?<strong>Chapter 442:</strong>


    Turning, Rafael saw Allie pressing a razor de to her wrist. “If you leave now, I’ll end my life right here in front of you.”


    Rafael hesitated briefly, then responded coldly, “Do you think your threats affect me?”


    Allie gave a knowing smirk. “I’m aware you don’t care, but I’ll donate all the money, and you’ll receive nothing.” She knew exactly how to use the debt as leverage to keep Rafael bound to her.


    Noticing his irritation, Allie quickly shifted to a remorseful look. “Do you really need to go back?” She paused before offering a cunning smile. “Why not stay here with me tonight?”


    Allieid out her conditions clearly. “Every night, I want you to sleep with me. If you agree to this, I’ll allow you to visit your ex-wife once.”


    Rafael furrowed his brow, difort washing over him at her words. However, Allie spoke them effortlessly, as if she had been contemting this for a long time.


    Her ailment wasn’t physical—it was psychological.


    Rafael questioned her, “Are you amused by this? What do you gain from demeaning yourself like this? Do you think you’re manipting me? You’re a woman, Allie. If this gets out, you’ll be the one who suffers.”


    “I’m aware,” Allie replied, sping her hands behind her, her toes curling as she walked barefoot toward him. “But I just like you. You should be mine, and mine alone. Don’t you see? I dream of having you entirely to myself, away from everyone else.”


    To Rafael, her ideas were nothing short of irrational.


    Allie reached up to touch his shoulder, standing on her toes, her lips almost brushing his. “Sleep with me once, and I’ll pay you fifty million. Do we have a deal?”


    The proposal ignited a deep anger in Rafael, his sense of honor wounded.


    Before he could object, Allie rose on her toes and kissed him.


    His mouth didn’t close in time, allowing her tongue to slip through. It was clumsy, inexperienced, ufortable—but undeniably bold, assertive, and passionate.


    Then, a bitter taste spread across Rafael’s tongue. Realizing he had swallowed a small pill unintentionally, he shoved her away, his eyes widening in shock. “What did you give me?”


    Allie pulled a small box from behind her, revealing its contents. “These pills can keep a man going for four hours. I’m curious to see if that’s true.”


    “Damn!” Rafael cursed.


    Soon, the effects of the drug overwhelmed him. He felt both dry and feverish.


    Desperate for relief, he hurried to the kitchen and drank several sses of water, but it did no good. With a curious smile, Allie observed his struggle. Even affected by the drug, Rafael maintained hisposure, looking as handsome and detached as ever.


    “Does it feel ufortable?” she asked.


    The only thing on Rafael’s mind was to keep his distance from her for the next four hours, avoiding any interaction with women.


    Suddenly, the double doors to her bedroom shut on their own. Escape was no longer an option.


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