Right now, the sound of the hair dryer kept buzzing in Gloria's ears. Just as every night, she sat by the edge of the bed with wet hair, looking down at her nightgown.
She thought, 'The new nightgown was bought by Patrick, who is holding the hairdryer behind me. It is exquisitely made and very expensive. Yet what makes him think that I like pink? I don't even have the right to choose the color I like.' She listened to the sound of the hairdryer while feeling the soft touch on the top of her hair. All of a sudden, a lifeless, silent smile appeared on her lowered face, and tears glistened in her eyes. She felt ridiculous, for she was like a doll he dressed up. "My hair is dry already," she said in a low voice, still subconsciously rejecting his care. As Gloria spoke, she unconsciously turned her head away. Patrick, who was behind her, saw each of her actions, which betrayed her and revealed her true feelings. Patrick felt disappointed, and his hearPatrick stared in disbelief at Gloria, who at this time was so charming, but so strange to him. His eyes were full of pity. Gloria gritted her teeth. She was a sensitive and delicate person, so she could tell the emotions in Patrick's eyes. However, she could not believe that she was the reason for such changes. After all, it was Patrick who pushed her into today's miserable state step by step. He was the chief culprit of everything. "Mr. Hammond." She approached him again and wrapped her arms around his neck seductively. Right now, she was half kneeling on the bed with her hands around his neck and her head slightly tilted. "You are my sugar daddy. I still owe you a lot of money. Mr. Hammond, you just lie on my bed. Isn't it a sign that you want me?" she deliberately lowered her voice and said. She tried to ignore her feelings, seducing Patrick while mentally brainwashing herself again and again. She thought, 'I am cheap in his eyes. Doin
Patrick felt great satisfaction physically. At that moment, the two climaxed at the same time. While they were panting, they had physical pleasure, yet their hearts were broken. "Patrick, I hate you," Gloria said in a hoarse voice. Patrick's fingertips trembled, but he still reached out to wipe the beads of sweat on her forehead. There seemed to be something inexplicable hidden behind his deep eyes, which confused Gloria. Yet when she looked into his eyes, the familiar pain came from her numb, senseless heart. Three years ago, a casual gaze from him would give her heartache. She naively thought that he was the mate chosen by the Moon Goddess for her and that they were bound to love each other. She had no idea that he would make her go through such pain. Patrick stroked her forehead, trying to wipe off her sweat. "Don't touch me." Gloria patted Patrick's hand off and stared at him, who was on top of her, with cold eyes. "Mr. Hammond,
"Still trying to get away?" Patrick's magnetic voice was pleasant to hear. Gloria gritted her teeth. She lowered her eyelids unwillingly to hide the stubbornness in her eyes and said slowly, "What do you want?" Then she clenched her fists and said in a low voice, "I won't beg you ever again." "Stubborn," Patrick whispered. His word made Gloria certain that all he wanted was to torture her till she was in despair. Patrick looked at the woman on the bed and sighed silently. He thought, 'I never want her humbleness or plead. What I want is the Gloria who loved me more than her life.' Patrick stuffed her into the quilt and got in as well. He put his arms around her, used his feet to stop her from kicking, and warned her, "You have two choices. You can either go to sleep, or we can do it again. You'll go to sleep when you're exhausted. Which one do you want?" Gloria was so angry that she kept taking deep breaths. She retorted in a hoarse
After spanking Gloria, Patrick finally felt that his tight nerves loosened completely. Gloria was pressed against Patrick's thigh with her back facing upwards. She didn't have time to react until she heard the crisp sounds of slaps. Only then did she realize what was happening. "Stop! Stop it!" Gloria struggled furiously. Patrick looked at Gloria and the stubborn expression on her face. His suppressed anger was rekindled. "Do you dare to do that again?" Patrick asked her. Suddenly, Gloria felt a sense of absurdity. She thought, 'Isn't spanking only for disobedient children?' "I'm not a kid. What makes you think you can spank me?" She glared at him, questioning him. "Was I wrong?" His eyebrows were thick, and when he raised one side of his eyebrows, he gave others the impression that he was casual and effortless. Yet in fact, his heart was beating fast right now. When he saw Gloria's legs hanging in the air, he was utterly fri
Thinking of Gloria, Ellison shook his head. He thought, 'I'm not that shameless. She has been pushed to the brink of survival, and now Damon still wants me to kill her. That poor woman? I'm not that terrible.' At the other end of the line, Damon kept cursing Gloria. Hearing Damon's vicious words, Ellison felt irritated for no reason. He raised his hand, pulled at his hair, and said impatiently, "Enough!" He roared, "Beta Damon, I will say this again. If you want to kill someone, do it yourself. I won't stop you or help you." Ellison thought, 'Beta Damon got one thing right. If Gloria died, it would be good for me, too. The truth of three years ago will never come out.' "Ellison, you must help me. Or I'll tell Alpha Patrick what you did three years ago." Damon was flustered. "Beta Damon, so, you knew Gloria was innocent." Ellison chuckled. Damon shut his mouth at once after hearing Ellison's words. From the moment he th
