Remarriage Failed Again Today

Aaron Wyatt was brought to a sealed room. It was laid out like a jail cell, but much larger.

The moment he was inside, the men holding him let go, left, and immediately locked the door.

The room was vast, but there was nothing in it except for a large iron plate blocking the view ahead.

Aaron Wyatt stared coldly at the iron plate, wondering what was behind it.

Suddenly, the iron plate began to rise, revealing the scene within—

Annabelle Linton was bound to the wall, her hands tied. Her face was flushed, and she squirmed restlessly, her eyes glazed over.

Beside her, a shirtless man was closing in, eyeing her like prey.

Aaron Wyatt could tell at a glance. She had been drugged!

He tried to go to her, to save her, but a door of iron bars blocked his path.

"Annabelle! Annabelle!"

The man let out a loud laugh. Rubbing his hands together, his eyes flashing with a lecherous green glint, he drew closer. "Haha, a true once-in-a-century beauty! What’s that old saying? Even dying would be worth it for a night with a beauty like you..."

Watching him approach Annabelle Linton, Aaron Wyatt slammed his fists against the iron gate. "Bastard! I won’t let you near her! If you dare touch her, I’ll make sure there’s not enough of you left to bury!"

The man turned and gave him a bored look. "Are you fucking annoying or what? You make it sound like I’m screwing *your* woman. Can you just shut up and stop making a racket?"

Aaron Wyatt pounded on the gate even harder. "Let her go! Don’t you touch her!"

The man glanced at Aaron Wyatt, decided to ignore him, and continued toward Annabelle Linton.

"Hey, little beauty, I’ll be gentle. Make sure to cry out when it feels good, okay? I love hearing a woman’s moans of pleasure..."

"Annabelle! Annabelle, get up! Snap out of it!" Aaron Wyatt shouted frantically.

The man moved closer to Annabelle Linton and began to slowly unfasten her clothes.

’Damn, what a once-in-a-century beauty,’ he thought. ’She’s gorgeous normally, but even more so when she’s drugged!’

Aaron Wyatt watched as Annabelle Linton’s head hung low, seemingly devoid of strength, her body twisting involuntarily. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

He began to kick the iron gate, again and again, with all his might.

The iron gate rattled under the force of his kicks, but it wouldn’t budge.

Just as the man was about to kiss Annabelle Linton, she suddenly opened her eyes and said in a cloyingly sweet voice, "Sir, could you untie my hands? I want to be able to help you in a bit, and I’m afraid you’ll hurt me."

As she spoke, Annabelle Linton gave him a seductive look. Seeing her act so coquettishly, the man’s blood began to boil.

But his expression changed in an instant. "You’re not planning to pull some kind of trick, are you?"

A sharp glint flashed in Annabelle Linton’s eyes, gone in a flash.

’In reality, the aphrodisiac they injected me with was useless!’

’I took an antidote before getting in the car. While the kidnappers were driving me through a tunnel, I secretly grabbed a pill with counteracting ingredients from the medical kit at my feet. It couldn’t neutralize the drug completely, but it took care of about sixty percent of its effects.’

’I also took a few syringes and a scalpel and strapped them to my stomach.’

’Thankfully, I wore a shirtdress today. It has a belt at the waist and is loose below the stomach, otherwise they would have found them long ago.’

’I was kidnapped like this in my past life, so I came prepared for a second time. I never thought I’d actually need it!’

"Sir, what kind of tricks do you think I could possibly pull? I’m all yours anyway..." Annabelle Linton looked at him, her face flushed, teasing him with her eyes.

The man was instantly overcome with lust. He puffed out his chest. "Alright, I’ll allow it! But you have to make sure I have a good time, you hear?"

Annabelle Linton gave a shy nod.

The man untied Annabelle Linton’s hands. Just as he freed the second one, she lifted her leg and kicked him hard, sending him sprawling to the ground!

Before he had any chance to react, she pulled out the scalpel and pressed it to his neck, her face ice-cold. "Give me the keys!"