She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 584

Loyce stood up and headed inside, casually pushing open the door to a lounge to rest her eyes for a bit. The room was unlit, and with the daylight gone, it was practically pitch black.

She took two steps in and reached for the light switch, but stopped when she noticed a dark silhouette slumped on the sofa. The heavy scent of alcohol hung in the air. "Sorry, I thought it was empty," she murmured.

Deciding to give the stranger some privacy, she turned to leave.

"Loyce." A strained, gravelly voice sliced through the silence, stopping her in her tracks.

She walked over to the sofa. The man was leaning back against the cushions, his hair damp and messy. His crisp white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, and his long legs were stretched out lazily.

Loyce took one look at him, her breath catching slightly, before feigning composure. "Yes?"

Seeing her stand there like a statue, a low chuckle escaped his lips.

This was exactly what he needed.

It was his Loyce, the only woman who could instantly awaken an endless tide of possessiveness and desire within him.

"I feel terrible," he murmured. "Help me."

Loyce was tipsy, but her mind was still sharp. She leaned over and pressed the back of her hand against his forehead. The heat radiating from his skin nearly scorched her.

"You've been drugged," she said, her brow furrowing with certainty. "Wait here. I'm getting a doctor."

She hadn't brought any medical supplies on board. She turned the doorknob, just as the sound of Yorick's voice echoed from the hallway. He was searching for her.

Yorick had originally wanted to apologize for his outburst in the banquet hall, but she wasn't in her room or on the deck. Then, the ship's doctor informed him that Lucian had been dosed with an aphrodisiac, sending Yorick into a blind panic.

He was absolutely certain that if Lucian found Loyce in that state, he'd cross every line, completely ruining Yorick's chances. He had immediately dragged Morris along to help find her.

As Yorick neared the lounge, the door Loyce had just unlatched was abruptly slammed shut by a large hand.

Loyce found herself pinned between the solid warmth of Lucian's chest and the cold wood of the door, listening to Yorick's frantic calls fade down the hall.

A heavily muscled arm braced against the door right beside her head. Lucian ducked his head, pressing his lips to the nape of her neck. "I already saw the doctor. They don't have an antidote."

He wrapped an arm around her waist, effortlessly spinning her around to face him. He stared down at her, his eyes blazing with an intoxicating mix of love and naked hunger. "Loyce... help me?"

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