Avery shook the goblet and was about to have a sip of the wine. She saw Jackson pressed the goblet in Gabrielle's hand, "You still want to drink the wine?"

His pressing made the goblet fall to the ground.

Gabrielle was very dissatisfied. "Why can't I drink the wine? Didn't you say it was a gift for my sister and Charles?"

Then she reached over and grabbed the goblet of Avery. She drank wine. It's too late to stop her.

Gabrielle suddenly wanted to drink the wine. She suspected that there was something wrong with the wine?

Otherwise, Gabrielle wouldn't have thrown the goblet to the ground and took the opportunity to grab hers to drink.

All of Gabrielle's actions were seen through by Jackson. They were really sisters. Jackson did not stop her and let her drink the wine.

"Get the princess another goblet." Jackson hummed, "You think there is something wrong with the wine?"

Avery did not speak. She had been passively brought here. Of course, she should be cautious.

Jackson smiled evilly and reminded her, "We are drinking the same bottle of wine."

Of course, he could not convince her. What if they had antidotes in advance?

Charles looked at her obstinate and cautious manner and shrugged, "Forget it. Since you do not want to drink wine, you can have spaghetti."

Then he held up the fork on the table and handed it to Avery.

On the contrary, Avery was embarrassed. She felt she misunderstood him.

So she took the fork and began to eat the spaghetti. No one could have the chance to put drugs in the spaghetti, because it had been made by her in person.

Perhaps she was wrong. Just now, Gabrielle had taken the goblet from her hand and had drunk the wine, but she was fine now.

Avery should be too cautious.

There was a kind of unspeakable embarrassment between the four.

Even so, Charles wanted time to pass slowly.

After finishing her meal, Avery put down her fork. Although it was rude, she could not help but ask, "When can I go out?"

Eating seemed like a mission.

Charles had a smile on his face, "Anytime. I'll get the car."

Avery did not expect things to go well. She nodded without hesitation, got up, and went to Gabrielle to hold her hand, "Gabrielle."

"I'll take you, Avery." Gabrielle interrupted her. She could guess what Avery wanted to say.

Charles stopped them, "Wait. I have something for you."

Avery turned around, wondering what he wanted to do.

"Could you come with me?" Charles' eyes were full of sincerity. At the moment, it was as if he hadn't changed at all.

Avery was embarrassed about what had happened just now and followed him upstairs without hesitation.

She was eager to go back, and she felt hot. There was sweat on the tip of her nose.

The door was closed. Avery looked up blankly at Charles, who was against the door and locked it.

"You..."

Charles did not speak but looked at her. Suddenly, he walked to her and held her up, "Sorry, I want you tonight."

Avery did not expect that he would suddenly hold her. She wanted to resist, but she had no strength. She felt that the chandelier suddenly was shining over the head of Charles.

Her body began to soften. She was familiar with the symptom. After all, Charles had drugged her last time.

Avery hadn't drunk the wine, and she had made the spaghetti in person. Where was wrong?

"Hmm." The drug effect came so quickly that she was writhing in the man's arms.

He was kicking open the door of the bedroom. Charles put her on the big soft bed and kissed her forehead.

"Is that all you can do, Charles? You are mean!" She was so naive. How could she believe this man who has tried to get her?

"I'm a doctor. Drugs are my weapons. If I don't use this method, what do you like me to use? I said I must have you." He always wanted this woman.

Avery was especially charming tonight.

There was an intolerable excitement in him, and he has never wanted her so badly.

Suddenly his tie was torn. Avery was hot, clutching at him, and touched his muscles.

Charles got hard and wanted to have sex with her immediately.

But it's not the time. He wanted her to beg him.

Avery shook her head to be sober. Charles put his hands on her cheeks and fixed her head, "My good girl. You will be very comfortable."

Avery closed her eyes and did not want to see him. She bit her teeth, "It's the fork?"

Charles didn't answer the question, but he knew she was still wondering why she would be like this.

Charles pressed her under his body and smoothed her messy hair, "You are very clever. I put the drug on your fork."

No wonder he didn't insist on letting her drink because he knew that even if she didn't drink, she would use the fork.

Everything in front of Avery's eyes wobbled. Her body was hot.

"Isn't it hot?" The drug was specially made by him. It was colorless and tasteless.

"Hmm."

"I'll fan you?" Charles fanned her hot cheeks with his hand.

Avery felt that he was like a piece of ice. His hand was cold, which made her very comfortable.

She grabbed his big palm, pressed it against her cheek, and wriggled impatiently, "It's comfortable."

Her soft sound was undoubtedly the strongest catalyst.

Charles couldn't hold himself any longer.

Avery was almost unconscious. She couldn't see the man in front clearly.

"Do you want me?" The devil's invitation came from hell.

"Yes." Avery couldn't tell who the man was, but she felt that Evan's face was magnified before her eyes, "I want you."

"Beg me, and I will do what you want."

Avery blushed and said, "Please."

Charles felt Avery was out of control by the drug effect.

He was so happy that he kept smiling.

Avery was unconscious and wanted to relieve the heat in her body.