Escaped My Ex, Got Snatched by His Rival - Chapter 313

Chapter 313: Him or Her?
“You better head to the hospital first, fuckers!” Nicolai shouted after the four men who immediately scampered when they heard his voice.

Though Nicolai wanted to send them to meet their makers, he held his murderous intentions buried in his heart.

The red storm was still brewing in his heart as he noticed a few guests looking at him. Their eyes were agape and some of them were already filming him. Fuck, this matter was definitely reaching his mother.

He flashed the crowd of onlookers a ferocious glare which cleared his ——Get the hell away from me, message. The crowd of onlookers immediately dispersed, they lowered their heads and continued with what they were doing.

“W——what the hell do you think you are doing?” Nicolai turned to look at the woman behind him. He would be lying if he would rather not raise his voice at her. “I thought that you were heading to the restroom, how in the world did you turn up here? Did I miss the memo about you getting in trouble ?”

Ariana was lucky that he sensed something was amiss and went looking for her or else the consequences could have been dire.

She did not respond, instead, she stared at his hands which were covered in blood. For Nicolai, nothing was more satisfying than the scent of blood and the red colour. But that was not the case for Ariana.

He was certain that she was going to faint or escape, but she did not do either of that.

The whole time she was looking at him and his hands, with dilated eyes and her lips parted. If he did not know her, he would have thought that she was checking him out.

‘She seems really drunk,’ Nicolai thought with a frown, but the thing was —— how in the world did she end up getting this drunk? He was right next to her, and she only drank a glass of wine.

Was her capacity this low?

Nicolai didn’t question anything. Given how she acted the last time when she was drunk, he thought it was better to bring her back home.

Not to mention his nerves were still tense over the fact that she did not slap the heck out of Noah when that man tried to kiss her.

If it had been him, Nicolai was certain silence would be the last thing that would have greeted him.

Why the hell would she even like that man who was so obsessed with perfection that even the strands of his hair were neatly gelled in place? That man was a psychopath. He was certain of that.

Since he was pissed off, he might as well bring this woman back before he throttled her for being quiet as well as for getting lost like a child and not calling him.

“Let’s go, I will bring you back home,” Nicolai told her in a gruff voice. He noticed how Ariana stared at him unblinking and swallowed hard. And why the hell was her breathing picking up pace?

However, Nicolai forced himself to look away as the sight was too enchanting for him to stay calm.

He turned on his feet and was about to walk away when——

Something pulled the back of his coat. Was it those bastards? If it was round two, they wanted, then he would certainly give them that——

His thoughts trailed off before coming to an abrupt stop when he saw slender fingers clinging to the material of his shirt firmly. She was nearly pulling the fabric.

Nicolai stared down at Ariana, and the way she was looking at him was certainly not elegant alright? She was looking at him as if he were some kind of messiah who was going to rescue her.

Him? The mad hound of the Lonest City? A messiah? These two things did not fit together.

“I—-I am drugged,” she whispered, almost airily as if she were mentioning how beautiful the fucking moon was.

Nicolai felt his mouth drop, he leaned in closer and took a good look at Ariana’s face. Yup, she was fucking drugged alright.

He was someone who saw these things almost every day and if those dilated eyes were not enough to sign to tell him the truth—— her laboured breathing was enough to show what kind of fuckers had taken place.

“Why the fuck did you not tell me this earlier?” Nicolai raised his voice but caught himself in the middle as he lowered his voice.

He ran his hand through his hair violently before saying, “I will bring you to Aiden.” Of course, there was a faster way to deal with the drugs, but Nicolai doubted Ariana would agree to that.

He started to move again, but she tugged on his coat harder, she better get her hands off him. Because she was giving him some really fucked up ideas and all of them were ending with her in his bed.

“What?” He asked. Was she taking him as Noah? If she was, Ariana needed to stop because he had zero chills when it came to certain things.

Before he did something he would regret that Ariana would definitely hate him for —— he needed to take her to the hospital and pump that drug out of her system.

To think he never even knew the word regret before meeting with this princess proper.

“It feels uncomfortable,” she said to him——nope, she literally whined as if asking him to do something about this apparent discomfort.

Nicolai groaned, he looked at the shy expression of the woman in front of him before tugging at her wrist and pulling her behind the small winery of the Nelson mansion where there were no surveillance cameras.

“And what do you want me to do about it, Pallas?” He asked, pushing her against the wall. He stepped closer and inhaled the scent of liquor on her body. But liquor was not the only thing that he was smelling.

There was a hint of vanilla and fucking jasmine, the very same flower that he sent her.

Why the fuck she was wearing jasmine?

Was it really her who was drugged or was it him?