Chapter 725

What was Henry talking about?

Isabella shoved him forcefully. "Back off! You might want me, but I don't want you!"

Henry arched a brow. "Are you absolutely certain?"

"Completely," she snapped.

The mere thought of him entangled with Eleanor in bed made her stomach churn.

Henry didn't relent. "Well, you'll have to tolerate me anyway."

He crushed his lips against hers in a searing kiss.

Isabella fought with all her might when suddenly, a maid's voice echoed from the hallway. "Ms. Whitmore, good evening."

Harrison had arrived.

Isabella immediately pushed Henry away. "Harrison's here!"

Grudgingly, Henry released her and sat on the edge of the bed, his jaw tight.

A crisp knock sounded at the door, followed by Harrison's composed voice.

"Mr. Lancaster, Ms. Whitmore."

Isabella scrambled up, smoothing her disheveled clothes and tucking loose strands of hair behind her ears before opening the door. "Harrison."

Harrison stood poised in the doorway. "Good evening. Is Mr. Lancaster unwell?"

Isabella stepped aside. "He's inside."

Harrison entered and approached Henry. "How are you feeling?"

Henry exhaled sharply. "Like my blood is on fire. This isn't normal restlessness."

"Let me check your pulse."

Henry extended his wrist.

Within moments, Harrison's brows furrowed. "You've been drugged."

What?!

Isabella's eyes widened. "What kind of drug?"

"An aphrodisiac."

An aphrodisiac?

Isabella froze.

Harrison continued, "I suspected something was off when I saw him at the Lancaster estate earlier. Now it's clear—he was given a potent stimulant. That explains the scene with Eleanor."

So that's what happened?

Henry locked eyes with Isabella. "See? Nothing happened between Eleanor and me. I was out of control. Harrison can confirm it."

Isabella felt a flicker of relief but scoffed. "Fine, you were drugged. But why was Eleanor in your bed? You claim she's like a sister, but what about her? She climbed into your bed knowing your state."

Henry's lips pressed into a thin line. Eleanor had indeed taken advantage of the situation.

Isabella turned to Harrison. "You need to neutralize the drug in his system."

Harrison shook her head. "I can't."

What?

Isabella stared in disbelief. Harrison, the miracle doctor who could cure anything—was powerless now?

"I can't treat this, but there is someone who can."

"Who?"

"You."

Isabella stiffened, then caught the smoldering look Henry gave her. Understanding dawned.

The only antidote for an aphrodisiac was intimacy. And she was the one who could save him.

"No!" Isabella refused instantly.

Harrison arched a brow, unsurprised. Both Henry and Isabella were stubborn—exactly why Eleanor had manipulated them for years.

"If you won't help him, there are two options. First, find another woman for him. Second, watch as his blood vessels rupture and he dies."

She paused. "The choice is yours. I'll leave you to decide."

With that, Harrison turned to leave.

Isabella called out desperately, "Wait!"