How had Arvin known that she was at the pub? Did he have her followed? Or had he fit a monitor on her?

"What's the matter? Why didn't you tell me before you came here?" asked Arvin, very annoyed. Didn't she know that there were both good people and bad guys? And how dare she order wine in such a lousy pub!

Didn't she know how much she could drink? Arvin was so angry that blood throbbed in his temples.

"Er... It's Randal's fault!" Angela confessed that she had met Randal in the afternoon.

Arvin gave her a cold look. Randal! Hadn't he asked the director of the Pharmacy Department to teach the lad a lesson?

Why was he still in the Pharmacy Department? ...

Angela was too shy to speak certain words, but Arvin knew that Randal would not say anything good. After all, a filthy mouth cannot utter decent language!

'Just wait and watch how I would punish Randal!'

"Come with me!" Arvin seized Angela by the wrist and roughly pulled her up.

Angela exclaimed, "No! Randal should be here anytime!"

"I will tell him that you have left." Arvin ground his teeth in anger.

If Angela drank this cup of cocktail, maybe it was she that would be fixed!

"Okay. But I have already ordered the wine. It is the most expensive one. Just wait a minute..." protested Angela. She was imploringly looking at Arvin, when he decidedly picked up the glass. "Eh! Arvin! Arvin! You can't drink that! Don't drink the wine, " screamed Angela even while he drank the whole thing in one big gulp! Angela stopped screaming and helplessly looked at Arvin.

Oh no! What had he done. Angela had just invented a drug that would silent the vocal chords of a person for a year. It was this drug that she had mixed in the wine.

"Arvin! Let me take you to the hospital."

Angela was so frightened that she started crying. She hadn't invented the drug that could cure the vocal cords. How could she possibly know that Arvin would drink the wine meant for Randal?

"Why do we have to go to the hospital?" Arvin wondered aloud as he looked at Angela, who was sobbing, in confusion.

Eh? Did she just hear Arvin speak? Angela stopped sobbing and looked at Arvin. What was wrong? Why hadn't Arvin lost his voice? Maybe the effect of the drug was delayed?

Anyway, it was she who had added the drug to the wine; and she did not have the courage to tell him the truth. "I'm not feeling well. Let's quickly go to the hospital."

Angela made up an excuse and left the pub with Arvin

When her sister ran away from the wedding, Autumn was forced to marry Charles.

His name had been linked to innumerable ladies.

He had different girlfriends for every day of a year.

Autumn had never thought that she would fall in love with him.

isiac...

It was over! She had caused big trouble this time!

Angela was so anxious that she was still sweating heavily. On top of that, she was unable to push away the man, who had her pinned under him.

"Arvin... Big wing..." Angela was terrified. In an attempt to get him off her, she kept calling his name over and over again.

But Arvin ignored her. Excited and taking her exclamations as her approval, he eagerly ripped the buttons off her blouse.

Angela had thought of drugging Arvin many time before so that she could sleep with him. But that was just a thought. She dared not do so!

And now that things were really happening as she had wanted, she was scared out of her wits.

She clutched the bed sheet and wondered what she should do? Arvin had lost all his senses.

Giving her no chance to think anymore and unable to control himself, Arvin frantically started kissing her. He could not wait to make love to her.

"Angela..." He gently called her name again. His mouth closed on hers blocking her shout of pain.

...

The two made love the entire night and fell asleep in the wee hours.

In the morning, everything was quiet. Angela felt bruised and terrible from a night of rough and gentle lovemaking. She struggled to open her eyes, removed the arm on her body and quietly got out of the bed.

Feeling her legs buckling under her, she hurriedly grasped the bed head to avoid falling on the floor.

She struggled to reach the cloakroom, where she casually put on her clothes. Then she walked out on her weak legs, disheveled.

Leaving the apartment, she softly closed the door behind her with her feeble arm.