Eventually, he settled on the tender flesh beneath his arm.


    Having thought it through, Nathan moved closer to Lucinda and extended his hand to remove the towel from her mouth.


    As soon as he did that, his attention was captured by a message inscribed on it, “If you dare take the towel out of my mouth, you’ll be in deep trouble when I regain my senses tomorrow! Hurry and put it back! How dare you allow me to bite you to release my anger? If I discover any bite marks on you tomorrow, I’ll vanish to a ce you’ll never find.


    We will never meet in this life! That’s it.


    ”


    Nathan was left stunned.


    Lucinda had meticulously orchestrated every detail, predicting his every move.


    Helplessly slumping by the bedside, Nathan found himself unable to do anything but sit there, filled with anxiety.


    Seeing the bloodstains and wounds on Lucinda’s usual pale wrists and ankles bing more prominent and rming, Nathan couldn’t just stand and watch.


    Left with no alternative, he brought out a potent tranquilizer.


    To spare Lucinda from more agony, he decisively injected the syringe into her arm, gently administering the medicine.


    As the full dose of the tranquilizer took effect, Lucinda’s resistance gradually waned, and she finallyy in a state of calm.


    Weary and afflicted, Nathan touched Lucinda’s unconscious face, fervently wishing he could bear all the pain on her behalf.


    Following a brief moment of sorrow, Nathan adeptly located the keys to the handcuffs and shackles inside the bedside table drawer.


    This setup had been cleverly arranged by Lucinda in advance.


    She had a habit of hiding small keys in various ces such as table Lamp stands or drawers, assuming Nathan was unaware.


    Having freed Lucinda from her restraints, Nathan swiftly lifted her, with one hand under her knee and the other securely on her shoulder.


    He carried her downstairs and headed to the garage to drive her to theboratory for transfusions.


    Meanwhile, back at Cyrus’ vi, in the study, time seemed to fly by as Noelle was fully absorbed.


    It felt like just a few minutes to her, yet in reality, thirty minutes had already passed.


    Noelle had only managed tomit half of the contents Cyrus nned to test her on that night to memory when he entered.


    With a glimmer of hope, Noelle willingly underwent Cyrus’ formal spot check.


    Seeing Noelle’s nervous gulp, Cyrus, not wanting to be too harsh, opted for rtively simple French words for the memorization task.


    “What’s the definition of ‘déja vu’?”


    “Huh?” Noelle responded, puzzled.


    The sudden question left her bewildered.


    “Cyrus, I haven’t had a chance to study French words tonight.


    I focused on theprehension part.


    Can we review that instead?”


    Cyrus let out a deep sigh, taking on the role of an educator with a touch of frustration.


    Remaining firm, he persisted, “Even if you didn’t read French words tonight, you went through themst night.Têxt belongs to N?velDrama.Org.


    I’m aware you’ve covered this section.


    ”