AWAKENED ADRIAN LACANSTER

CHAPTER 6- Marry you?

Adrian had good reason to say so.

After processing the newly gained knowledge in his brain, and recalling the details of when he had been intimate with the woman, he was now absolutely certain that she had been drugged with a powerful, addictive aphrodisiac.

If she hadn’t accidentally ended up in his room, engaged with him, and had her condition neutralized by the energy in his body, she would have completely fallen into the hands of the man behind the drug, becoming his plaything.

"Thank you?"

Sophia scoffed, her voice trembled with rage.

"You took my dignity! You’re a rapist!"

Adrian remained unfazed.

"Your dignity would mean nothing if you were dead."

"And ... think carefully before you speak, you were the one who forced yourself on me," he said, his voice deep, steady.

“You liar, you b...”

Tears welled in Sophia’s eyes as she retorted,.

But then, her words faltered as the scenes from last night came rushing back to her.

Last night, she had a meeting with a big shot at a restaurant to seal a business deal.

But after accepting a glass of wine he handed her, everything went downhill.

Her body felt weak, her mind slipping away.

She noticed something was wrong, and found an excuse to hit the restroom, quickly pulling an emergency alarm nearby.

As chaos erupted around her, she run and dashed into a room, locking the door behind her, and...

and then ... she ... threw herself ... at this man?!

She couldn’t help but covered her face in her palms.

“Oh no!”

What had she done?

It was her doing ... she ‘raped’ an unconscious man!

Adrian sat up.

"You remember it now? You entered my room," he said casually.

"I was injured and was unconscious. If something happened between us, it wasn’t because I forced you."

Sophia’s grip on the sheets tightened.

"Shut up, will you?!"

She burst out crying.

The fact was too cruel for her that she couldn’t hold back anymore.

What had she done to deserve such misery?!

Seeing her so distressed, Adrian tilted his head slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“If you don’t mind, I can take responsibility and marry you ...”

... well, after I divorce, of course.

He finished inwardly.

The room fell into stunned silence.

For a moment, Sophia stared at him as if he had lost his mind.

And then she burst into a loud mocking laughter, with her tears still hanging on her face.

Her eyes flicked from Adrian’s composed, almost calculating demeanor to the disarray of the room and the bloodstains on his clothes.

"Me? Marry you?" She sneered, "Who do you think you are? A prince or what?”

As the young lady of the Aldridge family—one of the three major ruling families in the largest city, Windsong, of the northern region of Eldran Continent—Sophia knew very well she had every right to choose any man.

But definitely not a commoner, a nobody.

Adrian didn’t flinch, although he had no idea who this woman was.

"Maybe my current situation isn't ideal," Adrian said, his voice steady and unwavering, "but I trust in my mind and my abilities. I can give you happiness and protect you."

“Oh, piss off! You’re no match to me.” Sophia snarled.

From what she saw and concluded, this man might have done something bad, got knocked out, and was left in the room.

Yet now, he was acting all high and mighty in front of her.

People like him were the last ones she’d ever look at.

With this thought in mind, Sophia quickly regained her composure.

After all, as the renowned beauty CEO who built her own career and rose to power without her family influence in this remote city, her temperament and resolve far surpassed those of other women her age.

She reached for her purse, which had been discarded on the floor, pulled out a sleek, leather-bound checkbook, flipped it open and scribbled down a number.

She tore the check from the book, and extended it toward Adrian.

"That's $100,000," she said coolly. "From now on, I need you to forget about last night. Just pretend nothing happened.”

“Keep your mouth shut and don’t you dare take advantage of me,” She added threateningly, “otherwise, I won’t let you off the hook, you hear me?"

Adrian took the check and gave it a lazy glance.

A mocking smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Women... were they all the same?

Either ungrateful bitches or arrogant queens looking down on others?

"Shouldn't I be the one paying you?" he said, his voice cold and mocking.

"After all, you were the one so eager to please me last night. You pulled out all the stops — made sure I had a great time. So, tell me, how much do you want?"

"You... you..."

Already dressed and about to leave, Sophia was fuming.

Her face flushed red with rage, unable to form words.

This damn man — he was infuriating! Ahhh!

Just then, her legs buckled, and a fine layer of sweat broke out on her forehead.

Her hands instinctively reached for her bag, fingers turning pale.

Her breathing grew rapid, as if an invisible hand were squeezing her throat.

Oh no, not now!

She suddenly remembered — she hadn't brought her medicine!

Adrian frowned and quickly rushed over.

Feeling her pulse, his expression soon turned serious.

He picked her up, placed her on the sofa, and started unbuttoning her collar and buttons.

Sophia struggled to breathe, her eyes filled with despair and pain.

She had suffered from severe, acute asthma since childhood — the kind that could turn deadly in an instant.

Yet even now, the man before her was trying to take advantage of her weakness?

The thought of facing humiliation even at death’s door made her wish she could just die on the spot.