Chapter 645

The drug was taking effect, and at this moment, Celeste was barely conscious.

"Let go! Mark Elliot, you stupid pig!" She was still trying to provoke Mark, forcefully stumbling toward the table.

A strong arm wrapped around her waist, and a cool hand pressed against her forehead.

"Don't be afraid, it's me!"

In her daze, Celeste heard the voice and paused, her mind in a fog.

"Da…Damon?"

"Yes, it's me. Don't be afraid." His voice was gentle as he held her tightly in his arms.

Realizing it was Damon, Celeste felt a wave of relief wash over her. She instinctively nestled closer to his chest, her head resting against his heart. "Take me away… take me to the hospital."

"Does your head hurt?" Damon quickly checked the bump on her head from when she hit the table.

Celeste used all her strength to shake her head. "Take me to the hospital. I've been drugged."

In her current state, Damon was an irresistible temptation to her, and she didn't know how much longer she could hold out.

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