Force Marriage With Her

Chapter Twenty Eight

"Do you still feel cold?" Freen asked. She turned down the temperature inside the room.

Becky was startled when she heard her voice. She jumped like she had been struck by lightning.

She quickly turned her head around and saw Freen who was sitting behind her, drying her hair. She only wore a bathrobe and it appeared that she wore nothing underneath it.

Becky was shocked. She looked down at herself and noticed she was only wearing a bathrobe as well.

"What have you done to me? Why am I here?" She moved over hastily. She looked at Freen with horror.

"You didn't remember anything?" Freen was slightly surprised.

"Remember what?" Becky cautiously picked up the pillow by her hand and hit her angrily. "You are a beast! bitch! Scum!"

Freen smiled and took the pillow from her but when she saw Becky's victimized eyes and the tears that fell, her heart immediately sank.

"Even if you don't remember, I can assure you that I have done nothing wrong. Does it feel like there is something wrong physically?" Freen said.

Becky was dumbstruck.

In addition to feeling cold, she was a little bit sore but not because something had happened. It felt more so like she had a bubble bath or long shower and there was no extraordinary sensation in her secretive area.

Becky put down her legs down on the floor and tried to stand up but she almost fell over.

Freen quickly reached out and grab her. "Slow down!"

Becky realized that Freen did not do anything to her. Her weakness was because of something else and her being too tired.

Will she just let her go?

Becky looked at Freen with disbelief.

Through the bathrobe, Becky's eyes swept over her chest. She felt a little shy and looked away. "Why are you not wearing clothes?"

"You were the one that forced me to take them off." Freen said innocently.

After she took Becky to the bathroom, she did not let go of Freen no matter what she said. Not only did she take off her clothes but she kept kissing her. Her enthusiasm almost made Freen unable to control herself.

Becky was completely flabbergasted. Her eyes widened as she tried to argue but suddenly a few fragments of memories flashed through her mind.

Did it really happen?

Becky was a little confused. How could she do those things?

She remembered that she was strongly hanging on to Freen's body and took of her clothes. Although it was only a few fragments, it was enough to make her look up in embarrassment.

What's more, the little red spots on Freen's body were clearly the 'marks' she left behind.

Watching her cheeks get red, Freen guessed at what she was thinking.

"Drink some ginger tea first." Freen whispered and handed her a teacup. "You took a cold shower for so long. Be careful and it will be easy to catch a cold."

Becky took the tea and drank it but she had doubts rising in her. She remembered that she was eating with Kade and then planned to go to the bathroom. But then, what happened?

"Was I've been drugged?" Becky looked at Freen with surprised.

Looking at her skeptical eyes, Freen was somewhat speechless. "Do you suspect me?"

Becky lowered her head. When she met Freen, the effectiveness of the drug had already begun to attack her. It wasn't possible that this was done by Freen.

"Who did it?" Becky whispered and then frowned. "Heidi? How did she do it?"

"I asked Heng to check. He said that the drug was not in the wine but on the inside of the glass." Freen explained. "But it is coincidental. Heidi also drank from your glass of wine."

"She also drank it? Evil is rewarded with evil." Becky couldn't help but say. "Where is my cell phone?"

Freen handed the phone to her. "Your battery died so I charged it for you-" Becky didn't wait her to finish her sentence and anxiously grabbed the phone and pressed the power button.

She had just disappeared. Surely, Kade and Irinn will be worried.

She should at least tell them that she was safe.

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Kade and Irinn searched the entire bathroom and didn't find Becky. They could not even reach on her phone either.

"Nop! Where are you hiding Becky?" Kade said angrily. "I should have known that you are unkind bitches. What about the apology? Clearly you just wanted this opportunity to take revenge on Becky didn't you?"

"I really don't know where she is." Nop had an innocent, anxious look. "How could I harm Becky? We came here to apologize!"

"You won't do it, but Heidi?" Irinn asked angrily.

"Don't fight," Nat frowned. "Let's go back and ask Heidi, maybe there will be a clue."

They returned to the room but there was no one inside. They all looked at each other and realized there was more to the story.

"Nop, what else do you have to say?" Irinn questioned angrily.

"Nop, call her and find out where she is!" Nat said in distress.

Nop rushed to take out his phone and dialed Heidi's number. but his call was sent directly to voicemail.

He quickly dialed her number several times but each time it was sent to voicemail .

"Forget about it, let's call the police." Kade said with concern.

"I will try one more time!" Nop said in panic. He dialed the number again. This time someone answered the phone.

"Heidi, where are you?" He asked.

He heard a man and a woman groaning, the sound of a physical collision.

"Your boyfriend doesn't give up easily. He won't stop calling," a man on the phone said.

"So, we will let him listen. How are we going to serve his girlfriend. I let her boyfriend listen to how this bitch groans."

Nop's face went red and angry. he smashed his mobile phone at the wall as hard as he could.

His phone didn't break but just fell on the ground. It was not on speakerphone but everyone in the room could still hear the screaming on the other end of the line.

Listening to uncivilized ramblings of the man in the phone and Heidi's response, Kade and Irinn were both stunned and couldn't help but blushed.

They were all extremely worried. Did Becky encounter an attacked like this?

Nop walked over in panic and picked up the phone. He pressed several buttons on the phone before he hung it.

"I have heard his voice." Nat stated as he seemed to be pondering something. "Follow me."