Patrick was amused by Gloria's pained look. He said maliciously, "Gloria, you have been quite an eye-opener for me today. I wonder if your brother would be mad if he saw your pitiful look?" 'You can't do this!' Gloria was about to say it. With her nails stabbing into her palm, she immediately sobered up. She dared not to look at Patrick in the mirror, afraid that he would see her through. "Mr. Hammond, I don't have a brother anymore. I'm a rogue and was once locked up in a werewolf prison. The Silver Spring Pack wouldn't accept a murderer." Patrick did not expect Gloria to say anything like that. For a moment, he was stunned, then he laughed. "Gloria, I underestimated you before. You are so cold-blooded. No wonder you committed such a crime." Gloria swallowed Patrick's cold words. It was like a knife to her heart; it shook her very soul. She thought, 'Cold-blooded? Patrick, didn't you make me that way?' "But I'm curious. Since you have such a cold heart, I wonder i
The thought of death struck Gloria. Then, the girl named Mica appeared in her mind again. She regained consciousness in an instant. She could not die like this, because she still needed to fulfill Mica's wish. Gloria opened her eyes slowly, and the room was bright as usual. Gloria was like a rag-doll without a temper. She was reviled viciously and never said anything back. However, she underestimated those girls. Ruby stepped forward and pushed Gloria. She said disdainfully, "Why are you pretending to be pitiful? Since you are working here as a call girl, don't put on an innocent look. When you were begging for mercy from those guests yesterday, you were not so lofty!" After saying this, Ruby was still not satisfied. She stretched out her foot and kicked Gloria. Gloria's legs were injured before, so she fell to the ground. "Ruby, go easy on her. How can you kick her like that?" Someone said to her. No matter how much they enjoyed taunting her, it was only verbal, a
The man's question made Gloria silent. She was not good at anything. Yuna immediately said, "Mr. White, why don't you ask her to sing? With her voice, it must be fun when she sings." Gloria's vocal cords were damaged, so her voice was hoarse and unpleasant. Therefore, she seldom spoke, and if she did, she would speak in a low voice. "Her voice is so unpleasant when she talks. Can she sing?" Yuna sat on the man's thigh and flirted with him. "Mr. White, you can enjoy great voices in other places, but her voice is unique and you'll have fun. Just ask her to sing for you. If you dislike it, we can cover our ears with earplugs." "Her voice is so unpleasant. Are you sure you want to hear her sing?" said the man. "That is exactly the reason that I want her to sing. I am curious how unbearable it will be." Yuna said as she leaned her plump chest against the man's arm. "Mr. White, what do you say?" The man was pleased by Yuna's service. He didn't care if Gloria agreed with it
Lillian's voice was sharp, and Gloria's eyes rested on Lillian, who was emotional. She said calmly, "If you don't need money, then why do you work in the Fittro Club?" She was just stating a fact, and there was no emotion in her tone. "I..." Lillian looked embarrassed, but soon, she said angrily, "I came to Fittro Club to be a waitress. You know the situation of my family. I needed money to pay for my tuition and living expenses." Lillian stared at Gloria as if she was looking at trash. She continued, "I'm not like you! I won't do anything just to make money. Unlike you, I have limits!" Gloria smiled. Lillian said that she had no limits, but that wasn't true. All she wanted was to stay alive. "Stop smiling." Lillian stomped her feet angrily and shouted, "Gloria, listen to me. It will be meaningless to make money at the cost of your dignity. People will despise you and no one will look at you with respect!" After she finished speaking, Lillian snorted coldly and looked
Noticing Gloria's suppressed emotions, Christine felt distressed. Gloria continued, "They humiliated me and made me crawl on the ground and bark like a dog, and they scolded me with filthy words, but it was nothing compared to what I had been through. In prison, I was stripped naked and thrown into a cage. The high-pressure water gun was aimed directly at my naked body. So what? Christine, I went through unbearable pain. Mica died. She died to protect me. I owe her so much. Therefore, I must live and fulfill her unrealized dream." Christine listened to Gloria's incoherent narrative and she vented years of grievances. She spilled out the secret hidden in her heart. Who was Mica? And what was her dream? Although Christine did not know the answers, she could guess that Gloria considered Mica more important than her own life. The sun went down, and the afterglow of the sunset shone into the ward. Christine stood up and glanced at the bed as Gloria was asleep. Christine d
Patrick looked angrily at Gloria, who was curled up in the quilt. His face was frighteningly cold. He cursed inwardly, 'Damn woman! She is indeed avoiding me!' Patrick looked at her curled body under the quilt and noticed that Gloria was shivering. "Our mate is weak. You should hold her and comfort her instead of scaring her," Leo said. "I didn't scare her!" Patrick responded to his wolf angrily. After Gloria hid under the quilt, she began to regret it. If Patrick wanted to punish her, it would be pointless to hide, even if she escaped to outer space. What was the point of hiding in the quilt? Patrick pulled the quilt. His voice became bone-chilling as he asked, "You hid from me." "No!" Gloria hurriedly said, "I didn't, Mr. Hammond." Patrick thought, 'It is a lie! 'She is avoiding me! 'But...' "What happened to your throat?" Patrick asked in confusion. "I was sick, and my throat hurt." Gloria lowered her eyelids, refusing to say more. "Are you afraid of m
"You and... Gloria?" Sean knew that the person lying on the bed was Gloria. He had recognized her the day he saw her in Fittro Club. But he could not believe that Patrick had pressed her down and kissed her. "Can't you see it yourself?" "It won't be!" Sean grabbed Patrick, who turned around and was about to enter the ward. "Patrick, don't tell me you have feelings for her?" Sean's words made Patrick halt his steps. He slowly turned around and stared at Sean with a threatening look in his eyes. "Her? Who are you talking about?" "Of course, it's Gloria." Sean felt his scalp tingle from Patrick's gaze. When Patrick returned to the ward, his body seemed to be covered in frost, and he looked extremely cold and indifferent. He glanced at Gloria coldly and said, "I asked Sean to get you some food. It's on the nightstand." Gloria stared at Patrick with her mouth slightly open. She felt as if a door opened in her sealed heart. "I kissed you. So, I should give you somethi
Christine's words reminded Lillian of what happened that day. Lillian's face turned pale, but she did not think that Gloria had helped her out of sincerity. "Christine, what you said is true, and Gloria did help me out. Even so, I did not ask her to act like a dog to curry favor with the customers. She did it for money. What does it have to do with me?" Christine was so mad, yet she laughed. She felt that Gloria's sacrifice was not worth it, because Lillian was an ungrateful person. Christine sighed, "It's a pity that Gloria paid a price to save a piece of trash who doesn't know how to be grateful." Lillian's face turned ashen. Lillian looked at Christine angrily and said, "Christine, how can you insult me like that? I am a waitress at Fittro Club. I worked and I got paid. I didn't want a dime by sacrificing my dignity like Gloria. I've nothing to be ashamed of. Why should I be humiliated?" Christine could not help but laugh. "Lillian, let me make it clear to you. If G
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