Chapter 71 This Account, I Will Settle It With You

• Zane Thomson's throat bobbed, his hand pressed against the nape of Layla Kennedy's neck. Just as he was about to kiss her fiercely, Zane Thomson regained his sanity. Suppressing the desire in his eyes, he said in a low, hoarse voice, "If you still want this when you're sober, I won't let you go. But... not now."
• Layla Kennedy's eyes were still blank. Zane Thomson delivered a chop to the back of her neck, and the next second, Layla Kennedy fainted in his arms.
• Zane Thomson wrapped Layla Kennedy's body tightly in a bath towel and carried her in his arms.