Chapter 19 Making Love with My Vegetative Husband

Isabella was shoved into a car, barely holding onto consciousness. Joseph's nasty face came into focus.

"Joseph, you're scum. You drugged me," Isabella muttered, trying to stay awake.

Joseph stayed calm, lit a cigarette, and blew smoke in her face, making her cough.

"Isabella, you're smart. How'd you not know not to drink a man's liquor?" Joseph sneered.

Isabella hugged herself, glaring at him. "If you touch me, George won't let you get away with it."

"And what will he do?" Joseph laughed. "You really think he'll wake up? Daniel was lying. George will never wake up."

"Bullshit. He will wake up," Isabella said, feeling a burning desire despite her disgust for Joseph.

'He gave me an aphrodisiac,' she realized.

Seeing her reaction, Joseph smirked. "You'll need me. Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

"Get away from me," she shouted.

Her body was limp, but her mind was still fighting. 'I can't let Joseph touch me. I have to escape. Even if it kills me.'

At a turn, Isabella opened the car door and jumped out.

"Isabella, are you crazy..." Joseph's voice faded as she hit the ground.

The pain brought her back to her senses. She flagged down a taxi and gave the address of The Spencer Manor.

Terrified of being seen in her state or the drug taking full effect, she used her last bit of strength to run to her bedroom and lock herself in the bathroom.

Cold water brought her back a bit, her body shivering.

No one could save her. She knew the drug's potency. Cold water was her only hope.

Her body felt like it was being devoured. She soaked in the cold water, slowly losing consciousness.

Suddenly, someone burst into the bathroom, lifting her from the water.

Falling into a warm embrace, she instinctively sought comfort, but the drug took over.

She thought she was dreaming. A man kissed her, holding her cold body, and they became entangled.

The feeling was surreal, yet irresistible.

George held Isabella, feeling her trembling. He couldn't control his urge. He grabbed her, kissing her face.

Isabella had never been with a man before. She responded to George instinctively. In a half-dazed state, George thrust into her.

Isabella felt intense pain, then a sensation like she was dying. After a few minutes, she adapted and became more proactive. Each thrust brought her an unparalleled feeling. She felt full and pleased.

Under George's intense thrusts, Isabella's breasts swayed. George leaned down to suck on her nipples while continuing to thrust.

Isabella moaned, wrapping her thighs around George, letting him go deeper.

They made love for nearly two hours. George felt a tingling sensation, groaned, hugged Isabella, and thrust a few more times before erupting. He pushed deep into her, feeling the hot semen shoot out. Exhausted, he lay on her, panting.

Isabella felt the warmth inside her and, looking at George's face, fell asleep happily.

She couldn't tell if it was real. It felt like another lewd dream, just like Elodie said.

When Isabella woke up, an arm was draped over her waist. She realized it was a man's arm and quickly turned to see George.

"You're awake?" she asked, unsure.

George didn't respond. She looked at the hand on her waist, picked it up, and bit it.

George groaned and slowly opened his eyes.

Isabella turned back, meeting his gaze. She was about to scream when George covered her mouth. "You bite someone and then scream?"

"You really woke up?" she asked in shock.

'What kind of plot twist is this? My comatose husband woke up?' she thought.

George hummed and said, "Call Patricia. I need to talk to her."

Isabella nodded. As she walked out, he added, "Tell her to bring Damon too."

"Got it," she answered.

Walking to Patricia's room, Isabella was still in shock. 'George actually woke up. How do I interact with him now? The same as before? Definitely not. And we made love! This is crazy. We barely know each other.'

Taking a deep breath, she decided to take it one step at a time.

When everyone heard George had woken up, the bedroom quickly filled with people.

John was in tears, Patricia smiled happily, Damon looked joyful, and Daniel remained calm.

Isabella moved to Daniel's side and whispered, "George woke up. You don't seem very happy?"

"Do I?" he asked, still calm.

"Look at Patricia, Damon, and John, then look at yourself," Isabella said.

Daniel touched his face and chuckled softly. "What about you? Are you happy George woke up?"

"Me? George has been half-dead for over six months. It's a miracle he woke up. I'm happy for him."

Daniel nodded. "Happy for him."

"Don't pick on my words," Isabella said.

"No, no," Daniel replied, smiling.

Isabella felt the most awkward. They were close in name but strangers in reality.

Maybe it was the cold bath last night, but Isabella felt unwell, her head foggy.

Everyone was listening to Patricia, who was expressing her worries and happiness to George.

Suddenly, Isabella collapsed.