"You don't love yourself, I love you.

After finishing speaking, he got up and grabbed Hedy's wrist, pushing Hedy out of the bedroom.

With a bang, the door was slammed shut.

Hedy stood at the door in a daze.

She felt something hit her, and then disappeared.

The sound of water came from inside the door.

The sound of water didn't stop until five o'clock in the morning.

Hedy unscrewed the handle and saw water stains flowing all the way from the bathroom to the bed.

Preston was drenched and fell unconscious on the bed.

The white shirt soaked in water was tighter than when it was dry, revealing the bandages wrapped around the shoulders.

The blood from the wound had spilled onto the surface of the shirt.

Hedy paused for a moment, took the medicine kit and walked to the bedside, intending to treat his wound.

But the man was extremely vigilant, just as Hedy was about to unbutton him, he opened his eyes and grabbed her thin white wrist.

Those eyes, as deep as the vast night sky, were hazy and not clear.

It is a symbol of being burned.

"You..." Hedy opened his mouth.

The man didn't listen, and pulled her onto the bed, covered her with a quilt, and hugged her in his arms,

"Go to sleep, you will be able to do other things when you are full."

He is a very qualified sleeping companion.

Hedy was held in Preston's arms like this, feeling his breath on his neck and the drops of water dripping from his hair.

"No, your injury will continue..."

Hedy struggled to break free, but found that the man was extremely strong.

He wrapped her in his arms domineeringly, making her unable to move at all. She heard his heartbeat, strong and powerful.

As she listened, her own heartbeat also unknowingly accelerated a little.

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