Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 181: Aren’t You the Best Antidote?

Vivian Quinn had already eaten dinner at Sycamore Bay, but she’d had a few more bites at the party and was feeling a bit full. Just as she was about to take Elle out for a walk, Shirley Wentworth approached her.

"Miss Quinn, thank you for helping me look after Elle. Allow me to propose a toast."

Vivian accepted the wine glass and discreetly sniffed its contents. Detecting nothing unusual, she downed it in one gulp.

Shirley Wentworth took Elle’s hand. "I need to take Elle to meet a few friends. Miss Quinn, please enjoy yourself."

"Alright."

Elle didn’t want to leave Vivian. "I want to stay with Vivian!"

Vivian soothed him, "Go with your mommy for now. I’ll come find you later, okay?"

Elle pouted, replying reluctantly, "Okay then..."

Once they were gone, Vivian left as well, heading to the garden outside the banquet hall for a breath of fresh air.

The garden was large and deserted. Vivian could finally take a deep breath of fresh air.

Vivian sat on an outdoor bench, slipping off her high heels to relax her feet.

Suddenly, she heard a faint meow.

Vivian listened closely. The sound was coming from a nearby patch of bushes.

Curious, she walked over and parted the bushes. Sure enough, a small kitten was huddled inside.

It was too dark in the bushes, so Vivian took out her phone and turned on the flashlight. She saw that the kitten had an injured paw.

Vivian lifted the kitten out of the bushes and examined it carefully, discovering that the wound was already festering.

Vivian looked around, plucked a few herbs from a flowerbed, and washed them. Then, holding the kitten, she went to clean its wound.

The kitten couldn’t stand the pain and let out a soft whimper.

"Shh, just bear with it for a moment," Vivian soothed. Once the wound was clean, she carried the kitten back to the bench, chewed the herbs into a paste, and applied it to the injury.

She looked around but couldn’t find anything to use as a bandage.

Just as she was about to tear a strip from her dress, a pair of long, well-defined hands appeared in front of her. "Would this work?"

Vivian looked up to see the face of a man she didn’t recognize.

The man was dressed in a black suit, with striking features and a distinguished air about him. A warm smile graced his handsome face.

Vivian looked at the tie he was offering and politely declined. "Thank you, but that’s alright."

"It would be a shame to tear such a beautiful dress. A tie can be washed and reused."

After a moment’s hesitation, Vivian reached out and accepted it. "Thank you."

Vincent Wentworth lowered his gaze, watching the young woman as she carefully bandaged the kitten’s paw. ’It was as if a gentle breeze had swept through his heart, stirring ripples on a calm surface.’

Vivian deftly finished bandaging the kitten’s paw, then stood up to face the man. "Thank you. Could you give me an address? I’ll have it cleaned and mailed back to you."

Vincent had intended to brush it off as nothing, but he found himself saying, "Why don’t we exchange contact information? We can get in touch that way."

"Alright."

Vivian exchanged contact information with him, then picked up the kitten again. "I should get going."

"Alright."

Just as Vivian was about to leave, the world suddenly spun around her, and she felt herself falling backward.

Vincent instinctively reached out and caught her back. "Are you alright?" 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"I’m fine." Vivian shook her head forcefully, trying to stay calm, but it felt as if a raging fire was coursing through her body, threatening to incinerate her from the inside out.

A sudden realization hit Vivian. She quickly pushed the man away. "I’m fine, thank you. You can leave now."

"You don’t look well." Vincent frowned. "Are you feeling sick?"

"I’m fine..."

Vincent was no naive boy; he’d seen this sort of thing before. He quickly put two and two together. "Have you been drugged?"

Vivian managed a difficult nod.

Vincent immediately pulled out his phone. "I’ll have someone bring an antidote."

"There’s no time." Vivian’s hands clenched the hem of her dress. "I need to get in a bath."

Vincent made an instant decision. "I’ll take you to a room."

"No..." Vivian pinched her own arm hard, trying to regain some clarity. She grabbed her phone to call Ian Sterling, but there was no signal—the call wouldn’t connect.

"You can’t wait any longer." Vincent said, seeing her condition rapidly deteriorating. "Trust me. I won’t do anything to you."

Vivian didn’t refuse. The drug’s effect was too potent; she couldn’t be sure she could make it to a room and into a bath on her own. Her only option was to rely on this stranger.

Vincent helped her up the stairs, pulled a key card from his pocket, and the two of them entered the room.

From a nearby corner, a phone recorded the entire scene. A call was then placed. "Miss, we hit the jackpot! Vivian Quinn just went into a hotel room with a man! I got it all on video!"

"Excellent. Give the video to Zimmer. We’ll use it in a little while."

"Got it!"

...

Vivian was helped into the bathroom. After Vincent turned on the faucet to fill the tub, he said, "I’ll be right outside. Call out if you need anything."

Vivian’s consciousness was already fading. She didn’t answer, simply climbing straight into the tub.

Vincent immediately turned and walked out.

As the cold water rose around her, Vivian let out a violent shiver.

She felt as if her body was trapped between ice and fire, the sensation so overwhelming she could barely breathe.

The desire burning through her, in particular, threatened to consume her completely.

Vivian hugged her arms tightly, trembling in the cold water.

A moment later, there was a knock on the door. Through a hazy fog, Vivian heard a woman’s voice. "Ma’am? I’m here to assist you. May I come in?"

Vivian struggled to force her eyes open. "Come in."

When she saw it was a woman in a staff uniform, she relaxed slightly. "Could you please... get me some ice?"

"Of course." The attendant quickly left and reported to Vincent with a nod. "Mr. Wentworth, she’s asking for ice."

Vincent took a drag from his cigarette. "Prepare some for her."

"Yes, sir."

Vincent pulled out his phone and made a call. "Is the antidote almost here?"

"Almost."

"Hurry up."

The person on the other end gave a sly laugh. "That antidote is definitely not for you. So, is it a man or a woman?"

"A young woman."

"If it’s a woman, what do you need an antidote for? Aren’t you the best antidote there is? Or is she so ugly you can’t bring yourself to do it?"

Vincent narrowed his eyes, blowing out a perfect ring of smoke.

’Ugly?’

’If she’s considered ugly, then there probably aren’t any beautiful women left in the world.’

"Why so quiet? Don’t tell me you’ve come to your senses and decided to be the antidote yourself?"

Vincent collected his thoughts. "I’m not as depraved as you."

"You’re just too stubborn, that’s why you’re still single. If you were a little more depraved, you’d have a kid old enough to run errands by now."

"You have ten more minutes." With that, Vincent hung up.

...

「Downstairs in the banquet hall, the evening’s main event officially began.」

After Shirley Wentworth finished her speech, a video montage of Elle’s childhood began playing on the giant screen.

The scenes of the mother and son were heartwarming and full of love.

Suddenly, the image changed, cutting to a clip of a man and a woman in an embrace, walking into a hotel room!