?<strong>Chapter 1195:</strong>


    This… What in the world was going on?


    “Belinda,e here, quick!” Bethany quickly called out urgently.


    Belinda let go of Carmelita and walked over.


    “What’s hap—” She didn’t even get to finish her sentence. She froze at the sight before her.


    Inside the private room, Iliana was lying on the floor. Her body, face, and hair were drenched in what looked like grease and sauce. She was aplete mess.


    She must have begun taking her clothes off because her upper body had been stripped down to a white tank top.


    On the far side of the room, Devin was just as much of a wreck.


    He was standing by the dining table, his face unnaturally flushed and covered in sweat. He was bracing one hand on the table for support, while the other hung loosely by his side. His left forearm was smeared with blood that dripped steadily to the floor, where a bloodstained forky at his feet.


    It was a horrifying scene, to say the least.


    Belinda approached Devin. “Devin? Are you okay?”


    Devin raised his zed eyes at her, his breathing ragged and heavy.


    He swallowed a couple of times before he could speak, and even then, it was a struggle. “Dr. Wright… Please… Take me to the hospital now!” His voice was so raspy, and it pained Belinda just to listen to it.


    “Alright.” Belinda could tell he was in bad shape, so she chose to shelve her questions forter. “Can you walk?”


    “If it’s okay… Please support me when I walk,” Devin said.


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    “Okay.” Belinda reached out to steady him on his feet.


    Only then did she realize that his body was burning up.


    As Belinda propped him up against her side, Devin’s breathing grew even morebored. He gritted his teeth and mustered all his willpower to suppress the raging desire inside him.


    His steps were still a little unsteady, though, and he couldn’t help but lean against Belinda.


    “S-Sorry,” Devin mumbled, his face filled with shame and regret.


    “It’s okay,” Belinda reassured him, knowing that he wasn’t doing it on purpose.


    She then turned to Bethany. “Bethany,e over and help him on his other side.”


    Bethany nodded and rushed over, draping Devin’s other arm over her shoulders to support him better.


    With their help, Devin was finally able to regain some of his bnce.


    “Devin…” Carmelita called softly, her steps slow and cautious as she tried to walk up to him.


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