"Patrick! You bastard! You promised me!" Gloria's eyes turned red.
The pain in Patrick's eyes almost froze. He focused on doing what he was doing. Suddenly, Gloria's eyes widened in fear. Her body was shivering all over. She felt a sudden chill down her back since her pajamas were lifted. She screamed with all her strength, and her voice was harsh and unpleasant, "Patrick! I hate you!" Patrick's eyes were full of pain. He lowered his head abruptly and kissed her passionately on the scar on the back of her waist. He would rather dig out his heart to fill the missing flesh on the scar. Gloria struggled even harder, but the more she struggled, the more passionately Patrick kissed her. "Patrick! I hate you! Can't you hear me?" She twisted her waist frantically, trying to avoid his endless kiss. Patrick remained silent. What he wanted was not just her body. He wanted her to respond to him. He admitted that heMandy, who was in the driver's seat, opened her mouth, only to find that she couldn't utter a word to comfort Gloria. She knew Gloria too well, which was why she felt no need or words to comfort Gloria. The Carter Group had many problems. Maybe they had been overlooked, or maybe Alger didn't think they were serious. Mandy was a little distressed for Gloria, who was in the back seat. When Gloria was busy, she was working in an almost suicidal way. Mandy figured that she was supposed to hate Patrick. After all, he was the one who forced an outgoing woman bit by bit till she was cornered. In all of Gabbs, Patrick was the only person who could drive Gloria into a corner. But now, Mandy felt grateful for Patrick. At least he would come in time to pick Gloria up for lunch and dinner, or Gloria would be too busy to eat at all. Mandy accompanied Gloria to work for several days, and Patrick did not appear during this time. Gloria knew that h
Although Gloria's voice had long been broken, currently, her voice had reached a new limit. Listening to her speak made one feel like hearing two pieces of coarse sandpaper rubbing against each other. Anyone would get a sore throat and an itchy mouth while listening to her. "What do you want?" Stewart frowned and asked in dissatisfaction. Gloria didn't care about his attitude. She casually took the face powders out of her bag, opened it, and started to touch up her makeup as if no one else was around. "Seriously? You are still in the mood to fix your makeup now?" Stewart sneered. In fact, he was already dissatisfied. Gloria turned around and asked him, "Do I look good?" "Don't go too far!" Stewart clenched his fists. "If he sees me, he won't be able to move his eyes away from me, right?" Gloria lowered her head slightly and muttered to herself. Immediately, Stewart felt a lump in his throat and something bitter in his heart.
Gloria looked stiffly at Patrick in her arms who was asking for help. The others froze on the spot, watching the strange scene. "Is that Patrick?" Stewart said skeptically, and everyone present shared the same doubt. Sean's face suddenly darkened, and he said sternly, "Go! Get the pack doctor." The pack doctor came, but Patrick refused to cooperate. He clutched Gloria's clothes with both hands and refused to let go. Thus, all the people present looked at Gloria. "He only listens to you now," Sean said calmly. Under the gazes of everyone in the room, Gloria compromised and coaxed the child-like Patrick. After giving Patrick a checkup, the pack doctor said, "Alpha Patrick seems not to remember the past." Sean was also a medical worker, so he instantly understood what the doctor meant. "Are you saying that he lost his memory?" "No. Alpha Patrick's IQ and cognition are now no different from that of an eight-year-old
Gloria drove back. Sitting in the driver's seat, she laughed at herself for having an illusion. Otherwise, how could she see Patrick? Suddenly, she realized something. Gloria stepped on the brakes, her body leaning forward instinctively. She stared forward. The next moment... She unbuckled her seat belt, got out of the car, and limped forward. "Patrick! Where have you been? Everyone is worried about you. Do you know that?" Gloria shouted at him with her coarse voice. Her chest heaved violently. Patrick seemed frightened and stared at her blankly. "Gloria," Patrick explained, "Hank said that if I behaved, you would come to see me. I waited for a long time, but you didn't come. I miss you so much!" He looked at a loss and was about to cry. "Have I done something wrong?" Gloria's heart skipped a beat. An indescribable pain spread through her heart and she was caught off guard. Before she could say anything, Patrick
The secretary suddenly stood up. "Sorry, Mandy. Our president said that he wanted to meet Miss Carter alone to seek cooperation this time." Gloria, Mandy, and the other representatives from the Carter Group all looked at each other in confusion. What a strange request it was! Mandy was about to say something, but Gloria stopped her. "Take the others out of the meeting room." "But..." Mandy was worried. Gloria looked at Mandy with determination in her eyes. "Mandy, you know how important this cooperation is to me." It was important to her, as well as the Carter Group. "Let's go," Mandy said to others and took the lead to leave. In the conference room, only Gloria was left. In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, a man stood silently. Gloria changed her expression and put on a standard smile. She walked over and stopped three meters away from the man. It was the best social distance. "Hello, Mr. Norman, nice to see you.
Time ticked by. Gloria raised her wrist and glanced at her watch for the third time. Patrick's eyes were fixed on her. The ringing sound of the phone broke the strange atmosphere in the room. Gloria pressed the answer button. She asked, "Have you arrived?" On the phone, she could hear Sean's voice together with hurried footsteps. "I can't go. I'll leave Patrick to you for the time being." Gloria became anxious and called out, "Wait a minute. Leave him to me for the time being? Isn't Hank there?" "Hank is not free. All his men are busy now." Gloria laughed out of anger. "What do you mean by that?" Sean sneered and asked Gloria, "He was shot in Italy. Don't tell me you think it was a coincidence." "What do you mean?" "Stewart will stay in Hammond Group. Hank and I are going to Rome. Think about it. He is not short of bodyguards, but why did he still get shot?" Sean said quickly. Gloria was silent. Although
The bedroom door suddenly opened. Gloria looked up and saw that Patrick had a poker face and returned with a blanket in his hand. Without a word, he threw the blanket onto the floor beside her bed and unrolled it silently. "What are you doing?" She was even more puzzled and asked. Patrick lay down on the floor and turned his back to her deliberately. "You are not allowed to sleep here," Gloria said coldly. Patrick remained silent. Gloria shouted, "Patrick, go out!" Patrick got up from the blanket and turned to yell at her, "Just send me away tomorrow! I don't care! Don't even think about chasing me away tonight!" Gloria didn't expect that he dared to yell at her. "Gloria wants to drive me away. She is sick and no one will take care of her. She is unreasonable!" Patrick shouted again. Gloria was stunned and didn't know what to say. It was the first time that the eight-year-old Patrick had shouted at her. She look
Gloria locked herself in the bedroom for a long time. When she went out, drops of blood were on her pale lips, which betrayed her struggling heart. Everything returned to the past. Gloria walked to the living room expressionless and lay on the sofa in silence with a blanket. Patrick stood uneasily aside. He looked helpless and pitiful. "From now on, you are not allowed to enter the bedroom," Gloria said coldly. Patrick panicked. He asked anxiously, "Gloria, did I do something wrong? So, you don't like me anymore." Gloria looked down at the hem of her clothes in his palm. Mandy's words echoed in her ears. She reached out and pulled back her clothes and walked back to the bedroom. She left behind a ruthless back for Patrick. However, when she turned her back to him, she began to shed tears. Why did she cry? She didn't want to think about it, nor did she have the strength to think about it. The night ended s
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