Chapter 7 He Was Poisoned

• At eleven o'clock at night, Selene was awoken by a fierce thirst.
• She experienced an unprecedented dryness in her mouth. Her throat felt like it was on fire.
• Moonlight enveloped the unfamiliar room, its luxurious furnishings causing her heart to race with anxiety.
• Where am I? How did I end up here?
• She scrambled out of the large bed in a panic.
• Bang!
• A loud noise suddenly came from upstairs, startling her.
• Followed by another crash, it felt like an earthquake.
• Someone is smashing things. What is this place?
• She hurried out of her room and saw the butler, Yael Kline, pacing anxiously at the top of the stairs, his hands tightly clasped together.
• "Mr. Kline."
• Seeing him, Selene instantly calmed down and cautiously approached.
• "Mrs. Lowell, please go back to your room. Mr. Lowell is having an episode. Be careful he doesn’t hurt you."
• Yael rushed over to her, grabbing her to take her back to her room.
• Clang!
• Another loud noise echoed, and Yael sighed.
• "Let me see him."
• Always curious about the man’s health, Selene left Yael and ran up the stairs.
• She didn’t know where this courage came from, probably just a spur-of-the-moment decision.
• Bang!
• Another loud noise came from inside the room.
• Following the sound, she approached the door and quietly pushed it open.
• The nearly sixty-square-meter room was in disarray.
• The couch and coffee table were overturned on the floor.
• Glass shards mixed with broken picture frames and other unidentifiable objects littered the floor.
• Colton leaned against an ancient chaise lounge, his white shirt completely unbuttoned, exposing his sickly pale skin that did not diminish the allure of his chest and abs.
• "Get out! Who told you to come in?"
• A crystal ashtray suddenly smashed to the floor in front of her, the man's narrow, sinister phoenix eyes tinged with a bloodthirsty red.
• She was sure he was poisoned.
• Selene glanced around to make sure nothing else would fly at her and then firmly stepped forward.
• "Didn’t you hear what I said? Get out now!"
• The man on the chaise lunged forward and grabbed her by the neck.
• Cold! His hands were chillingly cold, like ice on the coldest day of winter.
• A flash of insight struck her mind, and ignoring the suffocating feeling, she reached out and touched the man’s chest.
• Cold! His body was as cold as his hands.
• "You… Let go… of me. Let… me… help you…"
• "How can you help? You’re clearly here to die!"
• With heartache so intense he wanted to destroy everything, Colton was completely irrational.
• Desperately, Selene lifted her garment hem and pulled a silver needle from the handmade pouch at her waist.
• "What are you doing? Don’t be presumptuous!"
• Seeing what was in her hand, the man grew even angrier, his grip tightening.
• Selene was nearly suffocating when she raised the silver needle and struck several acupoints on the man's chest.
• Quickly, the pain inside his body was significantly alleviated, and a shocked Colton released his grip.
• "What have you done to me?"
• He looked at the silver needles on his chest, utterly incredulous.
• Having been poisoned, he had consulted numerous doctors from almost every specialty, but no one had ever been able to alleviate his pain.
• The feeling was surreal, yet undeniably real!