The Billionaire's Regret: His Secret Wife Turned Medical Genius novel Chapter 127

In Kinsworth Hotel's presidential suite, Emily lay curled up on the thick carpet, rubbing against it like the heat might fade if she just kept moving. She tugged at her neckline, breathing hard with glassy and dazed eyes.

Meanwhile, Arthur crouched beside her, worry evident on his face.

He reached out and felt Emily's forehead—she was burning up. Her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing was fast and uneven.

This wasn't just drunkenness or a fever. He could tell she'd been drugged. Whatever she'd been given, it was hitting hard, and she needed relief now.

Taking her to the hospital now meant waiting for the registration, tests, and gastric lavage. It would be too late by then and would just cause a scene and ruin her reputation.

In the background, Emily groaned in agony, her fingernails scraping at the carpet in despair. "Water... It's so hot..." she rasped and sobbed, sounding as pitiful as a dying little creature.

Gabriel's heart clenched hard. He watched her writhe in agony, hesitation flashing in his eyes.

At last, he took a deep breath and asked, "Emily, it's an emergency. Do you... Do you want me to help you?"

The words threaded through the fog and tripped all her alarms.

Emily shoved at Arthur with what little strength remained. "No... Don't touch me..."

Just then, the door burst open—the force of which was so intense that the doorframe shook.

Gabriel stood there, eyes red and seething with rage. Behind him stood several bodyguards in black as well.

His eyes instantly locked onto the two people on the carpet. Emily was flushed, and her clothes looked rumpled. From the look of things, Arthur was just meaning to reach for her too.

Gabriel's fist tightened, causing his veins to bulge. "Get him out of here!" he growled through clenched teeth.

Immediately, two bodyguards grabbed Arthur by the arms.

Arthur fought to wrench himself free. "Gabriel, are you out of your mind? She needs..."

But Gabriel didn't give him a chance to explain things. He simply shot him a cold, cutting look. "Hold him."

"Yes, Mr. Holton."

Arthur couldn't break free from their grip. As he was dragged toward the hall, he twisted and shouted over his shoulder, "You don't deserve her! You'll regret this!"

However, the door soon slammed behind him, cutting off his voice completely.

At that moment, only Gabriel and Emily were left in the suite.

Gabriel walked toward Emily, towering over her as she lay curled up on the floor.

Finally, Gabriel let out a sigh of relief. He shut off the water, wrapped Emily snugly in a towel, and carried her to the bed. He then tucked the covers around her and quietly stepped out of the room.

All the while, Roman and the bodyguards had waited in the hall.

"Mr. Holton," Roman said.

Gabriel smoothed a hand over his soaked shirt, his expression shifting back to one of indifference. "What happened?"

Roman handed him a tablet. "We traced it. Mrs. Holton was out with Ms. Prescott and Mr. Hamilton at a private club. A server tampered with her cocktail."

Gabriel frowned. "A server?" He didn't buy for a second that a random waiter had picked Emily on a whim.

Roman lowered his head and said, "Yes. We questioned him, and he admitted he got jealous seeing Mrs. Holton with Mr. Hamilton and spiked her drink."

Gabriel let out a cold laugh. His explanation didn't hold water.

"Get rid of him," Gabriel cruelly said.

With that, he turned and walked into a next door suite.

Roman straightened up and respectfully answered, "Yes, Mr. Holton."