Patricia returned home with Hunter after buying clothes. It was already nine o'clock.She was exhausted, spread out on the sofa in the shape of a star, not wanting to move even her toes.It wasn't just physical fatigue that tired her, but emotional weariness too.Charles and Fannie were about to sleep, but when they saw Patricia return, they excitedly ran over and pounced on her: "Mommy, are you going to stay with us again tonight?"Patricia, touching their little heads, said speechlessly: "What do you mean 'again'?"Fannie pouted her lips, discontentedly saying: "Ever since we came back to Ivara City, you've been almost constantly with Randy, and it's been so hard to see you. So, isn’t my use of 'again' correct?"Patricia, without a word, chose to remain silent.Charles, seeing her lack of enthusiasm and seeming preoccupied, asked with concern: "Mommy, is something wrong?""Umm..." Patricia stared absent-mindedly at the ceiling for a moment, then asked: "Would you be able to accept a
Patricia’s gaze fell on his bandaged hand, and she suddenly remembered her promise from the day before. She quickly apologized, “Oh dear, I’m sorry, I promised to visit you at the Ellenstein Villa District last night, but it slipped my mind because it got too late.”After speaking, she walked over, gently held his hand, and asked with concern, “How’s your hand doing? I hope there hasn’t been a fracture?”Just as her hand touched the sore spot, Martin sharply inhaled with an exaggerated display of pain, his face contorted, “It hurts, it hurts... please, be gentle.”Seeing him in such agony, Patricia anxiously inquired, “Does it hurt that bad? Could it be broken? Did you get an X-ray? Where is it? Let me see?”Martin pouted, a mix of self-pity and distress in his voice, “Do you even care about me? I thought you were only concerned with going out on dates and wouldn't care about me.”Patricia asserted righteously, “I was the one who injured your hand, how could I not care?”Hearing her w
Hunter stood at the entrance of the inpatient building, hands in his pockets, a warm smile on his face as he watched her. He looked like a boyfriend waiting to pick up his girlfriend from work.He was dressed in a burgundy mid-length woolen overcoat with a black turtleneck sweater underneath. A hint of a smile lingered at the corners of his mouth, giving him the air of a debonair gentleman. He exuded an air of elegance and charisma. Black leather boots paired with his long legs accentuated his slender figure, along with an innate air of nobility that could rival that of a top international male model.The cold wind howled, causing his coat to flutter and his hair to sway. Patricia could clearly see him shivering from the cold. She immediately went over, pulling him away from the wind to take refuge behind the wall, scolding, “You're dressed so lightly, aren't you cold standing in the wind? Don't you know to find shelter from the wind?”Hunter, like a child
After a while, Martin regained his composure and took out his mobile phone to call Patricia.In his line of sight, Patricia and Hunter had just stopped under the dim light of a streetlamp.They paused, and Patricia made a motion as if she was about to reach for her phone. Moments later, her voice came through the line, crisp and clear, "Hey, what's up? Is there something else?"With a deadpan expression, Martin asked, "Where are you now?"Patricia replied, "I’m at the hospital! What's the matter?"Her impatient tone pierced Martin's heart with a sharp pain."In which part of the hospital are you? It's snowing, and you didn't bring an umbrella. I can bring one to you."Patricia declined the offer without hesitation, "No need."In the past, such persistent rejection would have led Martin to hang up immediately. He was not one to be indulged.It seems that only others had ever tried to please him; he's never stooped to this level of desperation.
Patricia furrowed her brow. "Drunk? Why did he start drinking?"Wasn't he doing fine at the hospital recently? He seemed to be in a good mood.Carter's voice grew more anxious: "I don't know, something must have really upset him. He’s in a bad place right now and won't talk about it. He just keeps drinking. I'm afraid he'll drink himself to death if you don't come. Ryan is also close to reaching his limit. No matter what, Martin has helped you a few times, you can't just abandon him now!"Hearing the urgency in Carter's voice, Patricia realized the situation was more serious than she thought.If she didn't go, she would indeed appear heartless and uncaring.She hesitated, glancing at Hunter, wrestling with her thoughts for a moment, then nodded. "Okay! Send me the address, I'll head over right away!"After ending the call, Patricia apologized with a regretful expression, "I'm sorry, I need to leave for a bit! I'll make it up to you tomorrow."Hunter
Patricia bit her lower lip tightly, still unable to completely snap out of the daze from their recent kiss.Martin's gaze subtly swept over Patricia, recalling the image of her under an umbrella with Hunter, his heart stung painfully. He tilted his head and gave Carter a meaningful look without making a sound.Carter looked at him in confusion.Before Carter could decipher the meaning, Martin suddenly pushed both him and Hunter away, claiming Patricia by pinning her against the wall and kissing her fiercely, biting her lip punishingly. He thought he was dreaming before.But this time, he was wide awake.He wanted to show Hunter that Patricia belonged to him, and no one else could take her away.Patricia flinched from the pain on her lips, inhaling sharply. This time, her response was swift; her hands pressed against his chest, trying hard to push him off.But Martin was immovable, like a fortress. His tongue skillfully pried open her teeth, swept int
With a strong yank, Martin tore open the fragile zipper of Patricia’s down jacket. The base layer was pushed up, exposing her soft, smooth skin to the cool air.The sudden chill covered Patricia with goosebumps, snapping her back to reality. Her fleeting sense of reason rushed back, and she became livid, struggling fiercely, "Martin, let me go, you jerk!"Martin restrained her arms with the clothes, his gaze unblinking and filled with an intense anger."This is your punishment for deceiving me."Confusion washed over Patricia. When had she ever deceived him?Before she could ask for clarification, Martin's head descended again, forcefully locking her lips with his own, suffocating her with his brutal kiss.Martin's tongue swept through her mouth, greedily claiming every breath that belonged to her.Despite Patricia's desperate attempts to push him away, she couldn't move him an inch. Her struggles left her gasping for air, her skin flushed, and an involun
The ruthless words sent Martin spiraling into an abyss of despair. His tall frame swayed, almost falling. He gripped her arms tightly, his voice a hoarse roar, "Impossible, I don't believe it. You used to love me so much; how can you just stop loving me?"Patricia snorted softly, "You're right to say it used to be! Five years have passed, even the deepest feelings can fade."With that, she pried off his fingers one by one and calmly began picking up her clothes from the ground, dressing one piece at a time.On the surface, she seemed cold and heartless, but her heart was bleeding.Her words pierced through Martin's heart like sharp arrows. Reluctant to let her go so easily, he pressed her against the wall with a firm grip, roughly tearing the clothes she had just put on. His fervent lips touched her skin, searing over the marks left from last night, branding her once again with his scent and imprint.Compared to her helplessness the night before, Patricia wa