Patrick stood in front of the sofa, pondering over things related to Gloria.
Suddenly, he heard light footsteps behind him. Patrick was a werewolf, and he had a keen sense of hearing and smell. Thus, he knew at once that it was Gloria. Patrick turned his head. Seeing how tentative Gloria was, he began to get furious again. His wolf always emphasized that Gloria was their mate, but he never wanted to admit it. He hated to admit that the cowardly, humble woman in front of him was his mate. However, Patrick couldn't manage to ignore the fact that she was standing right there. Also, she could always affect his mood easily. "Stop right there. Where are you going?" said Patrick. "I'm going to work, Mr. Hammond," Gloria replied calmly. She sounded respectful, but Patrick could still sense her stubbornness. "Work? With your current condition? Do you know you almost died just now?" Patrick shouted in anger, again at GlorChristine immediately sensed something from Leonard's words. After all, she had managed to take a place in Fittro Club for years. Her delicate brows furrowed as she asked, "Hold on. A dangerous job? What are you referring to?" Christine thought, 'Gloria must have lost her mind. She hasn't fully recovered yet, and she has already come back here, asking me for a job. However, I'm not insane or stupid. Who says I'm going to give her what she wants?' Christine said seriously, "I'm not that heartless, OK? She came back before she recovered, but I never gave her any work to do. Well, the only exception is that unfamiliar guest a few days ago. But he didn't give her a hard time." Leonard didn't think Christine was lying. He probed, "You know Toby, from Blue Moon Pack, right?" "Toby? The Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack? Yes, I know him. What about him?" Christine asked in confusion. "He was a guest here today. He was in Room 3 on the third floor." Leo
Christine walked very fast. She soon reached the Public Relations Department's lounge and walked past it toward the manager's office. Her stilettos tapped against the marble tiles, and she looked angry. The staff trembled in fear as they watched Christine walk straight toward her destination. She kicked the office door open, making a huge noise. Christine roared furiously, "Emily, I want an explanation!" Emily was startled. She looked at Christine, who appeared out of the blue, and asked, "Christine, what's going on?" Christine walked into the office and slammed the door shut, blocking those probing gazes. She stood at the door with her arms crossed. Looking at Emily coldly, she said, "Who said you could arrange work for Gloria? Don't you know that she is still sick? Did you have my permission?" Emily felt relieved and dissatisfied when she heard that Christine was here for Gloria. Emily said, "Christine, I'm the manager of t
The call girls in the Public Relations Department's lounge were surprised to see Emily panic. They heard Christine's voice from before dimly. However, they did not know what had happened between Emily and Christine. "What did Gloria do this time? Christine is here, asking Emily to find Gloria herself!" "What does Gloria have anything to do with you?" "Well, that's true." They were talking, yet Emily didn't have time to listen to their conversation at all. She rushed into the public lounge as fast as she could. She saw Gloria, who was in the lounge. "Gloria, you..." Emily was used to talking to Gloria arrogantly. Suddenly, she recalled Christine's words. She coughed awkwardly and softened her tone, saying, "Are you alright?" Gloria was puzzled. She thought, 'Since when did you care about me?' "I'm fine," Gloria said. "I want to ask you something. It's about Room 3 on the third floor." Gloria stiffened.
Leonard frowned at Christine's words. He did not agree with Christine. Christine joined the Black Thorn Pack later, whilst he was always by Patrick's side, protecting Patrick. In Leonard's eyes, Gabrielle, Damon's sister, was the love of Patrick's life. Gloria was nothing to him. He said with dissatisfaction, "There are some things that you don't know. Don't give random comments." Christine smiled. She figured that Leonard was the one with all self-righteousness. "Call her over," Leonard said as he pointed at Lillian's photo. Christine nodded. She disliked Lillian anyway. Lillian was called to Christine's office. On Lillian's way here, she had been uneasy all along. "Christine." Lillian now was very humble. Unlike the first time she went to Christine's office, she was no longer contemptuous when talking to Christine. "I'll cut to the chase. Tell us about what happened in the room on the third floor today," Christine sa
"Lillian, I told you to be kind the last time I spoke to you. Obviously, you didn't take my words seriously at all. You brought it to yourself. You have no reason or right to hate anyone," Christine looked at Lillian and said with blunt hatred in her eyes. Christine then looked at Gloria and continued, "Gloria, you don't need to help her. She deserved it." Lillian cried hard. She was no longer as arrogant as she had been before when she faced Gloria. Grabbing Gloria's clothes in both hands, she begged, "Gloria, please! Help me. This is the first time I've ever asked you for anything." Gloria stood in situ expressionlessly. She was amused by Lillian's words. She said, "That's right. This is the first time. Because the boss of Fittro Club won't believe you this time even if I play along with you and help you lie." "Gloria, you're here to twist the knife, aren't you?" Lillian's face was full of grief and indignation. She looked like she knew
