Revenge is Best Served… After Reborn

James had never been on quard around Ben, the woman who had raised him since he was a child. However, Sophie knew all about Bea’s manipulations

In their past life, it was Bea who had orchestrated her union with James. At that time, Bea had slipped a drug into the red wine, without even informing Sophie beforehand.

That’s why Sophie had deliberately avoided drinking any wine just now

“Am I just bring paranoid?” she wondered after a fruitless search

Late at night, as Sophie lay tossing and tuming in her bed, she faintly heard some noises coming from downstairs.

Ever since James started coming home more often, he had prepared a quest room for himself, and they continued to sleep in separate rooms every night.

Sophie opened her door and saw that the light in the kitchen downstairs was on. She followed the stairs down and saw James, loosely clad in a bathrobe, drinking cold water straight from the fridge.

“James?” Sophie called out softly.

The dim light in the room barely illuminated James, who seemed to stiffen at her voice.

“Why are you out of bed?” James‘ voice was hoarse. “Go back up.”

Sophie sensed something was wrong. She noticed a flush on James‘ cheeks, an unnatural, alarming red.

A bad feeling washed over her. James had been drugged.

“Are you… are you alright?”

Sophie stood at the top of the stairs, not moving. This was the safest distance for her.

“Tm fine,” James strained, his voice barely contained. “Get back to your room!”

At his words, Sophie swiftly ran back to her own room. She wasn’t foolish enough to provoke James at such a critical moment

Suddenly, the sound of shattering glass came from downstairs.

Startled, Sophie immediately opened her door again, only to see James collapsed on the floor, unable to stand.

“James!”

Sophie rushed forward, the floor littered with pieces of broken glass.

James seemed barely conscious, his cheek buming hot under Sophie’s touch.

The next second, he grabbed Sophie’s wrist. Sophie’s heart skipped a beat. She should not have come out

James tightened his grip on Sophie’s hand, his throat dry and his body feverishly hot. Her delicate, boneless hand felt like long–awaited nourishment to his parched body.

“Is this what you wanted?” James rasped

Sophie’s face fell as James, driven by the drug, pinned her to the floor, his gaze fixed on the woman beneath him.

Sophie was stunningly beautiful, her lips lush like blooming roses. Now her eyes were filled with a trace of fear, irresistibly provoking the desire to tease.

He had never paid much attention to these details before, but now it was clear, Sophie was indeed beautiful, a rarity even among the cream of Devonport’s society.

Under the drug’s influence, James slowly leaned down, driven to quench the fire within.

*James! Snap out of it!

James paused, his anger ignited by her words. “Snap out of it? You and grandma drugged me, isn’t this what you wanted? Sophie, what’s with the innocent act now?”

“This has nothing to do with me.”

Sophie was at a loss for words, her preylous attempts to please Bea making it impossible for James to believe her.

As expected, James grip on her wrists only grew stronger.