Chapter 36 Violet Can't Escape

Holy crap! What on earth is happening? She was absolutely confident in her medical skills. She had already administered acupuncture to him—there was no way he should still be reacting. Just as Violet tried to wriggle out of the man's arms, a deep, husky voice rumbled in her ear. "Don't move." Violet froze instantly, blinking rapidly, her eyes dry with tension. Ten seconds passed. Thirty seconds passed. A full minute went by. The man remained motionless, still holding her tightly. Violet began analyzing in her mind. The drug in Wesley Merritt's body had indeed been suppressed by her acupuncture. His current state was probably just mistaking her for a pillow. So tight—the man's grip made her uncomfortable. Violet struggled to free herself from his arms. She twisted and pushed, her face turning red from effort, but failed completely. How could he still be this strong in this condition? She poked his muscular arm. It was as hard as stone—no wonder he had such strength. "Ha—" Violet yawned