Chapter 452: A Sense Of Bad Feeling
Clement walked into the room following Wendy. Seeing the woman lying on the bed, his look changed.
He loosened his tie and walked forward. She asked Wendy flirtatiously and gently, "You feel very uncomfortable, don’t you?"
"Yes," answered Wendy.
"Shall I help you?" Clement tempted Wendy, "Let me help you, then you will not only feel comfortable but also feel very happy."
"Really?" Wendy knew what Clement meant and looked very expectantly.
How could Clement resist such a charming girl like Wendy?
He took off his coat at once.
Wendy’s heart beat faster when she saw Clement getting closer and closer.
When Clement was about to touch her, Wendy said very uncomfortably, "I want to drink water, I am so thirsty, water..."
Wendy blinked her eyes with a dreamy look at the man in front of her and requested, "Could you please give me a glass of water? Thank you."
How could Clement think about getting water at that moment?
He only wanted to sleep with the woman in front of him.
So Clement pounced himself onto her directly.
Wendy’s heart beat faster and faster.
No way, she could not let Clement really take advantage of her.
He did not go and get water for her, so Wendy had to think of some other ways.
The next moment, she looked up at him and tried to vomit.
She was not really drunk so she could not throw up anything out of her.
Clement stopped his action for a moment when he heard her sound of vomiting.
But when he saw that she did not really vomit, he continued to do what he intended to do.
Wendy was a little anxious.
What should she do now?
Wendy subconsciously pushed the man away and turned around to lie on her side.
She picked her throat with her hand quickly.
She heard that picking throat could help one vomit.
But she never tried before, she had to try today.
The next moment, she felt very upset in her stomach.
She knew that she was about to throw up.
Wendy turned her head to Clement and threw up upon him.
Clement felt disgusted at the sudden vomiting.
He stood up abruptly and looked at the vomit on his body very detestably.
Wendy looked very afraid and panic, "I am sorry sir, I am sorry. I don’t mean it."
Clement closed his eyes for a moment. The blue veins on his forehead protruded out, indicating his emotional changes.
However, Wendy was just a drunkard at that time. Clement could not do anything to her just because she vomited on him.
"I....I really want to drink a glass of water, otherwise, I will throw up again." Saying that she acted as if she would throw up again.
Clement had no other choice but to pour some water for Wendy.
Wendy took the water, took a sip, and then threw up again.
This time Clement was prepared and he stepped far away to avoid.
Clement’s passion decreased a lot as Wendy just vomited.
However, he still had some interest in Wendy.
So he still wanted to sleep with her.
But the vomit on his body made him very upset.
"Sir, there are dirty things on your body..." Wendy pointed to Clement’s clothes and asked," Do you want to take a shower? My bathroom is over there..."
Wendy stood up and stumbled out of the bedroom, and she pointed in the direction of the bathroom.
Clement strode toward the bathroom and said, "Wait for me a short while."
...
Clement would definitely take a shower since he was able to.
Otherwise, he really could not bear the disgusting vomit on him.
Wendy saw Clement turn around and leave.
Her look calmed down and turned cold immediately.
She could not see anything clearly from outside, but Wendy heard the sound of water from inside the bathroom.
She knew that Clement was taking a shower.
Wendy walked into the kitchen quietly and took out the medicine she just put into the cabinet.
She also took goblets and wine.
She originally wanted to take them to the bedroom.
But she thought that as a drunkard, it was somehow strange to fetch something and go back to the bedroom.
So Wendy directly went to the dining room with the wine and the goblets.
Sitting on the sofa, Wendy poured two glasses of wine, took out the medicine, and put it in one of them.
She shook it hard, and the medicine dissolved instantly, nothing visible was left.
She looked at the bathroom and there was still the sound of water inside.
Wendy felt relieved.
Next, she just had to wait for Clement to drink the wine.
Hearing that the sound of water died down in the bathroom, Wendy stood on the sofa barefoot, took the water cup on the table as a microphone, and started to sing loudly.
