Even though Brendan was panting heavily, he couldn’t suppress his sexual desire at all.

Deirdre noticed something was off and asked, “Brendan, what’s wrong?”

Brendan recalled that cup of coffee and furiously clenched his fists so tightly that his veins popped. “Charlene has drugged me.”

“What?” Deirdre was taken aback, unable to believe that Charlene was bold enough to drug Brendan without fear of consequences.

“What should we do? Should I call an ambulance and take you to the hospital?”

“No, if I go to the hospital, Charlene will suspect something,” refused Brendan while trying to maintain his last bit of sanity.

“What should we do then?” Deirdre was panicking. “The drug is so potent. If you don’t go to the hospital, it may harm your health! Are you saying…”

Deirdre choked up. She couldn’t help but shiver uncontrollably when she thought of the solution.

This was not the first time such a thing had happened. She could omit her own thoughts, but because she was pregnant, she co