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Zoey entered Russell's room and found him standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, speaking on the phone. His dark blue pajamas blended seamlessly with the same-colored curtains, making his fair face seem even more clean and striking. Upon hearing her footsteps, he turned his gaze toward her. After hanging up, he walked over to Zoey. Zoey lowered her gaze, nervously nibbling on her lower lip. Russell gently lifted her chin with his finger. "Not dare to look at me?" Zoey mumbled, "No... not at all." Russell took a step forward, his toes brushing against hers. "I'm sorry. I wasn’t in control tonight." "It’s okay, I understand. After all, you were drugged." "But what if I wasn’t drugged?" Russell's voice was soft, yet there was a challenge in it. Zoey gulped, feeling a tinge of fear.