Refusing to Remarry: Mr. Hawthorne, You Are Out-Chapter 139: That Woman Is Quite Interesting

Chapter 139: Chapter 139: That Woman Is Quite Interesting

She didn’t know what drug the waiter had put in the wine, but seeing Leon Grant’s condition so bad, her heart panicked with him!

Perhaps, she shouldn’t have listened to Candace Ford at all?

Forcing the last bit of consciousness, she wanted to call for help, wanted to dial 120 for Leon Grant.

But just as she was about to do so, her hand was suddenly grasped tightly!

"You..."

She had just opened her mouth when the next moment, she was pulled into an embrace by a great force!

What followed was Leon Grant’s scorching body and fiery kiss.

"Raine..." he murmured, even in a muddled consciousness, he could clearly call out the name that echoed in his heart!

Lily Sinclair’s whole body stiffened.

Only then did she realize all of this was because she had borrowed her cousin’s identity...

If it weren’t for Leon Grant mistaking her for her cousin, he would never have treated her like this, right?

Before she could continue her lament, the man’s actions on her became increasingly frenzied.

She could clearly feel that despite his intense suppression, he was still cautiously taking care of her, fearing to harm her the slightest bit.

Not until the zipper on the side of her dress was pulled open did she suddenly awaken to the fact that the added ingredient that waiter spoke of was this kind of drug?

At the time, even after just a small sip, she was already feeling dizzy and her body slowly heating up, not to mention Leon Grant who had taken a big gulp!

"Leon..." Her consciousness nearly slipped away as well, heat and emptiness replacing everything, and she unconsciously murmured his name.

I’m sorry.

It’s my fault for harming you...

Leon Grant, already in a chaotic passion, couldn’t bear it any longer upon hearing those two words.

"Mhm!"

"Mm!"

The two of them let out a simultaneous sigh, and from that moment, fate intertwined them together!

Afterward, Lily Sinclair couldn’t remember much, only sinking into the speed and strength he bestowed upon her.

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By the time Raine Sinclair arrived at the ball, twenty minutes had already passed.

She had no mask and no dress; the doorman didn’t allow her in at all.

This posed quite a difficulty.

"Miss, we have a rule here; you must wear a mask to enter, and with your attire..."

The waiter was new and didn’t recognize Raine Sinclair, just following the rules.

Raine Sinclair was quite helpless, recalling the makeup room she had visited earlier; she dodged the doorman and slipped in quietly.

The makeup room was empty; her mask and dress had been taken by Lily Sinclair, leaving only Lily Sinclair’s dress and a butterfly mask.

Not particularly caring about these things, she simply put on Lily Sinclair’s dress and went to the masquerade ball.

By this time, the ball had already been going for a while; no one recognized her in the butterfly mask she wore, so she was free to enjoy herself.

After taking a stroll around the dance floor, she began looking for Jordan Holden.

It seemed as if fate was playing a trick—just when she wanted to find Jordan Holden, he had arranged a masquerade ball, making the search quite challenging with everyone wearing masks!

After only a few steps, someone blocked her path, "Miss, may I invite you for a dance?"

"I’m sorry," Raine Sinclair replied quickly, turning to walk away.

She didn’t have time for this now...

The man she rejected looked momentarily stiff, but only for a second before he moved on to invite another.

Thus, before finding Jordan Holden, Raine Sinclair had already turned down seven or eight men.

Soon, she began to attract attention as the elusive dance partner.

"That woman is quite interesting," Finn Wyatt, wearing a devil mask, immediately noticed Raine Sinclair standing out in the crowd.

Even though he couldn’t see her face, her unique cold and aloof temperament was rare in this world!

His friend Quentin Carlson followed his gaze and teased, "What, is Mr. Wyatt interested?"

Finn Wyatt didn’t immediately answer, but his gaze continued to follow the woman with the butterfly mask weaving through the crowd.

Quentin Carlson, seeing this, laughed, "I bet she won’t dance with you."

"And if we bet, what’s the wager?" Finn Wyatt’s competitive spirit was instantly piqued.

Of course, sometimes men are just this trivial...

"I heard you recently got a new sports car? A global limited edition? Let’s bet on that!" Quentin Carlson slowly stated something he had been eyeing for a while, but had never found an excuse to acquire. Tonight was a good opportunity!

Finn Wyatt raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself that this kid actually wanted his sports car?

Did he know how difficult it was to get that car?

However, he couldn’t reveal his thoughts, so he smiled and said, "Sure, but if I win, I want your villa at Golden Bay."

"..." Quentin Carlson was stunned. That villa was designed and built by himself, taking over four years to complete; he hadn’t even moved in yet!

Seeing his reaction, Finn Wyatt swirled the red wine in his glass, "Reluctant?"

Quentin Carlson’s expression changed; stiffly, he said, "Who said I’m reluctant? A bet is a bet!"

After getting a satisfactory answer, Finn Wyatt tilted his head back and downed the contents of his glass.

Just as a waiter walked past, he set down the empty glass and headed toward the owner of the butterfly mask.

At the moment, Raine Sinclair was unaware of the big trouble approaching her.

She had searched most of the venue yet still hadn’t spotted Jordan Holden!

Her mood was growing anxious when another man suddenly appeared beside her, "Miss, you’ve been wandering around for a while and still haven’t found a dance partner you like?"

Raine Sinclair initially didn’t want to engage, but the voice sounded strangely familiar.

Turning around, she was met by a devil mask, making her eyes widen instantly, and she instinctively asked, "Finn Wyatt?!"

"..." Hearing his name called, Finn Wyatt was also taken aback.

Wasn’t he wearing a mask?

Then... what’s the point of this masquerade ball?

Plus... wait, why did that surprised voice also sound so familiar?

He scrutinized the woman in front of him for a long time before squeezing out three words through clenched teeth, "Raine Sinclair?"

"It’s me!" Raine Sinclair nodded.

Finn Wyatt fell silent once more.

How could it be so coincidental?

He had spent the entire evening at this ball without finding a single woman he fancied, and the one he’d finally taken an interest in turned out to be Raine Sinclair?

The coincidence was so unbelievable!

While Finn Wyatt was still engulfed in shock, Raine Sinclair took the opportunity to ask, "Have you seen Mr. Holden, Jordan?"

"I have seen him..." Finn Wyatt was still lost in his thoughts, responding somewhat absentmindedly.

"Where is he?" Raine Sinclair asked again.

Having someone who knew was better than searching aimlessly herself!

By this time, Finn Wyatt had somewhat regained his composure. Turning his head, he saw his friend watching him from a distance. He then cleared his throat and seized the moment, saying, "Dance with me, and I’ll tell you."