Chapter 341

Nolan leaves with Giselle in his arms, not many people see them. However, they were seen by Maverick’s friend. He quickly snapped a photo and sent it, “It’s over, your ex-wife and her toy boy are going home.” At that time, in the CEO's office of the Hyland Group, Maverick had just finished some work. He was leaning back in his chair, rubbing his tired brows, when his phone rang twice. He glanced at it and reached out to take it. There were several unread messages. He swiped to open them. With just one look, he shot up from his seat. The next second, he made a phone call. “Where did they go?" On the other end of the line, the person also did not know and said regretfully, “I have no idea." No sooner had he finished speaking than there was a beep on the other end of the phone. Maverick ended the call. On Nolan's side, he had been drinking, luckily his assistant was waiting in the car all along. When he saw Nolan carrying Giselle into the car, the assistant was very surprised, “Brother Yi, what’s going on?” “Stop talking. To the hospital!” Nolan's voice sounded both heavy and urgent. On hearing this, the assistant didn't dare to ask any more questions and quickly started the car. However, in the back of the car, a woman's light panting sounds were heard from time to time, which made him extremely embarrassed. "Heat..." Giselle felt like she was surrounded by a sea of fire, the scorching heat suffocating her. The effect of the drug was swift, obviously potent. Unable to resist, her hand kept reaching out for Nolan. Only by holding onto him did she feel slightly relieved, but it wasn't enough... She longed to get closer, to crave more. Nolan loved Giselle. Under normal circumstances, if Giselle showed this kind of passion, he would undoubtedly conquer her without a second thought. But now she was drugged, he couldn't take advantage of the situation. "Sister, hang in there. We will be at the hospital soon." Nolan was consoling Giselle while resisting her advances. Giselle clung to his neck, whimpering as if crying, "Help me, I'm so hot, so hot..." She started to tear at her clothes, her nails scratching her skin from the force. However, she couldn't feel the pain, only the feeling of being at death's door. Nolan held Giselle's hand to prevent her from ravaging her clothes... Seeing how miserable she was, he felt extremely anxious. "Drive faster!" He urged his assistant up front. The assistant sped up, but soon came to a stop. "Brother Yi, we can't continue. There's a traffic jam up ahead." Nolan poked his head out, indeed, there was an unending queue ahead. "Uhh~" Cries from Giselle could be heard intermittently. She struggled free from Nolan's control, frantically trying to tear off her clothes. The dress she wore to the cocktail party was already thin. As she tugged at it, her chest was bare, exposing her black bra. She was dressed so provocatively, was this some kind of joke? Nolan took a deep breath. His suit jacket was in the car. He grabbed it and draped it over Giselle. In front of him, his assistant turned around, “Brother Yi, what should we do now? It seems like Yan is no longer able to control herself.” The assistant was worldly-wise and had noticed on the way that Giselle had been drugged, “If we continue like this, even if we reach the hospital, Yan will probably be tortured badly. Her body won't be able to take it.” Nolan furrowed his brows, no time to hesitate, he said, “Turn around, go to the nearest hotel.” Upon hearing that, the assistant immediately turned the car around. The car sped off, soon they arrived at a hotel. The assistant went to the front desk to get a room while Nolan carried Giselle straight up from the underground car park. As soon as they entered the room, Giselle went wild. She held onto Nolan, her lips landed on his. Nolan avoided her, she only managed to kiss his cheek. Giselle's lips were soft, her body smelled wonderful... While carrying her, Nolan already felt a little uneasy, now even more so. “Save me...” Giselle's voice softened to the point of allure. Nolan watched her red lips, opening and closing in front of his eyes, casting a deadly temptation. He couldn’t control himself anymore, bent down, ready to kiss her passionately. Their lips were only an inch apart, and again Giselle's soft pleading voice slipped out, "Maverick, save me..." Nolan paused. He took a deep breath with Giselle in his arms, threw her onto the bed, then quickly stepped out and closed the bedroom door behind him, heading into the bathroom. The suite they were in had a bathtub, with a bath bag laid in it. Nolan turned on the cold water tap. Outside, the bedroom door opened. Nolan heard the sound and hurried out. Giselle once again wrapped her arms around his neck, she was obviously not in her right mind now. She kissed him wildly while he held her. Seeing her in such great discomfort, he really wanted to help her, he really did... However, he was also scared, scared of what might happen after. Giselle might hate him to death, so he could only bear with it. The relentless heat and emptiness within her body drove Giselle to a point of extreme desire but also extreme desperation... "Help me, please help me..." Many thoughts flooded into Nolan's mind, tormenting him. "Sis, the bath will be ready soon, just endure a bit longer." "Mm~" Giselle began to cry again. At the same time, there was a persistent, relentless knocking on the door. Nolan managed to placidly settle Giselle on the sofa, quickly ran over, expecting his assistant. However, once he opened the door, it was Maverick standing on the other side. Maverick's gaze shifted. And there he saw Giselle, her clothes disheveled, on the sofa. In an instant, dizziness threatened to consume Maverick. The next second, his fist was flying towards Nolan. With a heavy punch, Nolan staggered backward before collapsing onto the floor. Before he could even rise, Maverick clenched Nolan's collar. His eyes were bloodshot, murderous, "How dare you touch her, you actually dared to touch her." Following another punch, Giselle, on the sofa, turned and fell off. Upon hearing a thud, even though Maverick was out of his mind, he still rushed past Nolan to her side. At that moment, he realized something was off. Giselle was tugging at her clothes, her pained expression painfully evident. Maverick scooped her up in his arms. Giselle's hands instinctively reached out for him, "Help me, it hurts...help me..." With a tightened breath, Maverick realized, Giselle did not do it on her own accord. Instead, she was— "You dare to drug her!" Nolan looked at Maverick. He could tell that if Maverick really found out that he was responsible, he might actually kill him – if not, he might wish he were dead. "It wasn't me." Nolan said. "Someone else drugged my sister." Giselle whimpered, kissing Maverick. Maverick, holding her face, looked at Nolan, "You ought to leave." Nolan replied, "You cannot touch her." Taking a deep breath, he pointed at the bathroom, "I have filled the bath with cold water. Don't touch her; use the cold water to cool her down." Maverick picked up Giselle and surprisingly complied with Nolan's suggestion. He carefully placed her into the bathtub. After that, he returned to shoo away Nolan, "You can leave now." Nolan, distrustful of Maverick, answered, "I won't leave." "When I came up, there were a bunch of reporters downstairs. Are you sure you're not leaving?" All this while, Nolan received a call from his assistant, who sounded panicked. "Mr. Yi, there are many reporters blocking the hotel, claiming to expose an affair."