Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1760: Directly Beaten And Screamed

Chapter 1760: Directly Beaten and Screamed

As a scream pierced the air, the scene unfolded just as Taylor had anticipated. Seated in a chair, he

watched her, observing her eyes gradually becoming unfocused, a flush spreading across her cheeks,

until she struggled to stand steady.

"Claire! T... ler...!"

Claire's rage remained unspoken, her throat parched and tight.

Unable to clearly see his face, she watched the figure opposite her, blurring in her vision, and then, as

she struggled to maintain coherence, she saw him rising.

In a moment of clarity, Claire asserted, "You can't do this. You mustn't make irredeemable mistakes."

Each word brought a searing pain to her throat.

Not far outside the castle, Rowan had swiftly departed from his own palace, making his way towards

the commotion.

He thought to himself that when Taylor arranged to meet Claire, it was likely for no good, probably just

to entangle her further.

Moreover, the choice of Aire Castle for the meeting seemed out of the ordinary, and as Rowan's steps

quickened, he grew increasingly uneasy.

In the uniquely styled Aire Castle, within the reception hall on the ground floor, the effects of the drug

hit Claire forcefully. Although her thoughts remained momentarily clear, she struggled to move. She

tried to walk out, but her legs refused to obey, feeling as though her body was no longer under her

brain's control.

Furthermore, her body was growing weaker, making it a challenge to even support herself against the

table.

She saw the figure opposite her rise and step towards her, and soon their bodies collided.

"Don't... don't touch me..." she resisted. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

But drugged as she was, how could she, a weakened woman, resist a man in the prime of his vigor?

Taylor had already come to her side, enfolding her in his arms, whispering to her, "Claire, I like you. If

you give me a chance, you'll come to like me too. There are many qualities about me that you haven't

yet seen."

As he spoke, he reached to play with her long hair, utterly captivated by her.

Instilled with fear, Claire instinctively leaned away, as if summoning all her strength to break free. Her

throat had become so dry that she couldn't even speak. "Don't..."

Greedy to inhale her scent, Taylor closed his eyes in enjoyment, unable to resist reaching to undo her

clothing. "Claire, I can be a better boyfriend."

If before it was fear that surrounded Claire, now it was despair.

She had no strength to resist at all.

At that moment, Rowan arrived at the door, finding it closed, with four guards stationed outside.

Sensing the abnormality, he commanded their attention.

Upon seeing Rowan, they were taken aback, their faces betraying their surprise. "Prince Louis!" They

quickly greeted him, visibly flustered.

"Open the door," Rowan's thin lips parted, exuding an aura of authority.

Being Taylor's men, the guards were unaware of the situation inside, only following Prince Taylor's

orders not to let anyone disturb them. However, they hesitated for only three seconds before actively

swinging the closed door open, without seeking permission from those inside.

The reason was simple: the man before them was the future king, and they couldn't afford to offend

him.

As the door opened, Rowan stepped inside, and what he witnessed not far away left him aghast-Claire

pinned to the chair by Taylor, struggling.

"Taylor!" Rowan's eyes darkened, striding forward in a few swift steps. "What are you doing?!"

Taylor barely had time to react before Rowan grabbed him by the collar, delivering a fierce blow to his

face!

"Ah-!" With a cry of pain, Taylor, caught off guard, was sent flying!