NovelStartChapter 1760: Directly Beaten and Screamed
As a scream pierced the air, the scene unfolded just as Taylor had anticipated. Seated in a chair, he watched her, observing her
eyes gradually becoming unfocused, a flush spreading across her cheeks, until she struggled to stand steady.
"Claire! T... ler..!"
Claire's rage remained unspoken, her throat parched and tight.
Unable to clearly see his face, she watched the figure opposite her, blurring in her vision, and then, as she struggled to maintain
coherence, she saw him rising.
In a moment of clarity, Claire asserted, "You can't do this. You mustn't make irredeemable mistakes." Each word brought a searing
pain to her throat.
Not far outside the castle, Rowan had swiftly departed from his own palace, making his way towards the commotion.
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He thought to himself that when Taylor arranged to meet Claire, it was likely for no good, probably just to entangle her further.
Moreover, the choice of Aire Castle for the meeting seemed out of the ordinary, and as Rowan's steps quickened, he grew
increasingly uneasy.
In the uniquely styled Aire Castle, within the reception hall on the ground floor, the effects of the drug hit Claire forcefully. Although
her thoughts remained momentarily clear, she struggled to move. She tried to walk out, but her legs refused to obey, feeling as
though her body was no longer under her brain's control.
Furthermore, her body was growing weaker, making it a challenge to even support herself against the table.
She saw the figure opposite her rise and step towards her, and soon their bodies collided.
"Don't... don't touch me..." she resisted.
But drugged as she was, how could she, a weakened woman, resist a man in the prof his vigor?
Taylor had already cto her side, enfolding her in his arms, whispering to her, "Claire, | like you. If you givea chance, you'll
cto liketoo. There are many qualities aboutthat you haven't yet seen."
As he spoke, he reached to play with her long hair, utterly captivated by her.
Instilled with fear, Claire instinctively leaned away, as if summoning all her strength to break free. Her throat had becso dry
that she couldn't even speak. "Don't..."
Greedy to inhale her scent, Taylor closed his eyes in enjoyment, unable to resist reaching to undo her clothing. "Claire, | can be a
better boyfriend."
If before it was fear that surrounded Claire, now it was despair.
She had no strength to resist at all.
At that moment, Rowan arrived at the door, finding it closed, with four guards stationed outside. Sensing the abnormality, he
commanded their attention.
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Upon seeing Rowan, they were taken aback, their faces betraying their surprise. "Prince Louis!" They quickly greeted him, visibly
flustered.
"Open the door," Rowan's thin lips parted, exuding an aura of authority.
Being Taylor's men, the guards were unaware of the situation inside, only following Prince Taylor's orders not to let anyone disturb
them. However, they hesitated for only three seconds before actively swinging the closed door open, without seeking permission
from those inside.
The reason was simple: the man before them was the future king, and they couldn't afford to offend him.
As the door opened, Rowan stepped inside, and what he witnessed not far away left him aghast-Claire pinned to the chair by
Taylor, struggling.
"Taylor!" Rowan's eyes darkened, striding forward in a few swift steps. "What are you doing?!"
Taylor barely had tto react before Rowan grabbed him by the collar, delivering a fierce blow to his face!
"Ah-!" With a cry of pain, Taylor, caught off guard, was sent flying!
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