Clement walked out of the bathroom door and saw Wendy singing on the sofa and he looked a little angry.
But he felt funny the next moment.
This woman was indeed a treasure.
He was drying his hair with a towel.
While walking toward Wendy, he saw the wine on the table and asked, "Haven’t you had enough wine?"
Wendy heard him and stopped singing, she came down from the sofa and held the glasses of wine. She handed one of them to Clement, "No, drink more wine with me.
You cannon leave unless you are drunk..."
Clement took the wine and looked at Wendy.
He saw that Wendy could sing and dance and that she was still wide conscious.
It would be easier for him if he accompanied her to drink more so that she would be drunker.
Clement thought of that and was starting to drink.
Wendy stared at him drinking without a blink of an eye.
Just when Clement was about the drink the wine, he suddenly stopped.
Wendy urged him subconsciously, "Sir, why don’t you keep drinking?"
Clement looked cold and glanced at Wendy.
Wendy felt so afraid that her heart beat faster as soon as she saw Clement’s look.
Did he find out anything?
It would be impossible.
Everything had gone well up until now.
Wendy did not know why he would stop, so she had to say again, "Sir, are you drunk? You are really not good at drinking since you got drunk with such a little amount of wine. You are even worse than me."
Then Wendy laughed as if she was ridiculing Clement.
In order to let down Clement’s guard, Wendy actively took the glass of wine on the table and shook it," Sir, are you really not able to drink more?"
"No..." Clement resumed his smile as if nothing had happened, "I was always the one who drank first, what about that you go first this time?"
Saying that, Clement headed the glass of wine in his hand to Wendy.
Of course, Wendy did not dare to take it.
She knew very well what was inside.
Wendy stared at Clement calmly as if nothing had happened.
She did not know what he meant.
Did he just want her to drink first?
Or did he find out anything?
...
Wendy shook the goblet in her hand smilingly, "I will drink my own, I won’t drink the one you have touched."
Wendy looked natural but disgusted, and then she drank all the wine all at once.
She bottomed up the goblet and there was not a single drop left.
"Sir, I have finished, it is your turn now," Wendy said.
But after saying that, Wendy realized that the glass of wine in Clement’s hand was gone.
Clement laughed, "I have no habit of letting women drink, so I drank with you."
Clement put down the goblet and wiped the trace of wine left at the corner of his mouth.
His smile became even more vicious.
He took the goblet from Wendy’s hand and poured a full glass of wine for her again.
"I have said that I will accompany you to have as much fun as possible today, and I will keep my words," Clement held up the goblet," Come on...."
But Wendy felt that something was wrong.
She did not see with her own eyes that Clement drank the wine.
However, there was a trace of wine at the corner of his mouth.
And he did not seem to have discovered anything.
Otherwise, Clement could get angry right away since they were the only ones in the house.
There is absolutely no need to accompany her to keep drinking.
Wendy took the glass of wine and slightly took a sip.
She could not drink anymore.
Otherwise, she would really become drunk.
But Clement drank everything directly.
Wendy fell onto the sofa and held her head with her hands. She looked very uncomfortable, "I am so hot, no, I have to take a shower as well. Sir, wait for me, I will continue drinking with you after I take a shower."
Then Wendy jumped down from the sofa and walked to the bathroom.
She was not really going to take a shower, she just wanted to leave Clement alone for a while.
Todd said that the medicine would take effect in several minutes.
If she kept drinking with Clement for several more minutes, she was not sure who would lose consciousness.
It also made Clement excited that Wendy was going to take a shower.
So he did not prevent her but let her do what she wanted to do.
He sat down on the sofa, held the goblet, and shook it gently.
Wendy walked into the bathroom and closed the door.
She turned on the shower faucet and there was the sound of water right away.
Time passed by.
Wendy estimated that seven or eight minutes passed, and she opened the bathroom door.
