She’s Back, and Hell’s Coming with Her novel Chapter 234

Something was wrong with the drink she’d had earlier—now she could feel it. A strange discomfort was blooming in her body.

She made her way toward that tall, aloof figure.

Celine really didn’t hold back. Whatever she put in the drink, the dose was brutal.

A wave of weakness washed over her, leaving her limbs tingling and unsteady. At the same time, a feverish heat began to surge from deep inside, threatening to overwhelm her.

“You—are you okay?” Marshall noticed something was off and hurried over, concern etched across his face.

Hester could barely stand. Gritting her teeth, she forced out, “I’m not feeling well. I need to go back to my room and rest.”

Celine had reserved the entire hotel tonight. The party went late, so rooms had already been arranged for everyone.

Seeing the flush on her cheeks, Marshall assumed she really was unwell and nodded. “Alright. Take care of yourself.”

Hester tried to keep her composure, but her steps were shaky as she made her way toward the elevators.

Her room was upstairs. She hoped Marshall would follow, just as she’d planned.

She hadn’t expected the drug to hit so hard, though—it was throwing her whole plan into chaos.

Stumbling, she pressed the elevator button.

Marshall’s gaze never left her. Watching her struggle to walk straight, his worry grew, and he followed.

Just as he approached, Hester staggered backward—suddenly, their bodies were pressed tightly together.

The heat inside her spiked, rushing through her in waves.

She knew it was Marshall behind her, but at that moment, she couldn’t care about pride or appearances. Instinctively, she let herself collapse into his arms.

Marshall stiffened, his breath catching, every muscle strung tight before snapping all at once.

When he finally regained his senses, he tried to push her away.

But she clung to him, her grip unwavering.

For two seconds, his mind went blank. This wasn’t the Hester he’d known at Sutton Manor.

During the day, she was always reserved, poised, untouchable.

But now…

He tried to fight it, to hold himself back—but his body betrayed him.

Hester’s lips brushed against his neck.

He fumbled with the top button of his shirt, desperate for air.

“Take me to my room. Please, hurry…” Hester’s voice was thick with desperation.

Marshall wrapped an arm around her waist, and she melted into his embrace.

The elevator felt unbearably slow.

He even wondered if he should just carry her up the stairs.

But a glance around reminded him—being seen like this would be a disaster.

He held back.

Hester could feel the growing tension in his body. She knew he was fighting himself.

Taking her chance, she rose on tiptoe, her soft lips finding his.