Patrick thought, 'Do as I say? Is that how you were, Gloria Carter? I don't think so.' Patrick put his hand up. His arm was propped on the arm of the sofa while he supported his chin with his hand, looking lazy. He looked at the woman in front of him silently. Time ticked, and Gloria began to feel restless. Patrick never looked away from her face. The light was too dim for her to see the emotion on his face. Occasionally, she would look up tentatively, yet she could only see his cold eyes in the dimness. A few minutes later, she finally gave in, finding it hard to keep sitting still anymore. She raised her head and said, "Mr. Hammond, I'm here to ask you to forgive someone." She cut to the chase. Patrick nodded while sitting on the sofa. He said lazily, "I know. I was waiting for you to speak." Gloria was stunned for a second. Only then did she realize that the reason why Patrick was sitting there and staring at
Gloria thought, 'I know what it's like to owe someone her life because I can't pay it back. Even though I am working my ass off, trying to save money to get my freedom back, I know Mica will never see any of my efforts. I don't care about Lillian. I don't like or hate her, though she is selfish and insolent, and she has crossed the line many times. Also, it's not my intention to meddle in others' business and come here to plead for her. I simply don't want to owe someone her life, whether it's a nice person or not, and whether it has something to do with me directly or not. I just don't want it whatsoever. That's why I came here after all, though I was so reluctant.' When Gloria was yelling, she said she didn't want to owe someone her life, and Patrick heard her. Patrick pondered for a while, and he had his guess. Patrick did not know that Gloria was referring to Mica. Instead, he figured that Gloria was repentant for causing Gabrie
Patrick didn't cut off the mind link. He looked at the unconscious Gloria, who was lying on the bed. He walked over and pushed her to the side. Then he slowly lifted her shirt. As her shirt was lifted gradually, his gaze landed on her waist. Patrick saw a hideous wound and his pupils contracted. "Our mate!" Leo said in a pained voice. He couldn't feel his mate. Only a faint breath told him that Gloria was his and Patrick's mate. "Who did this?" Patrick's voice was as cold as a sudden blizzard. He saw an ugly scar on the left side of Gloria's waist. He stretched out his hand, wanting to stroke it. His large hand could not help but tremble. His slender fingers touched the scar. Covered by the scar, her skin was no longer smooth. The second he touched it, he felt as if his fingertips had been scalded. Sean could tell from Patrick's voice that he was having mixed feelings. He scolded with a teasing tone, "She
Luana never expected that after Cline let Calvert in, he would continue to kiss her.It wasn't until she heard Calvert's voice that she understood his intention.Although she had already let go of Calvert, seeing his eyes turn bloodshot with despair still startled her.She couldn't help but feel that the man struggling to rush towards them wasn't Calvert, but Albion.Because only Albion would lose control when he saw her being hurt by another man.Instinctively not wanting to upset Albion, she struggled desperately.But the more she struggled, the harder Cline kissed her, even going so far as to slide his slender fingers inside her clothes right in front of Calvert."Cline, don't touch her!" Calvert roared in a fit of madness, wishing he could rush over and kill Cline.But his body was pinned down by the bodyguard, leaving him helpless as he watched Cline take possession of Luana bit by bit.Luana forcefully pushed Cline
"So you did plan this with him!" Cline's cold, emotionless voice came from above Luana's head, making her pause for a moment."I didn't.""Then how did he know you were here?""I'm not sure, maybe it's because..." Her explanation was cut short by Cline's cold interruption."Stop making excuses. Getting your bag back wasn't just to contact him, was it?"Seeing Cline's stubborn and indifferent expression, Luana fell silent.He had already made up his mind that she had contacted Calvert to pick her up. No amount of explanation would convince him; it was futile."He comes to pick you up as soon as you're recovering. If that's not premeditated, then what is it?" Cline's distrust and relentless questioning left Luana feeling exhausted.She took a deep breath and replied indifferently, "Yes, I did arrange with him. The day I could walk again, I asked him to come and get me."Hearing her admission, Cline's lips curled into a col
"Remember to use the scar-removing medicine," Eva said. With her delicate and elegant appearance, she was the epitome of beauty—her face couldn't afford to be marred by scars.Eva nodded in agreement and left with her medical bag.As the dean of a private hospital, her schedule was usually quite busy.Had it not been for Cline, it would have been nearly impossible to get an appointment with her.Thinking of Cline, Luana felt a lump in her chest.She couldn't understand his intentions. He was about to get married to his fiancée, yet he kept her locked up at home.Did he want Runa and yet couldn't bear to let go of her?If that was the case, Cline was being incredibly greedy.Luana glanced at the floor-to-ceiling windows. At some point, the sky had darkened and a heavy downpour had begun.The weather matched her mood perfectly, prompting a deep sigh from her.As she sat on the bed, hugging her legs and