Patrick turned his head and glanced down at Hank, who was on one knee. Patrick asked, "I told you to look up things from three years ago. Hank, do you still think no one knows about it?" Patrick used his finger to tap the report on the desk and narrowed his eyes angrily. "I think they were onto you the second you made a move. See? The proof here is perfect." Patrick thought, 'There's one thing that baffles me. Why did Grandpa make such a decision three years ago? I'm so confused. What happened three years ago did bother me. But it was related to the whole pack, and Grandpa didn't need to kill a member of the pack and frame Gloria from the Silver Spring Pack no matter what.' "You may leave." Patrick raised his arm and gestured for Hank to leave. Hank wanted to say something, but the second he looked up, he met Patrick's gaze. "Hank, I know what you are thinking, but this has become more than schemes between women." "Then what about M
Patrick threw her onto the bed. Before Gloria could sit up, the bed sank in beside her. She looked up. Patrick was sitting on the edge of the bed, and one of his hands was lifting her left leg. Gloria's face suddenly turned pale. She couldn't help but look toward the door. There were so many people at the door. Did he want to have sex in front of everyone? With such a possibility in mind, Gloria's face turned sullen. She stretched out her leg to kick Patrick. Then, Patrick tightened his grip on her ankle. He turned his head and glanced at her with a warning in his eyes. Gloria's heart skipped a beat. She gritted her teeth and suppressed the urge to kick him. Patrick held her ankle with his slender fingers and slowly lifted her foot. This action made Gloria feel embarrassed. She bit her lower lip, and her face blanched. 'Patrick, if you want to humiliate me, there's nothing I can do!' Gloria was desperate. At thi
"Miss Carter!" Samantha wanted to shove the dress into Gloria's hands. Gloria found the dress revolting, and she waved her hands in the air involuntarily. Then something unexpected happened. While struggling, Gloria pushed Samantha too hard and made her fall to the ground. Everyone quieted down instantly. Gloria opened her mouth and wanted to apologize. She didn't mean to. She just didn't want the dress. She felt bad and asked, "Are you OK?" She walked over and offered her hand, trying to help Samantha up from the ground. Samantha didn't fall hard, but she landed on the ground in an embarrassing way. Two buttons of her shirt fell off, revealing half of her fair bosom. Samantha looked down at her neckline and pulled a long face. "Miss Carter! This is too much!" She screamed and stood up. Unfortunately, she stood up too hastily, so her shirt split further. Everyone was stunned, including Gloria. Samantha, i
Gloria looked at the sky. "Christine, you know that I hate him and am afraid of him. Six years ago, he sent me to the werewolf prison. There were iron bars everywhere. "Not long ago, I woke up in the morning and found myself locked in a space full of iron bars again. He put bars on all the windows. In my opinion, it was no different from my life in prison. "He tried all means to imprison me. He was now so sick that he finally let go. He said that he didn't want to continue the game. He was tired of me and I believed it. But isn't that ridiculous? He lets go only when he's dying. Does this mean that he cares about me? "You are right. When I was at the airport, I kept thinking about how you scolded me. I was running all the time. I didn't just run from him, but from my family as well. "Patrick imprisoned my body. As for me, I imprisoned my heart. "Alright, let's get in. It's a bit cold outside." Gloria felt relaxed after saying that. She stood up.
Gloria picked up the apple from the stable and quietly peeled it. Not long after, the peeled apple was handed to Patrick. The apple emitted a fragrance. Patrick didn't believe what was happening. He didn't dare to take the apple. He didn't know if the apple would disappear the moment he took it. "When will the operation be carried out?" Gloria went straight to the point. She held the peeled apple in her hand. Patrick immediately became alert. He was a little nervous. "Who told you?" "Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?" She asked again, ignoring his nagging. "The day after tomorrow." He stared at Gloria. In fact, she was more stubborn than him. If she didn't get an answer, she wouldn't give up. Gloria nodded and stuffed Patrick. "Are you not eating it? I peeled it for you." Patrick felt warm in his heart. He had never shown his weaknesses, but now felt tears well up in his eyes. One could even see that his eyes turned red. He
"Look, you're hesitating." Christine was like an invader. She pursued further and didn't let Gloria go. "I just asked you if you still loved him, but you hesitated. Do you really know yourself? "Gloria, in my opinion, you are running away from him. Three years ago, you tried everything you could to escape. Now, you have made no progress at all. You are still escaping. Will you really be at peace at Waikiki Beach? I will be blunt. If you can only remain calm on Waikiki Beach, it means that you have never been calm." Gloria trembled, and her face paled. "Stop it! Enough!" Christine's words echoed in her mind. She wanted to press the pause button but there was simply none. "Gloria, Waikiki Beach is not a pure land. The peace you think is just your escape," Christine said seriously. Christine should not have said this, but she saw some things that the people in the police station did not see. She saw Gloria's hesitation. During the thre
Outside a VIP ward in the hospital, an unexpected figure appeared. "Let him in." In the ward, Patrick nodded. The door opened, and Ellison walked in. "You're really well-informed," Patrick said coldly, his lips pale. "I have my sources. No matter how well you hide it, you can't guarantee that your subordinates won't give themselves away," Ellison said calmly. Patrick smiled, "You don't have to be in such a hurry even though you covet the Hammond Group. After I die, it will be all yours." "Come on." Ellison sat down on a chair. "If you die, all your assets will be given to her." Although he didn't say who she was, Patrick, who was lying on the bed, had a glint in his eyes. "You know me well." "No." Ellison waved his index finger. "It just so happened that I saw a lawyer walk out of the hospital. That lawyer was hired by you personally to serve you and the Hammond Group." "Did you find me just like that?" Patrick asked.
