Chapter 193

"Let Vivian serve Young Master Hudson well tonight! Something came up, I must take my leave."

A flicker of reluctance passed through Brandon White's eyes, quickly replaced by calculation.

Offering Vivian to Zachary Hudson could clearly secure greater benefits.

He turned and hurried away, his retreating back radiating guilt.

Vivian felt her body go weak, collapsing into Zachary Hudson's arms.

She could hardly believe Brandon had abandoned her like this.

The sedative's effects surged through her, her vision beginning to blur.

She struggled to stay conscious, but it was futile.

Finally, darkness swallowed her, and she lost all awareness.

"What inspired Young Master Hudson to play the hero today?"

Several playboys approached, teasing.

Zachary lowered his gaze to examine the woman in his arms.

Her skin was porcelain fair, long eyelashes fluttering like fragile butterfly wings.

A playful smile curved his lips.

"Take her to my room."

"Yes!"

Morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, sheer curtains fluttering in the breeze.

Vivian awoke with a throbbing headache.

Rubbing her temples, she instinctively turned over.

Only to collide with a pair of deep, mesmerizing eyes.

"Ah!"

She gasped, bolting upright.

Zachary opened his eyes lazily, his voice husky from sleep. "It's very rude to wake others."

Vivian's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Zachary Hudson? Why are you here?"

She frantically scanned the room. This wasn't her bedroom.

Memories slowly returned—being kidnapped by Brandon last night, the sedative, and...

She drew a sharp breath, clutching the sheets. "What did you do to me?"

Zachary raised an eyebrow with a light laugh, deliberately drawing out his words. "A man and a woman alone in a room. What do you think?"

He leaned closer, his breath brushing her ear. "Everything that should have happened, already has."

Vivian's face instantly paled.

His words struck like a thunderclap.

Had she really lost her virtue to Zachary Hudson?