Chapter 136 Gavin’s call.

Touched by her vulnerability, Martin felt an itch at the tip of his heart and forcefully resisted the urge to embrace her.

He then threw the umbrella to the ground, lifted her in his arms, and forced her into the passenger seat, draping his jacket over her as a gesture of comfort.

"Go ahead and cry, but inside the car," he said firmly as she wept, "it's raining out, don't mistreat your body."

Hearing his concern, Patricia halted her tears, looking at him with wet lashes, appearing as a forlorn rabbit.

Martin felt the tickle in his heart again, fighting the impulse to pull her into his arms, he closed the car door firmly, circled around to the driver's side, and sat down.

Taking a dry towel from the compartment, he tossed it onto her lap.

"Dry yourself off first. We're going home. Everything else can wait until we get there," he said with an authoritative, husky voice.

Patricia, head empty and unable to think clearly, complied blindly.

Earlier, the heartache had numbed her to the c