Chapter 273 Getting Drugged (Part Two)

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Amanda snickered, her bright white teeth peering behind her lips. Rufus looked straight into Amanda's glossy eyes, which memorized every curve and line of his face.

He wasn't the young, dashing man that he was so many years ago, Amanda noted. The Rufus of today was now so much more handsome. Well-built, well-established, and mature. Age was kind to Rufus, a trait that only few were ever lucky to have.

Amanda had merely used the opportunity to help introduce TY Securities to some major clients. When she invited him over to Paris, expecting to feel like the time back to when they were together all those years ago. Only now, they were both much older.

Amanda and Rufus could be alone together. She didn't have to worry about Cassandra getting in between them again. No one could bother them here in Paris.

She looked at his wine glass again. The drug had long dissolved in the red liquid. As long as Rufus drank, even if it was just a sip, he would be bound to surrender to her enchanting charms.

"Come on, you know what I want,"

Amanda smirked, eyes now dark and heavy. She eagerly wanted to make him drink.

She wasn't even trying to hide her desire any longer. Both of them knew that Amanda wanted him. All Rufus had to do was reciprocate.

Feigning sickness to get him to pity and pay attention to her only worked for a short time. It also wasn't the kind of relationship she wanted. She wanted to be able to hold him, and be happy with him, and she wanted him to return her feelings.

What she needed was care and love. She needed him to tell her that he loved her!

Rufus, seeming to get the grasp of the situation, lowered his eyes. He averted her intense gaze, slowly shifting to turn around to face the skyline again, elbows leaning against the railing.

"Amanda. I can only give you this much of love and care. I can never give you what you want. Not anymore. I'm not the

"You're my wife in name only, on paper only. My heart and love will never be yours."

Edward made it clear to Daisy that she was nothing to him. They were both victims of family greed -- the marriage was arranged for them.

Six years passed. She remained quiet, gaining a reputation in the army as a tough-as-nails colonel. When she walked into his life again, Edward fell in love with this woman...

inger, she would never waste such an opportunity.

Rufus was right. He wasn't the same man as before. And neither was she.

Amanda quietly urged Rufus to finish the rest of his drink, and when he did, he coughed a few times from the sudden burst of liquid in his throat. He placed his wine glass on one of the end tables as he settled in the chair.

Amanda sat on the edge of the bed across him in silence. She watched carefully how the drug took a hold on Rufus quickly—his chest rose and fell quicker than usual.

Rufus was restlessly shifting in his seat, until he reached for the tie by his neck, attempting to loosen it.

"It's getting a little hot in here, isn't it?"

Amanda said with a hoarse voice.

Rufus turned away from her gaze, feeling incredibly embarrassed over nothing. It was as if his mind was moving on its own.

"I could see your forehead sweating," Amanda said, turning from the bed to grab the tissue on the end table.

She proceeded to wipe him dry, but he only seemed to be sweating more profusely. Rufus was still trying to struggle with his tie, until Amanda held his hands still over his chest.

"Oh, Rufus. Let me do that for you. Let's take off your clothes so you could cool down. You're starting to sweat through them,"