Chapter 2 Bathe In Cold Water

Freya was so startled by Brennan's gaze that she sobered up a little. It seemed that the effect of the drug was alleviated.

Brennan looked at the almost naked woman in front of him and asked coldly, "Who are you?"

"I... I'm Freya Walton," Freya answered subconsciously and shivered in fear.

But the drug was still taking effect, so Brennan's fierce voice became particularly pleasant in her ears, making her desire uncontrollably surge out once again.

At this moment, there was only one thought in Freya's mind. She wanted to have sex with Brennan.

Freya raised her head and smiled at Brennan flatteringly. "Let me hug you, okay?"

Before Brennan could say anything, she climbed onto the bed again, hugged him tightly, and rubbed herself against his strong body.

Her sudden movements made Brennan's body stiffen for a moment. But only after a second, he returned to normal and said coldly, "Let go of me."

But Freya refused and murmured, "No..."

Her red lips fell on Brennan's temple.

Freya was now overwhelmed by the lust. Her hands kept rubbing Brennan's body and her skin constantly moved against his.

She felt so lustful now that she became impatient. It was as if she wanted to swallow him.

The lust in her body was getting more and more intense.

She didn't even notice the burning fury on his face now.

Brennan stared at the lustful woman in front of him in disbelief, feeling ridiculous.

He had been in a coma for a long time. But as soon as he opened his eyes, such a dubious and dissolute woman was on his bed, wanting to have sex with him.

Where was the butler? Was he dead?

Brennan's eyes narrowed dangerously.

Of course, he couldn't stand this kind of thing.

Brennan had been in bed for several months, so his body had become a little strange to him. He couldn't keep his balance, so he struggled to get up from the bed.

Freya caught up with him. With lust written all over her face, she wrapped her arms around his waist and groaned, "Don't go..."

"Come here!" Brennan grabbed her wrist, pulled her out of bed, and dragged her into the bathroom mercilessly.

Freya was still not in her mind. All she felt was the pain in her wrist. Then she was thrown into the bathtub.

When she raised her head again, she saw Brennan looking down at her expressionlessly. Then he reached out and picked up the shower head.

The shower switch was turned on.

Suddenly, the cold water splashed on her face.

The cold water poured into her mouth and nose. She was choked and coughing violently. She couldn't breathe.

Freya felt so cold that she shivered. She held the edge of the bathtub with one hand and protected herself with the other.

However, Brennan didn't show any mercy at all. He even increased the water flow.

"It's cold!"

Freya couldn't stand it anymore. She raised her hand and grabbed the hem of Brennan's clothes, begging him to stop.

But he only slapped her hand away.

Fortunately, the steady flow of cold water dispelled the heat in her body.

The unspeakable desire in her body was finally relieved.

She lay prone on the edge of the bathtub, soaked all over. Her thin underwear stuck to her skin, outlining her attractive curve.

Her big eyes looked at him. Her eyelashes were wet, and she looked so pitiful under the light.

When Brennan saw this scene, his eyes became sharper. He didn't even have any evil thoughts.

He stared at Freya unblinkingly.

Upon seeing that she finally sobered up, he saw the fear in her eyes. He asked coldly, "Are you sober now?"

The pressure and coldness from Brennan's body overwhelmed Freya. She was almost out of breath.

She nodded with difficulty and said in a small voice, "Yes."

Brennan threw the shower head away and crossed his arms over his chest. "Okay. Now let's talk about why you are in my bed."