Day Eight…
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"Uh-oh. It looks like the handsome devil is up to something. Truth Serum? Hmm. It seems that Phantomflake is going to be in trouble. Should I warn her or not?" Bam-Bam intentionally eavesdropped on Nathan's conversation.
The flying creature contemplated while Nathan left their VIP suit for a moment. He needed to cool himself down before facing Abigail once again.
"Nah. I shouldn't get involved. This is no fun if Phantomflake will learn about Nathan's plan. For now, I will just watch them on the sideline. Let's see who is gonna win this." Bam-Bam just snapped his claws and disappeared. He had a wide silly grin on his adorable face.
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Abigail came out of the bathroom, wearing the robe. Nathan hadn't returned yet. To vent her frustration, she kicked his tuxedo suit that was scattered on the floor, imagining that it was Nathan whom she was kicking.
She almost got fooled when Nathan generously covered her body using his tuxedo suit. But she was disappointed when Nathan didn't defend her.
"Admitting that I was at fault. Damn you, Nathan Sparks! F*ck you!" Abigail yelled inside the room before slumping her body on the soft cushion of the king-sized bed.
She lay on the bed, just staring blankly at the white ceiling. She didn't know what she did to make him so upset. Nathan's mood was truly unpredictable.
As she waited for Nathan to come back, Abigail unknowingly reminisced about the scene where Nathan and she were dancing on the dance floor.
His masculine fragrance was now engraved in her mind. She liked the smell of his fresh cologne. She felt like she was hypnotized by him a while ago.
She couldn't believe that she let her body pressed against his as they stood there in the middle of the crowd. She didn't want to admit it but part of her enjoyed that moment.
Though he was acting so cold and indifferent, Nathan's body was so warm. It felt so good to be trapped in his broad shoulders and his sturdy chest.
'Damn. He has good looks and an excellent physique. He is a devil that was so blessed by God.' Abigail lamented to her mind.
Abigail covered her face using both hands as she could feel her cheeks burning. She subconsciously blushed just thinking about Nathan and his impressive masculine aura.
She hit her head to wake her up from this daydream. Damn! She was not supposed to think of the devil. She was supposed to hate him, not admire him.
'Gosh! What's happening to me?'
Abigail was fighting with her inner thoughts when Nathan arrived. She didn't bother to stand up. She just remained lying on the bed as she listened to the sound of the closing door followed by Nathan's footsteps, inching closer and closer to her.
Upon reaching the bed, Nathan placed the paper bag, containing a new set of clothes, on her left side. "You can put these on." He plainly said before walking toward the mini-kitchen area of the room.
Abigail raised her head to check Nathan. She wondered what he was going to do. Since her clothes had arrived, Abigail got off the bed to change.
She was no longer in the mood to continue this date. Besides, Nathan already told her that they would go home after changing.
'Aiden and Stephen… just you wait. This date is void. This cannot be counted as a date. You should set me up with him for another date,' Abigail thought to herself, biting her lips in annoyance as she sprinted to the bathroom.
Meanwhile, Nathan started to boil water using the heater. He was preparing tea for Abigail. And he secretly put truth serum to her tea.
Nathan changed his mind about getting her drunk. Alcoholic drink was not good for her health as she had a gastric ulcer. So to avoid that, Nathan had decided to use their latest creation– the Truth Serum.
According to the scientists and the doctors who developed this serum in the Syphiruz facility, there was no bad side effect if someone would take this truth serum except for the fact that the person would never remember what he or she did or said while he or she was under the influence of this serum.
This serum was developed to make spies and enemies confess everything. Nathan spent billions of dollars on this project. He planned to use this truth serum for Phantomflake once she regained consciousness.
He didn't want her to commit suicide again without telling him who ordered her to kill Monica. This serum was specially made for Phantomflake. And now, he was going to use and test it with Abigail.
He wondered how honest she would be to him once she drank this truth serum. The effect of this serum would only last for thirty minutes to forty five minutes. The project team was still in the process of improving and upgrading this serum after conducting several tests.
Nathan expected her to say only the truth whenever he would ask her anything. His lips curled up into a sinister smile as he stirred the tea. The serum was tasteless so Abigail wouldn't notice that Nathan put something into her drink.
After a few minutes, Abigail came out of the bathroom. She was wearing a cream floral sleeveless dress which was above the knee. Chantha was the one who chose this design for her. Surprisingly the dress fit her well, accentuating her sexy figure.
Nathan was put in a trance for a moment when he saw Abigail in that simple yet beautiful dress. She looked good on everything. Just simply pretty.
"Let's go home." Abigail lazily said, not looking in Nathan's direction. She was still upset.
Nathan didn't react to her words. He just stepped forward, holding the cup of tea. Abigail frowned deeply when she saw Nathan in front of her, offering her a hot drink.
"You got soaked by water a while ago. You might feel cold. Drink this hot tea first.' Nathan softly said, making Abigail speechless.
'Eh? What's wrong with him? Just a while ago he was furious. And now, he is acting so kind and thoughtful. Something feels weird! Does the devil have bipolar disorder?' Abigail gazed at Nathan suspiciously.
"Don't give me that kind of look. Just drink this if you don't want to catch a cold." Nathan insisted, giving the cup of tea to her.
Abigail: "???"
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