Lillian sensed Patrick's disdain for Derrick in his tone, and Patrick's attitude made Lillian feel unhappy.
She could not accept anyone denigrating Derrick, but she dared not contradict Patrick. Her rationality told her that it would be a dangerous thing to do so. Patrick didn't care about what Lillian thought. He sensed from her words that she was nothing but a stupid woman who was obsessed with Derrick. And there was more. Lillian was also selfish and mean, and she made him sick. Patrick didn't bother to say anything else to Lillian. He raised his chin at Leonard. Leonard understood immediately, so he went up and pulled Lillian up. "Where are you taking me?" Lillian was afraid instantly, worrying that Patrick would do something even worse to her. "Shut up," Patrick said. Then Leonard immediately gagged Lillian and stuffed her into the car. Soon, Patrick's convoy set off again. Meanwhile, at his villa on the we"I know she works at the Fittro Club. She is your employee." After thinking for a moment, Derrick came to a conclusion. He thought that maybe he had offended Patrick's employee. Given how overbearing Patrick was, everything Patrick would do made sense. So, Derrick continued, "But she is fine, isn't she? She is not dead." Lillian was already slumping on the ground, feeling weak. No matter how stupid she was, she still knew what was going on. She thought, 'It's true. I love Mr. Fisher so much, yet he did set me up.' Somehow, the face of Gloria, who was suffocating while struggling in pain in that transparent container, emerged in Lillian's mind. Back then, Gloria kept banging her fists against the container so desperately. Lillian shuddered violently. She thought, 'If I hadn't been lucky, it would have been me.' "Leonard, tell him." Leonard briefed Derrick mechanically about everything that had happened that day. A
Patrick glanced at Gloria, who was sleeping on the sofa. He didn't answer Christine. Patrick bent down and picked up Gloria from the sofa. He glanced at Leonard, and the latter immediately went up and took the infusion bag from the temporary hanging iron shelf next to the sofa. "Mr. Hammond, where are you taking Gloria?" Christine quickly ran to the door of her office before Patrick could walk out, blocking his path with both hands. Being stopped by Christine, Patrick looked down and glanced at her. Patrick's gaze made Christine panic. She said, "Mr. Hammond, Gloria hasn't woken up yet. Where are you taking her?" She thought, 'Patrick didn't look right when he walked in the door. I know I shouldn't be nosy, but if I turn a blind eye also, Gloria will be left alone. What if the same thing happens again? She will be desperate.' "Mr. Hammond, you can't take her away right now," Christine braced herself and said. The shirt on her back wa
Patrick put his hands around Gloria's neck. He clenched his teeth while he started squeezing her neck. He thought, 'It's fine. With a little more strength, I can get rid of this woman, who can easily affect my mood. In such a way, I won't be under her influence anymore. I won't do crazy things again, such as driving her to the hospital in the middle of the night. That's a privilege that even Gabrielle never enjoyed.' The rational, selfish side of Patrick kept engulfing himself, and he was constantly adding more force to his fingers. Gloria felt pain while she was in a coma. She curled herself up in a ball and frowned in pain. Patrick saw every bit of the cold sweat on her face in the light of the bedside lamp. He loosened his fingers all of a sudden. He realized that he could not do it. He just couldn't! He let go of her neck as if he had lost his strength. His hands propped up by the edge of the bed, and it took him t
Gloria thought, 'I don't get it. How did Patrick know this secret of mine? I don't know how Derrick knew, either. Was Patrick spying on me?' Such a thought enraged Gloria. She figured that though she had been imprisoned and was now a rogue without a pack, she still had her privacy. Patrick waited for Gloria to speak. However, he was running out of patience. He looked at Gloria and asked, "You won't tell me?" His suspicion surged continuously. He thought, 'Did something happen between Gloria and Derrick?' "Has he seen you naked?" Patrick could not help asking. Gloria felt a sudden throbbing pain in her heart. She thought, 'Patrick, what do you think I am?' She clenched her hands gradually, which were on either side of her thighs. Gloria was silent while trembling in anger. Seeing that Gloria didn't say anything, Patrick figured that he guessed it correctly. The jealousy was eating him up. "How much d
As she heard Derrick's words, Lillian's eyes widened her eyes in surprise. Her eyes were full of resentment and confusion. She thought, 'Why does everyone want to punish me?' Derrick frowned while looking at the expression on Lillian's face. Just as he thought, Lillian was ignorant and selfish. He thought, 'Lillian claimed that Gloria was pretending to be pitiful. I know better than anyone else. If what Lillian said was true, Gloria wouldn't have been so tense when she confronted me. Not to mention that Gloria was so nervous after I found out about her secret. If Gloria wanted to gain others' sympathy in such a way, she should have lifted her shirt and shown the monstrous scar on her waist to everyone. Yet Gloria did not do so. She put on a lot of clothes and wrapped herself up. She would not let anyone touch her. If not for a coincidence, I think she would've kept it a secret forever.' Derrick pondered for a moment, and then he too
At Christine's insistence, Gloria came back to Fittro Club to work again only after she was a hundred percent recovered. Gloria felt that her life was back on track, and nothing changed. The only difference was that no matter how hard she tried, there was no work arrangement for her, which made her particularly idle. Emily, her supervisor, would not arrange work for her either. And Christine would never go against Patrick's words. Gloria sat alone in the Public Relations Department's lounge. It somehow became her routine till she got off work. "Time to get off work, finally! I'm beat. But I've got to say. The guest today is so generous." There were gradually more people in the lounge. Everyone was talking and laughing, discussing today's work. Only Gloria was sitting at the side in a daze. She looked up and saw a woman pull out a neat wad of bills. Judging from the thickness, there should be at least 10 thousand dollars. The
Lucas saw how Gloria struggled deep down, and a smile appeared on his lips. He thought, 'You are indeed a greedy woman.' Lucas sighed silently. He figured that Gloria's greedy nature could do him a lot of good since he was loaded. After a while, Gloria slowly opened her mouth and asked, "What can I do for you in exchange for your tip?" A trace of surprise flashed across Lucas' face. To his surprise, Gloria did not just take the money away. She wanted to do something in exchange for the money. Lucas knew women in clubs. He knew those call girls even better. Most of them hoped that they could gain things without having to do anything, or they would not choose such a career in the first place. "Nothing. You just need to sit beside me and let me take you back to the dormitory," Lucas said affectionately. He figured that such sweet talk would move any woman. However, he found no change in Gloria's expression. She just thoug
'Of course not!' Gloria thought angrily, but she managed to collect herself and didn't shout it out loud. She raised her hand, pointed at the door, and said, "It's getting late, Mr. Norman. Please leave!" "I won't apologize to you." Lucas slightly raised his delicate chin, and his face was proud and aloof. When he turned around and stepped out of the door of Gloria's dormitory, he said, "Your wound will fester if left untreated." As Gloria watched Lucas disappear, her breathing was a little disordered, and his last words were still ringing in her ears. Gloria thought angrily, 'What does it have to do with you? What do you know?' The door was still open. Gloria took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Then she slowly walked forward and closed the door. Suddenly, a force hit the door. The door bounced and made her stagger. "Lillian?" Lillian was at the door, and she looked like a ghastly evil spirit. She said fiercely, "Gl
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