A There was a pain in her arm. The bald man had injected something into her veins, and she immediately felt a little dizzy.
She had a bad feeling about this.
She shoved the bald man forcefully and ran forward as she shouted in a panic, "Help! Help!"
The bald man grabbed her arm and said with a lewd expression.
"Pretty girl, don't worry. I'll give go easy on you..."
"Get out of my way." Fiona tried to break free, but she was unable to.
Her hands and feet were weak as the bald man dragged her along.
Her vision was becoming more and more blurry. All of a sudden, someone wrapped his hand around her waist.
She was pulled into a strong embrace.
Fiona was dizzy and confused.
When she looked up and saw Samson, she blurted out as if she had gone crazy, "Your Majesty." Samson was speechless.
"I went to room 1802, and someone else was inside there. You lied to me." Samson said in a deep voice, and he sounded displeased.
Fiona did not understand what he was talking about. She looked at the bald man and hugged Samson tight.
"Your Majesty, there's an assassin. The empress wants to kill me."
Samson frowned suspiciously and glanced at the needle on the ground.
"Have you been drugged?"
"It was done by the empress. Your Majesty, you have to help me," Fiona said seriously.
Samson had no choice but to carry her and place her on the backseat of his car.
"I'll take you to the hospital."
Fiona wrapped her arms around his neck. She cut a pitiful sight as she said.
"I'm not ill. If I don't go to the hospital, will you use it as an excuse to lock me up?"
Samson ignored her and sat down next to her. He said to his bodyguard, "Go to the hospital.
"Your Majesty." Fiona was anxious.
She wrapped her arms around Samson's waist and lay on top of him.
"I'm not ill. I can serve you in bed today. I can serve you in bed every day. Can you let me serve you?"
A hint of emotions flashed past Samson Hunt's mind as he looked at Fiona's beautiful and lively eyes.
When Fiona saw that he did not agree, tears welled up in her eyes.
"The queen wants to kill me. Lady Connor dislikes me too. Lady Brooks, Lady Hudges and Lady Plath are also ganging up against me. Your Majesty, if you don't give me some love, I won't have a child to take care of me in the future." Samson frowned.
"Have you read too many romance novels? Do you remember who you are?" Fiona wore a cute expression.
"I'm Fiona. Your Majesty, don't you remember me anymore?"
Samson turned his face away in silence.
She grabbed his face and turned it towards her. Their faces were inches away.
He could feel her breath, and it kind of smelled like red wine.
"Your Majesty, why aren't you looking at me?"
Samson smiled when he saw how confused she was. He looked a little playful and rebellious at the same time, but he covered himself up with his maturity and teased meaningfully.
"I don't dare to look at you because you're too 'beautiful'."
"Beautiful?" Fiona said. "Your Majesty, since you think that I'm beautiful, can you stop playing around with so many women in the future and love only me?"
Samson looked at her quietly. She was the first person who could come up with such a timely reply to his sarcastic remark.
Seeing that he did not speak, Fiona panicked a little. She was worried that he would ignore her.
She lowered her head and kissed him gently on the lips.
Samson was shocked, and he straightened his back. She was also the first person who dared to kiss him against his will. After all, no girl had ever had the chance to come so close to him.
Noticing that he did not respond, Fiona licked her lips. She was a little confused.
She looked like a cute, innocent and helpless kitten. Her eyes were watery, and he could see his reflection in her eyes.
There was a hint of affection in his eyes. After all, she... She was the first person who caught his eye on his first day of university.
He was at the age where he should find a girlfriend, anyway.
"Claude Parker, go to the hotel," Samson ordered his bodyguard.
"Roger," the bodyguard answered. Fiona looked at the bodyguard.
Before she could see him clearly, Samson turned her face towards himself.
He said in a domineering manner as he clutched her chin, "Now that you're my girl, you're not allowed to look at other men!"
"Hmm?" Before Fiona could understand what he meant, he kissed her on the lips.
She felt as though the world was spinning. She closed her eyes, and all her muscles relaxed.
Samson extended his tongue into her mouth.
She said with a serious expression, "Your Majesty, I'm a snake. Aren't you afraid of me?"
Samson did not bother with her nonsense. He grabbed her chin and kissed her lips bit by bit.
The car stopped in front of the nearest hotel.
Fiona immediately leaned over the window and asked curiously, "Your Majesty, is this your palace?"
Samson sighed helplessly, and his feelings for her grew deeper.
"Can you please stay focused?"
"Okay, Your Majesty. But you must only love me from now onward." Samson looked at her quietly.
He was not the kind of person who made promises easily. But every time he made a promise, he would follow through on it. The way she looked at him tugged at his heartstrings. He agreed.
"Okay."
The bodyguard opened the door.
Samson got off the car, and before his feet touched the ground, Fiona stumbled out.
Samson carried her. The bodyguard was shocked. This was the first time he had seen Chairman Hunt dote on a girl to this extent. No, to be exact, this was the first time he had seen Chairman Hunt being so close to a girl.
Fiona did not struggle. She tilted her head, leaned against his shoulder and closed her eyes.
His breath fell on her neck.
Samson looked at her, and a hint of warmth flashed past his eyes. He smiled a little.
She usually looked serious and clear-minded. But right now, she was acting like a clingy child.
The bodyguards got them a room.
Samson put Fiona on the bed. Her eyes were still closed.