In the foggy bathroom, Alaric rubbed from head to toe several times, and that damned woman spat all over him while kissing!

Was it disgusting to kiss him?

Thinking of this, a kind of mania rose in the man's heart.

He turned the water to the maximum, and it slid down along his bronzed skin, alluring mermaid line, and through his firm, taut, well-defined muscle lines.

After wiping his wet hair with a towel, he casually put on a dark bathrobe, with his belt loosely tied around his waist.

When he came out, the bedroom had been treated by servants, the lights dimmed, adding a touch of charm, and on the candlestick of the carved camphor wood cabinet, scented candles were burning, leaping passionately.

On the back of the bed lay a woman with a graceful figure, and a thin, snow-white quilt slid off her sexy shoulders, revealing a large patch of pale back.

Her hair was scattered casually on the white pillow, charming and alluring.

It seemed that the servant had done a good job with her, and he seemed to smell the fragrance wafting in the air.

In his mind flashed her last night, with her dexterous fingers moving faintly over him, with the forceful scratches she had made when she was moved, and the mournful murmurs.

That low murmur was a woman's most comfortable wailing.

He tightened his lower abdomen and felt a rush of blood from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, bursting in his mind.

The moment he pulled out the blanket, lay down and hugged the woman's waist from behind, his entire back stiffened.

The woman turned out to be -- without wearing a clothes!

So, the previous resistance and the intention to divorce him were indeed playing hard to get. Besides, he didn't think a person could change their character in such a short time. It has to be said that this woman's tricks are getting more and more sophisticated...

It was just that she was too beautiful last night, giving him an unprecedented sense of satiety. He spent the whole night buried in her neck, frantically and greedily inhaling the faint body fragrance that belonged only to her.

Was it an illusion that he couldn't wait to bury his head in the back of her neck in search of that familiar scent?

It wasn't what he wanted.

The woman gave an unbearable moan, rolled over softly, her big, naive eyes wrapped in a faint bath of affection, as if inviting him.

"How could it be you! ?"

Alaric froze for a moment, then jumped out of bed and called the servant.

The movements were almost in one go.

“Alaric...” Lillian, in a daze, stretched out her pale little hand, but found nothing. Annoyed, she grabbed the pillow into her bosom, blocking out the bright spring light on her chest, but her back and hips were exposed. The cold air blew, and she felt a bit chilly, and subconsciously shrank her body.

"Master..." The servant came upon hearing the sound and, upon entering, saw a body that made one's blood boil, with its legs rubbing against the pillow uncontrollably, moved and wriggling.

"Where is the madam?" Alaric frowned and turned his face away from looking at the woman in front of him, who was rather unseemly in her infatuation.

"Mrs.Alaric, Madam is out..."

"Out! ? Where to?" Spit him up and leave?

"She didn't say where she was going. She just had someone bring her incense and said..." The servant paused for a moment, not knowing what to say next...

"Say what! ?"

"Saying that a night of spring is worth a thousand gold, wishing the Mrs.Alaric and Miss Lillian a long and happy marriage, and that if you change your mind, she welcomes you at any time, and specially sends you and Miss Lillian scented candles... To add to the fun..." The servant lowered his head somewhat guiltily as he spoke.

Change your mind?

Alaric, of course, knew what changing one's mind meant.

Divorce?

Putting Lillian on his bed and giving them scented candles to add to the fun?

For the sake of divorce?

Alaric breathed heavily, kicked over the night light on the bedside table, the metal lampshade fell heavily to the ground, and the bulb flickered a few times and went out.

The servants hurriedly lowered their heads, all telling the story that Miss Lillian was the master's favorite, the beauty was lying down, and the young lady was deliberately generous and accommodating. They really couldn't understand why the master was furious?

And it's normal for a rich family to have three wives and six concubines, isn't it?

Alaric, with a sharp gaze, swept towards the incense, the flame in the purple glass was leaping. He walked over, picked it up and placed it on the tip of his nose to smell.

"Let Dr.Ian come over."

One servant left quickly to bring Ian, and another servant had already dressed Lillian.

Ian went to look at Lillian first, blushing and warming up, then took the perfume and sniffed it, frowning slightly and whispering:

"There may be an aphrodisiac ingredient in the perfume."

"......" And he guessed it right!

Alaric held the scented glass as if he were about to crush it.

"This....." Ian was a little embarrassed, knowing that this aphrodisiac spice would stir the heart if the body was slightly weak.

All of Lillian's symptoms are exactly the same as those of estrus, but I don't know what Alaric wants to treat...

Just as he was thinking, Alaric seemed to understand his thoughts and frowned, asking, "Is there an antidote?"

Ian nodded: "Yes! She needs some medicine and acupuncture."

"Take her out and do whatever you want!"

Ian reached out and was about to open the medicine box when he suddenly stopped. How should he understand this sentence?

It's easy to carry her out, but how to treat her is quite a matter.

It is well known that the most environmentally friendly and effective way to deal with this situation is to satisfy her, followed by medication.

If the aphrodisiac spice is stubborn and if medication doesn't work, then probably...

But it's clear that the Mrs.Alaric doesn't care, and then he's embarrassed...

Although Grandpa regarded Ian as his own son, and he and Alaric grew up in the same pants, but a brother's wife is not to be deceived, and he was not a casual person in this regard...

"You want me to give you the place?"

"No... No..."

What kind of thing is this? Ian's scalp was tense, he gritted his teeth, handed the medicine box to the servant, and went to pick up Lillian himself.

Lillian seemed to be floating in the sea and suddenly found driftwood. She put her arms around Ian's neck and buried her head in the man's neck to start gnawing wildly.

“.......”

Ian loosened his hands a little awkwardly, and Lillian fell down and threw her arms around Ian's waist.

“......”

Struggling to hold her, Ian just wanted to give her medicine as soon as possible.

Medicine, right...

He recalled the incident, walked to the door, turned around and said to Alaric with a hint of schadenfreude, "Half an hour ago,Mrs. Alaric asked me to prescribe some medicine, but I didn't."

Alaric, playing with the incense in his hand, pinched out the flame with his finger: "What medicine."

"prophylactic..."

Having said that, Ian gave Alaric a meaningful look, and upon hearing the word "prophylactic", Alaric's face darkened instantly.

The emotionless Alaric changed his face, and this time it was for a woman...

With a bang, Alaric slammed the incense back, his interphalangeal joinls made a sound, then waved his hand to Ian, indicating that he would take Lillian away, and instructed the butler David:

"Investigate the whereabouts of the Diana and inform all hospitals and pharmacies to prohibit the sale of post-incident drugs for 48 hours."

David replied yes, and ten minutes later there was news:

"Mr.Alaric, the Diana has shown up at several pharmacies. It is said that they are all trying to buy the post-mortem medicine, but no one sold it to her. Finally, she went to Shengde Hospital."

"Really not giving up!" Alaric stood with his hands behind his back, his temples twitching, and his fierce air was chilling.

He stared fixedly at the incense on the table and said, "Have people keep tracking and tell the director that if the hospital dares to let the madam have access to the medicine, from tomorrow, the name of Saint will be changed."

"Also, retrieve the Diana's file!"

He had never been so interested in anything about her in three years...