In less than five minutes, the acupuncture was completed. Rochelle's face was flushed, but she had regained her consciousness.
"You were drugged, but you're fine now. You must be careful when you go to bars in the future. After all, men who approach you have a purpose, either because they want your money or because of your beauty," Jacob said lightly.
Rochelle was from the upper class, which could be seen from her dress. However, she had been drugged with a strong aphrodisiac earlier, so she was still in a daze.
"Who are you? Why did you save me?" After calming down, Rochelle finally spoke. Her tone was cold, which was different from her enthusiastic mood earlier.
Only then did Jacob understand why someone said that the more arrogant and cold a woman looked, the more she was hiding a burning passion deep within her. That sentence was very reasonable. The woman was very enthusiastic earlier, but she was very cold now.