How many?
As Lucas Walker looked at the pill bottle in Ivana Bennett's hand, his blue eyes widened.
Was this little wretch trying to kill him?
Ivana watched his surprised expression with increasing delight.
Humph!
He had drugged her that night. Now, it was his turn to taste his own medicine!
She picked up a table knife and lightly slid it over a small protrusion on his chest, sweetly asking with an innocent voice, "Well, Lord Marquis, is this comfortable?"
The knife was cold, but his body was extremely hot. The medication had amplified all of his senses; the tiny touch had ignited a wild desire in him. Lucas Walker's breathing became heavier.
"Don't let me catch you!" He growled in anger.
Ivana moved the knife down his chin, mimicking his tone from that night, "Half a month ago, a M Country alliance female special agent lasted three minutes. That's the highest record I know. I hope you can beat it."
Lucas Walker's blue eyes were ablaze as he stared at her.