"Only a day apart, and you're already missing each other so much. It seems your old flame has been rekindled?"Faced with his sarcastic remark, Luana didn't bother to explain. She simply lowered her long eyelashes, hiding the discomfort in her eyes.Seeing her silence, Cline's face turned even colder. His grip on her chin tightened uncontrollably."Didn't you say you didn't love him anymore? Why are you rekindling your old relationship?"Luana endured the pain in her chin and forced a smile at Cline."If I can be your lover for years without loving you, why can't I rekindle my relationship with him?"It wasn't clear whether it was the first part of her sentence that choked Cline or the latter that left him speechless, but it made him so angry that he couldn't find words.Luana glanced up at him and saw his usually frosty, charming eyes gradually turn bloodshot. Her heart jolted, but she quickly suppressed the involuntary feelings that
Calvert seemed to have lost the strength to speak, only managing a faint nod.Clarissa knew his stubborn nature from childhood. Trying to persuade him to leave would be futile. So she steeled herself and told him the truth."Every time Luana is taken away by Cline, she won't be back in less than two or three days. You can't just keep squatting here, can you?"Judging by his reaction, it seemed he already knew who Luana had sold herself to back then.Since that was the case, there was no harm in telling him the truth. He wouldn't stand a chance against that man anyway.Clarissa's words hit Calvert like a sledgehammer, delivering a fatal blow."Every time?" he asked incredulously, his bloodshot eyes slowly turning towards Clarissa. "For these five years... she's been with Cline?""Mm-hmm," Clarissa replied indifferently. That single word, however, almost caused Calvert to collapse.He had thought she had only sold herself once, b
Hearing this, Luana felt even more guilty. "Clarissa, he got hurt trying to save me. Could you tell him to go back to the hospital first? I'll come to see him in a few days."Clarissa latched onto the key phrase. "Save you? What's going on?"Luana briefly explained the incident with Travis's private revenge.Upon learning the truth, Clarissa shouted that she wanted to teach Travis a lesson.However, upon hearing that Cline had already dealt with Travis, she immediately fell silent."So... you're with Cline now?"Luana could only nod in affirmation, not daring to hide anything from Clarissa.Clarissa sighed deeply and muttered, "What a complicated relationship," before hanging up the phone.She put her phone in her pocket and, carrying a large pot of corn chowder, walked towards the entrance of the small apartment.She had been excited to bring the soup to Luana to help her regain her strength, but as soon as she stepped
After Eva left, Cline glanced towards the guest bedroom and noticed the door was ajar. His expression darkened immediately.He unconsciously quickened his pace and entered the room, only to see Luana adjusting the IV drip.Her small, palm-sized face showed no significant emotional fluctuation. She remained as gentle and well-behaved as before.She even smiled at him when he entered, which dispelled his doubts.The volume of his conversation with Eva hadn't been loud enough for her to overhear.Cline subconsciously let out a breath of relief and sat down beside her bed, asking, "Feeling better?"Luana nodded and replied, "A bit better."Then, they fell into silence. The atmosphere was somewhat awkward.Seeing that Cline had no intention of leaving, Luana couldn't help but speak up, "Mr. Moriarty, could you help me find my bag?"Her bag had been left in the banquet hall at the Beverly Hills Hotel. Her phone and other belon
Cline finally put down the vegetable salad and picked up a napkin to wipe the corners of her mouth.In the five years she had been with him, he had never taken care of her like this. Luana was utterly shocked.She stared blankly at the man in front of her with her clear, innocent eyes, feeling as if all of this was surreal.Cline, however, didn't seem to find anything amiss. He calmly wiped her mouth with the napkin.After cleaning her up, he took out his phone and called Eva. He asked Eva to bring medical equipment to the villa.Hearing this, Luana quickly snapped out of her daze and said, "I'll be fine with just some rest. There's no need to trouble Dr. Eva."Cline glanced at her coldly, his tone domineering and brooking no refusal. "Whether it's troublesome or not, I'm the one who decides."Luana had no choice but to keep quiet and let him arrange everything...When Eva pushed a cart full of instruments into the room, Cline
Cline coldly interrupted him, "No meeting."Russell immediately seemed a bit embarrassed. "Mr. Moriarty, he is, after all, the CEO of Coburn Group. Right now, people from Coburn Group are constantly asking me for him. I can't keep him locked up forever..."Russell's meaning was clear—he could withstand the pressure for a while, but not for long.Cline's face darkened as he thought for a few seconds, and finally relented, "Let him go."He then hung up the phone directly and looked at Luana, who was examining him.In fact, Luana had already guessed who he was talking about and didn't ask.As long as he was willing to release Calvert, she could thank him later once she had recovered a bit.Cline stared at the IV drip for a while until the liquid in the bottle was completely gone, then he helped her remove the needle.Luana glanced at the three bottles of medicine still on the side. Logically, they should be administered one