Chapter 297
Chapter 297
"I'm so uncomfortable." Joyce pulled her collar open hard, revealing a large area of skin, and finally the
heat cooled down a bit. It did not really help put down the fire but it was better than nothing.
At this point, Luther recalled that Joyce was held by the masked man, and the masked man once said
something like, "Luther, your woman shot and wounded so many of my brothers. I just drugged her,
and I'll reward the brothers with some fun later. You just enjoy it on the side."
Then later, they fought the enemies all the way to, and finally jumped down the steep slope and
defused the time bomb. Crisis after crisis, danger after danger, he almost forgot about it.
"Joyce, did the man in the mask feed you something?" Luther asked distractedly. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.
Joyce's brain was so foggy that it was turning into a mush.
She nodded laboriously, "Well, a small bottle of liquid, I don't know what it is."
She leaned into Luther's arms, feeling so comfortable on him that it seemed to ease her hard feelings.
Subconsciously, she probably understood what was going on with her. This was not the first time she
had been drugged, and the last time she had felt the same way. The heat was unbearable, and she felt
like a million ants were gnawing at her heart.
Only this time, because she had previously been fighting the thugs, and then they fell down a steep
slope and defused a bomb. The human brain gave a stress response when it encountered something
critical, causing the senses to ignore the erosion of the drug.
And just now, after the time bomb was defused, her whole body was in a relaxed state.
Naturally, the effects of the drugs in her body recoiled wildly. It was what caused her to become very
uncomfortable in an instant.
Luther also understood at this moment that she must have been drugged.
"We can go along the way. I remember there is a small lake down there, and I will carry you there."
Saying that, he hurriedly put Joyce on his back and flew towards the foot of the mountain.
In a short while, he carried Joyce to the lake.
The lake was surrounded by jagged rocks and many willow trees. It was night already, the wind was
blowing, and the branches and leaves fluttering.
The moon hung in the sky, there was a sparse moon shadow falling on the surface of the lake.
He carried Joyce to the lake, "Joyce, how do you feel?"
Joyce was uncomfortable to the extreme. She felt so powerless and hot that she felt like she was
melting, and her throat was parched and thirsty. She tried to speak, but found she couldn't say a word.
Luther hurriedly used his hands to scoop up the lake water to wash her face, the lake water was cold,
but her cheeks were too hot. At best, it was better than nothing.
"Joyce, Joyce," he called out to her several times, and she didn't answer him, just curled up and
shivered with difficulty.
He knew that she was close to falling into a semi-conscious state.
He had no choice but to take off her clothes one by one. Then he took off his own clothes and walked
into the lake with her in his arms, expecting the cool lake water to cool her down.
The wind was still blowing, and the hair close to her neck was fluttering above the water.
His entire body was also immersed in the lake, and the lake water was not as cold as he thought. The
water flowing through was really giving him incomparable relief, as if it could wash away the stickiness
and tireness.
However, Joyce, who was immersed in the lake, showed no signs of improvement.
The drug was overly potent.
Suddenly, Joyce spasmed violently in his arms, and when she stopped, he noticed that her nose was
bleeding.
He knew in his heart that the last time, Joyce was drugged, it was Jamie who gave Joyce a shot to lift
the drug.
Without the medicine, whoever was drugged would eventually die from such a loss of blood.
And they were in the middle of nowhere.
He could only …