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Even after several hard shoves, the door wouldn't budge. With no time to waste, Zoe kicked open the adjacent room's door and climbed through the balcony window into Shawn's room.
The room was black. As Zoe landed soundlessly, the distinct scent of red wine immediately hit her senses.
"Shawn? Shawn? Where are you?" Zoe called his name several times, but there was no answer.
Hearing the sound of running water from the bathroom and seeing the door blocked by the TV cabinet, she immediately realized Shawn must be dealing with something beyond his control.
Without hesitation, she strode to the bathroom, her hand already reaching for the doorknob, ready to throw the door open.
Just as Zoe reached for the doorknob, the door swung open from within, and Shawn stepped out before she could react.
Shawn emerged wreathed in steam, clad only in a loosely tied bathrobe. Perhaps in his haste, the garment gaped open, barely secured around his waist.
In the darkness, the sight caught Zoe a little off guard. As Shawn stepped out, he saw a hand reaching toward him, and without hesitation, he seized the wrist in a vice-like grip.
"Get out. If you come near me again, don't blame me for what happens next," he growled through clenched teeth.
Zoe frowned, picking up on the oddness in Shawn's voice. "What's wrong?" she asked.
Upon hearing Zoe's voice, Shawn's mind was foggy. Yet he remembered that Aileen had tricked him before by mimicking voices.
"Get out," Shawn snarled, his grip like steel as he violently dragged Zoe toward the door.
But when his legs slammed into the TV cabinet, the sharp jolt of pain snapped him back to his senses—if only for a moment.
"Shawn, it's me," Zoe said firmly. Seizing the opportunity, she shoved him hard against the wall. Before he could react, she pinned his hands behind his back, rendering him immobile.
Shawn's cheek was pressed against the cold wall, and the discomfort made him wince slightly.
But his consciousness was fading fast. The drug was hitting him even harder than he'd expected.
Cold water had worked before to keep it under control. But if this kept up, he figured he wouldn't care who was in front of him, male or female, he'd probably just lose it and do something crazy.
Shawn took a deep breath. 'I can't let my hard-earned reputation go down the drain now. And above all, I can't let Zoe down,' he wondered.
Right now, his only option was to get her out of here, then figure out how to fight off the damn drug still burning through him.
Zoe was just about to ask Shawn what had happened. Suddenly, Shawn fought back. As he broke free from Zoe's grip, he spun around and launched a decisive strike, aiming to take her down in a single move.
With Shawn's combat prowess, ordinary opponents would be no match for him. But Zoe was in a league of her own.
As Shawn's hand shot toward her, Zoe reacted in a flash, one hand clamped down on his arm, the other pressed firmly on his shoulder.
With a powerful twist, she executed a perfect shoulder throw, slamming him onto the floor with a heavy thud.
Shawn lay motionless on the floor, the impact landing squarely on his forehead. As dizziness swept over him, it hit him. There was no way the person beside him was Irene.
'No ordinary woman could pull off a move like that,' he thought, stunned. He knew his own limits better than anyone.
Back during those loyalty tests, they injected Shawn with psychoactive drugs—put him through hell—and even then, he never lost control; he even managed to subdue a formidable opponent in that state.
Now, with his mind still clear, being taken down by a woman defied all logic. U-unless it was Zoe. Only she had the strength to match him.
With a sharp slap, Zoe struck Shawn hard across the face. "Snap out of it. Are you awake now?" she demanded, her voice cutting through the tension.
The room was pitch-black. They could barely make out each other's faces, let alone read any expressions.
"Zoe?" Shawn rasped.
"Good," Zoe said with a note of satisfaction. "You're still with me. At least you recognize me."
A fierce thought flashed through Shawn's mind. 'If it's really Zoe, do I still need to hold back?' he wondered.
The idea was so overwhelming that, before he could stop himself, he had already flipped Zoe over and pinned her to the floor.
The room was black. As Zoe landed soundlessly, the distinct scent of red wine immediately hit her senses.
"Shawn? Shawn? Where are you?" Zoe called his name several times, but there was no answer.
Hearing the sound of running water from the bathroom and seeing the door blocked by the TV cabinet, she immediately realized Shawn must be dealing with something beyond his control.
Without hesitation, she strode to the bathroom, her hand already reaching for the doorknob, ready to throw the door open.
Just as Zoe reached for the doorknob, the door swung open from within, and Shawn stepped out before she could react.
Shawn emerged wreathed in steam, clad only in a loosely tied bathrobe. Perhaps in his haste, the garment gaped open, barely secured around his waist.
In the darkness, the sight caught Zoe a little off guard. As Shawn stepped out, he saw a hand reaching toward him, and without hesitation, he seized the wrist in a vice-like grip.
"Get out. If you come near me again, don't blame me for what happens next," he growled through clenched teeth.
Zoe frowned, picking up on the oddness in Shawn's voice. "What's wrong?" she asked.
Upon hearing Zoe's voice, Shawn's mind was foggy. Yet he remembered that Aileen had tricked him before by mimicking voices.
"Get out," Shawn snarled, his grip like steel as he violently dragged Zoe toward the door.
But when his legs slammed into the TV cabinet, the sharp jolt of pain snapped him back to his senses—if only for a moment.
"Shawn, it's me," Zoe said firmly. Seizing the opportunity, she shoved him hard against the wall. Before he could react, she pinned his hands behind his back, rendering him immobile.
Shawn's cheek was pressed against the cold wall, and the discomfort made him wince slightly.
But his consciousness was fading fast. The drug was hitting him even harder than he'd expected.
Cold water had worked before to keep it under control. But if this kept up, he figured he wouldn't care who was in front of him, male or female, he'd probably just lose it and do something crazy.
Shawn took a deep breath. 'I can't let my hard-earned reputation go down the drain now. And above all, I can't let Zoe down,' he wondered.
Right now, his only option was to get her out of here, then figure out how to fight off the damn drug still burning through him.
Zoe was just about to ask Shawn what had happened. Suddenly, Shawn fought back. As he broke free from Zoe's grip, he spun around and launched a decisive strike, aiming to take her down in a single move.
With Shawn's combat prowess, ordinary opponents would be no match for him. But Zoe was in a league of her own.
As Shawn's hand shot toward her, Zoe reacted in a flash, one hand clamped down on his arm, the other pressed firmly on his shoulder.
With a powerful twist, she executed a perfect shoulder throw, slamming him onto the floor with a heavy thud.
Shawn lay motionless on the floor, the impact landing squarely on his forehead. As dizziness swept over him, it hit him. There was no way the person beside him was Irene.
'No ordinary woman could pull off a move like that,' he thought, stunned. He knew his own limits better than anyone.
Back during those loyalty tests, they injected Shawn with psychoactive drugs—put him through hell—and even then, he never lost control; he even managed to subdue a formidable opponent in that state.
Now, with his mind still clear, being taken down by a woman defied all logic. U-unless it was Zoe. Only she had the strength to match him.
With a sharp slap, Zoe struck Shawn hard across the face. "Snap out of it. Are you awake now?" she demanded, her voice cutting through the tension.
The room was pitch-black. They could barely make out each other's faces, let alone read any expressions.
"Zoe?" Shawn rasped.
"Good," Zoe said with a note of satisfaction. "You're still with me. At least you recognize me."
A fierce thought flashed through Shawn's mind. 'If it's really Zoe, do I still need to hold back?' he wondered.
The idea was so overwhelming that, before he could stop himself, he had already flipped Zoe over and pinned her to the floor.
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