She looked into the living room carefully.
As expected, she saw Clement lying down on the sofa.
She felt a little relieved.
It seemed that Clement finally fell into the trap.
She overthought just now.
She walked close to him slowly and pushed him. She cried in a low voice," Sir? Sir?"
She did not hear any response from Clement after calling him several times.
Clement was unconscious, so what Wendy had to do next was to call Todd.
But she had thrown away her mobile phone.
Wendy walked to the telephone and dialed Todd’s number.
The phone rang for a while but nobody answered.
Wendy frowned and had some ominous presentiment.
She hanged up and dialed once again.
Still, nobody answered.
"What happened?" Wendy murmured quietly," Shouldn’t he be waiting for my call anytime now?"
Nobody answered after Wendy dialed several times. Wendy completely panicked.
Wendy put down the telephone. She was thinking that since she could not get in touch with Todd now, she had better tie Clement up while he was unconscious.
So Wendy went away to find a rope.
ut when she came back with the rope, she did not see the man who was on the ofa just now.
...
Where was he?
Wendy felt that her brain buzzed.
Where was Clement?
Wasn’t he on the sofa, unconscious just now?
"Sir?" Wendy called Clement tentatively.
Wendy originally thought that Clement ran away, thinking that she would do something to him.
But obviously, Wendy underestimated this man.
Clement’s voice suddenly appeared behind Wendy," I am here."
The voice of Clement was very abrupt and thus sounded very clear in a silent living room.
Wendy was startled and turned around subconsciously.
When she saw Clement stand in front of her, Wendy swallowed and sounded obviously surprised, "You... you are not drunk?"
Wendy wanted to say, "You did not faint?"
But she stopped when she was about to say that.
She would have given out everything if she asked like that.
"Beauty, you are not drunk either, aren’t you?" Clement held his arms around his chest and smiled playfully.
"I..." It would make sense for Wendy to pretend to be drunk at this time.
Obviously, Clement knew something.
"Why aren’t you drunk?" Wendy still felt strange.
What on earth went wrong?
Clement should not have known that she put medicine in this wine.
Wendy recalled that she did not see Clement drink the wine with her own eyes.
Did he pour away the wine while she was drinking at that time?
Wendy looked at the ground, it was dry without any wine.
Clement knew what Wendy was looking for.
He pointed to the trash bin nearby and reminded her," Look there."
Wend listened to what he said and took several steps toward the trash bin.
She looked down at the trash bin and saw that it was wet.
Well...
"You did not drink the wine?" Wendy took a deep breath and had a bad feeling.
"No, I did drink the wine." smiled Clement," I drank so many glasses of wine with you, and you saw with your own eyes that I drank them, how was it possible that I did not?"
"You know what I am talking about." Since what she did was found out, it would be meaningless if she kept pretending to know nothing.
Clement also did not beat around the bush anymore and said," Indeed, I did not drink that particular one."
"You know everything?" Wendy could not figure out what went wrong.
It seemed that everything went well.
Clement would not have followed her back if he already knew that there was something wrong.
Clement nodded. Wendy took a deep breath and continued to ask," How did you know? When did you know?"
Wendy wanted to know how she failed.
Clement strode to the sofa and sat down with a smile on his face. He held the glass of wine and shook it gently. He stared at the wine but he explained to Wendy patiently, "To be honest, I almost fell into your trap.
Indeed, I was attracted by you since last night. I have to admit that the role you played really satisfied my taste.
I did not suspect anything before I drank that particular glass of wine.
And the medicine you put in the wine was indeed colorless and odorless.
However, it is a pity that you did not investigate me thoroughly enough.
I have been always in different places for sensual entertainment and pleasure for years. I have seen all kinds of medicine.
In addition, I was born to be very sensitive to alcohol.
I can taste the difference if there is something else in the wine.
Therefore, it is not difficult for me to distinguish a medicine that is colorless and odorless,"
