Chapter 408: Chapter 411: You Can’t Escape Anymore

Skye Brown scrambled out of the bathtub in a hurry.

She forced herself not to look at the man in the bathtub.

With great effort, she managed to help Dylan Wellington sit up, leaning against the side of the tub.

By then, all the water in the bathtub had been drained.

She grabbed a clean bathrobe, hastily put it on Dylan, and without having time to tie the belt, dragged him towards the bathroom door.

Fortunately, Dylan’s drunkenness seemed to be wearing off slightly at this point.

Although he was still unconscious, he knew to lean his weight on her and stumble forward with her guidance.

“Phew ”

It took the strength of nine bulls and two tigers.

Finally, Skye managed to lead Dylan to the edge of the large bed.

Seeing the bed, the tightly wound string in her mind instantly snapped.

The last bit of strength in her body drained away at this moment.

Dylan was just too heavy for her, and even though her strength was greater than that of ordinary girls, after all the struggling, she couldn’t take it anymore.

Skye felt the strength leaving her body bit by bit, causing her head to feel heavy and dizzy from the alcohol and the steam in the bathroom.

Instinctively, she used the last ounce of her strength to push Dylan onto the bed.

Skye’s entire body lost its strength and fell forward.

She collapsed at the edge of the bed, with her knees on the carpet and her hands propping her up on the bed.

The alcohol made her eyelids feel heavier than usual.

She propped up her head, fearing she would faint.

After taking a moment to recover, the dizziness in Skye’s head subsided somewhat.

At this moment, Dylan was sprawled out on the bed, lying on his back.

The bathrobe, which Skye had hurriedly put on him, was still wrapped around his body.

However, she had been too rushed when putting it on, and now without the belt tied, the bathrobe flew open as Dylan hit the bed.

So there he was, lying on the bed with his eyes closed, legs carelessly sprawled at the edge of the bed.

Underneath the bathrobe, he wasn’t wearing anything at all.

As Skye regained some clarity, she slowly lifted her head to check on Dylan’s condition.

As she raised her eyes, they fell right on the open hem of his bathrobe.

Her face flushed crimson in an instant.

With her heart racing faster, the remaining drunkenness rushed to her head.

In the end-

Before she could say anything-

With a ‘thud,’ she collapsed completely.

Of all the places, she fell right between Dylan’s open bathrobe.

As soon as Skye fainted from the shocking sight, the man pretending to be drunk on the bed quietly opened his seductive eyes.

A deep, playful smile filled his almond-shaped eyes.

He placed his large palm on Skye’s tender face, gazing at the flushed, unconscious little wildcat.

The corner of his mouth lifted, revealing a wicked smile.

“Little wildcat… this time, you won’t be able to escape…”