Belated Moonlight: He Regretted Only After I Left-Chapter 27: Shane Donovan Has Never Been This Flustered in His Life

Chapter 27: Chapter 27: Shane Donovan Has Never Been This Flustered in His Life

The forum meeting had already reached its conclusion.

Stella no longer had the mood to stay.

Just as she stood up to leave, she suddenly sensed something was amiss.

Initially, she only felt a bit hot, thinking it was due to the large crowd and poor air circulation. She instinctively loosened her collar and headed toward the less crowded terrace.

A moist cool breeze brushed past, yet the heat didn’t alleviate; instead, it spread rapidly throughout her body like wildfire, even causing her heart to race unexpectedly. Her vision began to blur slightly, and a sense of weakness emerged from her bones.

Something’s wrong...

This feeling is too strange!

She didn’t have a low alcohol tolerance — just two glasses of champagne wouldn’t cause such a reaction!

In that fleeting moment, she suddenly thought of the waiter from earlier...

Stella instantly realized what was happening. She hurriedly reached for her phone in her bag, hoping to call for help, but her fingers trembled uncontrollably, making even lighting up the screen feel exhausting.

She forced herself to continue moving with weakened legs, holding onto the wall as her vision grew increasingly fuzzy, with the noise around her sounding distant, as if through a water barrier, unclear.

She felt like a fish out of water, struggling to breathe, her body burning up.

"Miss, are you okay? Your face looks awful," someone noticed her distress and approached with concern to ask.

Stella opened her mouth but failed to articulate anything clearly, only managing a chaotic shake of her head, pushing away the helping hands as she continued to move forward arduously.

She couldn’t stay there, couldn’t let anyone see her like this!

...

At the same time, elsewhere at the venue.

Shane Donovan was quietly conversing with an international law expert, though his gaze occasionally wandered towards the direction Stella had previously been.

When he looked over again, he discovered the spot was now vacant.

His eyebrows minutely furrowed.

Almost simultaneously, Evan Hughes staggered up to him, elbowing him lightly as he spoke in a teasing tone, rife with mischief, "Hey, Young Master Donovan, have a look over there... your little beauty seems off, heading alone to the restroom, unsteady on her feet and flushed face... wow, might she have drunk too much?"

Shane’s gaze darkened abruptly, instinctively looking in the direction Evan pointed—

Sure enough, at the hallway leading to the exit, he spotted Stella almost unable to stand while holding onto the wall, seemingly on the verge of collapsing.

He couldn’t even spare a word of apology to the expert he had been conversing with as he spun around abruptly, striding quickly towards Stella!

"Hey? Shane..." The expert looked astonished.

Evan hurriedly chuckled to smooth over the situation, but as his gaze followed Shane’s rapidly retreating figure, a hint of schadenfreude gleamed in his eyes—

Oh, no holding back this time...

...

Shane practically ran down the lengthy corridor, growing nearer to the restroom area made his heart sink even further.

So quiet, too quiet.

When he pushed open the slightly ajar door of the ladies’ restroom, the scene inside nearly stopped his breath.

Stella was slumped on the cold tiled floor, leaning against the wall, her eyes glazed over, cheeks unnaturally red, and the strands of hair on her forehead dampened by sweat, clinging to her skin.

The neckline of her dress had been unconsciously tugged open slightly, revealing a delicate collarbone and a patch of smooth skin, with faint whimpers escaping her lips.

"Stella!" Shane swiftly approached, crouching down, attempting to help her up.

His touch seemed to ignite the final fuse.

Stella clung to him instinctively like a drowning person grasping a lifeline, pressing her burning body against him, her soft hands fumbling across his chest before fiercely grasping his collar and pulling down—

"So hot... so uncomfortable..." She tilted her head up, her hazy eyes laden with moisture, aiming haphazardly for his lips.

Shane instinctively turned his head to dodge.

Her lips grazed his jawline, leaving a scorching wet trail.

Like electricity running through him, sending a shiver.

Shane’s Adam’s apple moved violently, his body instantly tautening.

He took a deep breath, forcing down the turmoil within him, gripping her restless wrists, his voice hoarse and low from restraint:

"Stella! Look clearly at who I am?"

By now, Stella’s rationality had been stripped away by the drug; she only felt that being near this man alleviated the scorching heat engulfing her.

She protested with a dissatisfied twist of her body, whining and attempting to snuggle closer, mumbling incoherently, "...hot...so hot..."

Shane closed his eyes briefly, knowing remaining there would inevitably lead to trouble.

Without hesitation, he lifted her into his arms.

Stella instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her burning lips rubbing against the base of his neck...

Shane’s muscles tightened once again, his grip around her tightening slightly, almost gritting his teeth, swiftly removing his suit jacket to wrap her completely, concealing the tantalizing view from prying eyes.

He retrieved his phone, dialing the driver, his body ignited by the girl in his arms whilst his voice remained icy cold, "Drive the car to the elevator door at B2 of the underground parking lot, now! Immediately!"

...

Inside the stretched luxury car, the atmosphere was eerie and tense.

The driver stared straight ahead, raising the partition cautiously, striving to minimize his presence.

In the rear seat, Shane tried to push Stella away slightly as she clung to him like an octopus, attempting to position her on the seat beside him.

But under the effect of the drug, Stella’s strength was surprisingly formidable, and she was thoroughly uncooperative.

She only felt the ’cool source’ was departing, clinging more tightly, her small hands roaming aimlessly across him, sliding from his taut chest to his firm abdomen, even reaching down...

Shane drew a sharp breath, seizing her errant hand forcefully, veins pulsing on his forehead.

"Don’t move!"

But Stella was deaf to his command, another hand reaching up, hastily pulling at his shirt buttons, whimpering pitifully.

Shane had never been this disheveled in his life.

Provoked by an incoherent woman to near distraction yet compelled to maintain the last thread of rationality.

He could only laboriously restrain both of her restless hands while half-pinning her to the seat to prevent her from accidentally injuring herself.

The journey to his suburban villa seemed interminably long and torturous.

His expensive shirt was crumpled by her tugging, his tie askew, and his neck marked by several ambiguous bite marks.

Every touch, every soft whimper, challenged the self-control he so prided himself on...