Chapter 357 Where Did the Clothes Come From?

• However, as soon as Victoria touched his button, her wrist was grabbed by a strong force. She looked up and was met with Alaric's dark gaze. In the dim living room, Alaric stared intently at her; his eyes were like a predator eyeing prey.
• Victoria was startled since she didn't notice he had woken up. Good, he's awake. I can tell him to clean himself up. However, he seems kind of off. Is he not right in the head? Although she had never tried it herself, she had heard things about being unable to control oneself if they were drugged. What if… Before she could think any further, the grip of her wrist tightened, and she could hear Alaric's breath becoming heavier.
• Immediately, her expression changed drastically, and she tried to struggle out of his grasp. "The alcohol and towel are right beside you. Since you are awake, you can do—ah!" Before she could finish her words, she yelped when Alaric pulled her toward him. Then, Victoria's view turned upside down as Alaric pinned her to the couch. His breath was hot, and his scent surrounded her. He pinned Victoria's hands above her head and leaned down toward her. In that split second, Victoria's heart almost jumped out of her chest. She remembered the kids were still sleeping in the room and whispered, "What are you doing, Alaric?"