"Don't move. I just want to look at you," Patrick whispered. Gloria only felt that it was strange. When did he learn to be gentle? When she raised her eyes to look at him, she was seized by his eyes. His eyes were like black holes as if swallowing her up. Intense affection seemed to be about to burst out of his eyes in a second. She had never experienced this before. She had never seen Patrick like this before. Before she ran out of patience, he released her. He took a step back, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and handed it to her. "Don't you want to leave? I'll let you go." She took the paper and found it was a divorce agreement. As her gaze slid down, Patrick had already signed his name. For a moment, she became even more confused. He had done everything he could to force her to be with him, but now he had taken out the divorce agreement. She didn't understand. Gloria looked at Patrick, her
Half a month had passed. Patrick didn't appear in front of her again. Occasionally, Hank would come back to take a change of clothes and then leave in a hurry. Apart from being confused, the guards in the pack became increasingly serious. Gloria didn't know what had happened. One day, the dark iron gate of Alpha's villa opened again. She saw the familiar Bentley driving in from the second floor from a distance. She looked at the car and fell into a daze. Finally, he came back. She retracted her gaze and did not know how to face him. Just as she was lost in thought, Kevin went to her door and invited her to meet Alpha respectfully. She wanted to ask if she could refuse. However, Kevin turned around and left directly. It was no use delaying. She still went downstairs. Gloria gave a self-mockery chuckle. However, her smile faded quickly. As she got thinner, her face seemed to be sunken. She noticed a
Smoke came out from the gap in the door. Instantly, Hank's expression changed. He shook off Mandy, who was pulling him, took out his key, and opened the door. "Luna Gloria! What is going on?" Before he finished speaking, he choked on the thick smoke and coughed violently. Mandy rushed in. "Gloria, don't scare me! Don't tell me that you want to kill yourself!" Unfortunately, the smoke was too thick, and the flames were everywhere. Hank immediately called the police and tried to rush in. A figure passed him quickly and rushed in. In the blink of an eye, the figure had already rushed into the thick smoke. "Alpha Patrick! You can't go inside! "It's too dangerous!" Hank shouted, but Patrick turned a deaf ear. He looked around the room through the smoke, but Gloria was nowhere to be seen. He immediately rushed to the bedroom door, but the door could not be opened. "Gloria! Open the door! Gloria! Open the
In the ward, Patrick took a chair and sat down. Opposite him was Harry. "She lied to me and came to donate her bone marrow to you." Patrick said, breaking the silence. Harry turned pale and gradually despaired. He said, "I'll go find her! I won't force her to donate her bone marrow!" He stood up and was about to leave. "Gloria was injecting G-CSF. I took her home." Harry calmed down after hearing that. "The donor?" Harry was puzzled. "Your brother." Harry did not know what to say for a moment. "Your brother's match result was a fake. I've known this for a long time. But Gloria doesn't care about it, so I do nothing." Harry wanted to say something. He found that Patrick was so indifferent. Patrick knew the truth, yet he chose to stand aside and watch the farce. "You know Gloria went to the bone marrow bank. Ever since she found out about your condition, she's been asking around to find a suitable donor. I
Patrick paused. The next second, he reached out to cover her eyes and then kissed the back of his hand over them. "You mean a lot to me," he said silently. "Gloria, don't think about running away again. For the rest of your life, you're bound to be with me. You can't get away without my permission." He had already lost his mind. He felt bad for her, yet such a feeling was surpassed by his longing to keep her with him. After everything was over, she said, "I hate you." He closed his eyes. When he opened them, he suppressed the pain in them and said, pretending that he didn't care, "Whatever." He thought, 'You can hate me. Even though you want to hate me, I'm the only one you are going to hate. I don't care about anything else, as long as I'm the only one in your world. You may choose to love me or hate me as you want.' It was just that the moment she said she hated him, he felt his heartache killing him. The day of Harr