Gifford looked at the small hand on his arm, confused. "What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid of..." Chantel tried to come up with something. "I'm a little nervous. I can't sleep alone in a hotel room. Besides, I just watched a horror movie. Gifford, it's only a few more hours to dawn. Please let me in!" Her face turned pale.

Her frightened expression caught Gifford off-guard and he believed her. He thought that she really was scared of staying alone.

The truth was that she was indeed frightened, but not because she was afraid of sleeping alone or because of the horror movie; she was terrified, thinking about what she was about to do.

Gifford moved aside to let her in. When she passed by him, he felt a rush throughout his body.

He was confused. Why did he feel like that all of a sudden?

Meanwhile, Chantel had already entered his room and obediently sat on the other bed.

She was so tensed and already had difficulty breathing.

After he shut the door, Gifford took two steps forward, feeling an inexplicable hot stream rapidly coursing through his body.

He scanned Chantel's expression. "Have you applied something on your body? What's that fragrance?"

She gripped the hem of her clothes tightly. "Oh! The scent? I used the hotel's body wash. Does it smell good? I thought so too."

God knew how hard it was for her to finish that sentence.

She felt her cheeks burn and her breath become jagged. She knew that the drug was working.

Holding back the strange desire in him, Gifford strode into the room. "Go to sleep!"

Chantel stood up abruptly and asked, "Gifford, where are you going?"

"I have to wash my face." 'Maybe I'm just too sleepy, ' he thought.

Afraid that he might leave, she quickly trotted to block his way despite her weak legs. "Gifford...I don't feel too well... I think I took something bad..."

Gifford's eyes fell on her red lips and he was instantly attracted to them. He had the sudden urge to kiss her.

But he knew that something was wrong with her. He pulled a long face and questioned her harshly, "Chantel! What on earth did you take? Did you apply something on your body?"

Unable to control herself, Chantel wrapped her arms around his waist and said, "I don't know. Please help me..." She really had no idea what Erica had given he

was stay and wait for Chantel to wake up. He had to interrogate this girl first.

Erica went off to school happily. Chantel was still asleep while Gifford was busy waiting for her to wake up.

In the afternoon, as soon as she opened her eyes, Chantel heard the familiar voice. "You are finally awake."

Her heart skipped a beat. "Gifford..." Her voice was hoarse, and it sounded sexy to his ears at that moment.

Ignoring her shy expression, he looked at his watch and said, "You've slept for six hours and seven minutes. And I've been waiting for you to wake up for six hours and seven minutes too. Now, tell me!

Chantel shrank back into the quilt. "What are you talking about?" When she turned around, she felt a stabbing pain. 'Ouch, that hurt...'

"Tell the truth and you will receive a lighter punishment! So, I advise you to spill everything!" When he looked at her, Gifford couldn't help but think of what had happened last night. He coughed to cover up his fantasies.

Chantel had planned to leave as soon as she had succeeded in sleeping with him. But she had fallen asleep as soon as they stopped making love. She couldn't have left either way because Gifford hadn't slept all night.

Now that she had to face him, she had no choice but to deny her involvement in the crime. It was time to put her acting skill to good use. She feigned innocence and said, "I'm confused too. Didn't you investigate the matter?"

'The surveillance video has been deleted. How else can I investigate this?' Gifford thought helplessly.