Aiden Sinclair awoke with a start, sitting bolt upright.
"What are you doing here?"
Memories came flooding back like a tidal wave. He remembered now. He had come up here yesterday looking for Nina Walsh, but then the drug had taken effect. It was so potent he could barely move and had to hide in a room. He couldn't recall what happened after that, only that there was a woman with him…
"What did you do to me!"
Aiden Sinclair gripped Clara Jacobs's wrist. His gaze was cold and sharp, and his murderous aura made it seem like he was about to kill someone.
Clara Jacobs's face contorted in pain, and she trembled inwardly. Aiden Sinclair's expression was terrifying.
"I didn't… It wasn't me… Aiden… It really wasn't me."
"Believe me, we're about to get engaged. Why would I use such methods and make you hate me?"
Aiden Sinclair forcefully flung her hand away, got up, dressed, and found his phone to make a call.
