"Tell me the whole story of that day again." Patrick's expression was so calm that no one could tell what he was thinking.
Christine tried hard to remain calm. Clear-minded, she repeated everything that happened that day in detail. Her description was not exactly perfect, but it made her words more believable. Patrick did not say anything, because none of Christine's words made her suspicious. Besides, there was no point for her to bear the consequences of revealing something that had nothing to do with her. Patrick did not know Christine well enough. At least, he did not know who Christine was many years ago. The Christine he knew was loyal, selfish, and indifferent. That was why she could manage to look coldly at those men and women who indulged themselves in sensual pleasures in Fittro Club during those countless nights. Patrick believed that a person like Christine would not hide anything from him for something that did not benefit her at allPatrick ignored Derrick and said to Kevin, "Kevin, see him out." Derrick was pale. He looked down at the ground and walked out under Kevin's gaze. Just as Derrick was about to vanish from Patrick's sight, the latter, who was on the stairs behind him, said, "Derrick, there's something you don't understand. It's because she's my mate, not yours, that you and I choose differently." After saying that, Patrick no longer bothered to talk to Derrick. He turned around and walked up the stairs. Derrick's body shook. He was still in a trance until he got into the driver's seat. He thought back to Patrick's words. Patrick said that they were different, which was the reason why they chose differently. Derrick closed his eyes, and suddenly, a line of tears ran from the corners of his eyes. He thought, 'Gloria, is that so? So, the whole story is about Patrick and Gloria. I am never part of it. Right?' He opened his eyes, looked at the wine in his
At the same time, in the Black Thorn Pack in Gabbs, Sean opened the door and smelt wine. He glanced at Patrick, who was sitting on the ground, and said, "Who said he wouldn't drown his sorrows?" Patrick, who was on the ground, didn't care at all. Holding the bottle, he poured the wine into his mouth, surrounded by bottles of different sizes. "Say something!" Sean looked at the drunk Patrick with inexplicable sadness and anger deep in his heart. Finally, Sean could not stand it anymore. He grabbed Patrick by the collar and shouted at Patrick, "Wake up! You said you would find her as long as you lived, right? And look at you now!" Sean thought, 'I didn't buy it when Beta Kevin called me. In the past three years, even in the worst of his sorrows, Patrick has never drowned his sorrows in alcohol. Patrick once told me that he didn't even have enough time to look for Gloria. How would he waste time drinking his sorrows away?' "Patrick, ge
"Patrick, did you lose your pride and confidence? The Patrick I know will always be determined and make everyone proud. I don't know this damn drunkard. As long as you want, I'll ask Stewart to buy a plane ticket for you right now. You can go anywhere you want. What if the Moon Goddess lets you two meet again?" Sean could not watch Patrick ruin himself. He roared, hoping that Patrick could cheer up again. "No, she won't see me again." Dejected, Patrick stared at his palm in a daze. He muttered, "She ran away. She hates me. I know." Patrick picked up a wine bottle on the ground and held it high. He put the bottle near his mouth, only to find there was no single drop of liquor inside. Patrick was still tilting the wine bottle with a blank expression. He was completely drunk. Sean looked down at Patrick and couldn't hide the pain in his eyes. Sean's eyes fell on Patrick's palm. He thought, 'Gloria, you think you just left behind a letter telling the
Kate in the guesthouse had seen the car coming over. She had a lively and cheerful personality. She tilted her head happily and said, "Gloria, is there anyone who booked a room online today?" Gloria enjoyed bathing in the sun on a lounge chair in the yard the most in the past three years. She reached out and rubbed her eyebrows. She was not very concerned about whether there was an online reservation. "Gloria, making money is important!" Kate was a bit furious. In Kate's eyes, Gloria was an unreliable boss making strange rules and caring little about earning money from the first day of business. "Of course it is," Gloria said something against her heart slowly, afraid that Kate would use a local accent to scold her again. "Gloria! Be serious! Did anyone book a room online today?" Kate asked. "Well... I don't think so." Gloria felt a little guilty. "Really?" Kate was so angry that she wanted to hit someone. She had never met such a boss bef
Gloria mocked herself in her heart, 'Maybe my life has become too simple, so my mind has gotten slower.' Ellison looked at Gloria's dull face with appreciation, trying to find traces of her bright smiles from her childhood. His eyes blinked with regret. It seemed that the smiling Gloria would never appear again. "The coffee tastes really good." Ellison took another sip. Gloria suddenly reacted. She frowned and said, "That's my cup." "Sorry." Ellison put down the cup in his hand gracefully. Gloria looked at him with surprise. It was her cup. Wasn't it something very private that people don't share with strangers? She said angrily, "You are Ellison, right? I can let you use the lounge chair, but you are not supposed to touch my cup. That's not polite. Or do you often drink from a stranger's cup?" "Don't be angry," Ellison smiled, raised his hands, and comforted her. "I was thirsty just now, and I didn't know it was your cup. Otherwise
Sean copied the video clips from the flash drive into his laptop. Just as Sean was about to click it open, Stewart touched the back of Sean's hand and gave him a heads-up. "It can be hard to watch, be prepared." Sean didn't take it seriously at first. Suddenly, his eyes widened. He exclaimed, "What the hell?" He pointed at the video that was playing. "This is just the beginning," Stewart said indifferently. Sean shut up. The room seemed to be consumed by silence. Time ticked away slowly before they finished watching the video clips. Finally, the computer screen shut down. Sean's heart was beating rapidly. Sean reached out to take the cigarette from Stewart. After spitting out a large puff of smoke, he leaned against the back of the chair and said, "It should be destroyed." Stewart's hand trembled while he was holding the cigarette. He refused. "I'm afraid not." "We can't let him see it. He will go crazy." Sean felt lik
After driving for a while, Ellison stopped at a remote store. "Look around. If you can't pick up a favorite cup here, we will go to another store." Then Gloria sat down on a recliner. Ellison pretended to focus on picking up a cup, but he was glancing at Gloria from the corner of his eye. "Anything you like?" Gloria noticed that Ellison was looking at her. "Yes," Ellison pointed and said, "I want this set." After stepping out of the store, Ellison found that the red marks on the back of his hand had disappeared. He rubbed that part hard with his back facing Gloria. He looked at the bruise and felt much more satisfied. Gloria led the way in front. She asked, "What kind of lounge chair do you want?" "I think yours is good." Ellison stared at her and smiled. Gloria nodded. "Alright, I'll take you to that store. Things there are a little expensive, but the quality is good." "Okay." Ellison agreed. They didn't spend
In the dead of night, Gloria went to the most remote house of the B&B. The look on her face was cold, yet the sadness in her eyes was more than obvious. "I'm here to see you," she said in a hoarse voice, yet there was no one else in the house except her. The room was dark, but she knew it so well that she walked forward untroubled. She fumbled on the table, lit a candle she found, and it illuminated the picture on the table. It was a portrait of a girl. She looked at it and said, "Mica, I miss you very much." Mica was smiling brightly in the portrait. Gloria did not have Mica's picture. She asked a wandering artist who traveled to Waikiki Beach to draw Mica's picture based on her memory. Gloria clenched her fists tightly, feeling bad. "Mica, if you still don't show up in my dreams, I'll forget your face soon." Gloria didn't want to say that she was lonely, but it was the truth. She missed Mica, but Mica didn't appear in h
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