Stephen was alarmed. The drink must have been spiked!

He immediately carried Yvonne in his arms and rushed back to the room. Yvonne's body was burning up, and she was losing consciousness.

She regretted it. If she had known that the drink would be so strong, she wouldn't have drunk it. She should have just knocked it over!

Entering her room, Stephen put her on the bed. "I'll get you some water."

However, Yvonne didn't give him a chance to leave her. She grabbed his hand tightly.

Stephen almost fell onto Yvonne due to the strong pull. Luckily, he managed to hold himself up with his hands on both sides of the bed.

Before he could react, Yvonne wrapped her hands around his neck. She said, reeking a little of the drink, "Stephen, I don't want water …"

She looked at his lips flirtatiously.

Stephen's breathing was cut short. He warned her in a hoarse voice, "Yvonne, you're drunk."

"I only had one glass." She placed a finger on Stephen's lips and smiled at him coquettishly.

"I can