Right now, the sound of the hair dryer kept buzzing in Gloria's ears. Just as every night, she sat by the edge of the bed with wet hair, looking down at her nightgown.　　She thought, 'The new nightgown was bought by Patrick, who is holding the hairdryer behind me. It is exquisitely made and very expensive. Yet what makes him think that I like pink? I don't even have the right to choose the color I like.'　　She listened to the sound of the hairdryer while feeling the soft touch on the top of her hair. All of a sudden, a lifeless, silent smile appeared on her lowered face, and tears glistened in her eyes. She felt ridiculous, for she was like a doll he dressed up.　　"My hair is dry already," she said in a low voice, still subconsciously rejecting his care.　　As Gloria spoke, she unconsciously turned her head away. Patrick, who was behind her, saw each of her actions, which betrayed her and revealed her true feelings.　　Patrick felt disappointed, and his hear

　　Patrick felt great satisfaction physically. At that moment, the two climaxed at the same time.　　While they were panting, they had physical pleasure, yet their hearts were broken.　　"Patrick, I hate you," Gloria said in a hoarse voice.　　Patrick's fingertips trembled, but he still reached out to wipe the beads of sweat on her forehead.　　There seemed to be something inexplicable hidden behind his deep eyes, which confused Gloria. Yet when she looked into his eyes, the familiar pain came from her numb, senseless heart.　　Three years ago, a casual gaze from him would give her heartache. She naively thought that he was the mate chosen by the Moon Goddess for her and that they were bound to love each other. She had no idea that he would make her go through such pain.　　Patrick stroked her forehead, trying to wipe off her sweat.　　"Don't touch me." Gloria patted Patrick's hand off and stared at him, who was on top of her, with cold eyes. "Mr. Hammond,

　　After spanking Gloria, Patrick finally felt that his tight nerves loosened completely.　　Gloria was pressed against Patrick's thigh with her back facing upwards. She didn't have time to react until she heard the crisp sounds of slaps. Only then did she realize what was happening.　　"Stop! Stop it!" Gloria struggled furiously.　　Patrick looked at Gloria and the stubborn expression on her face. His suppressed anger was rekindled.　　"Do you dare to do that again?" Patrick asked her.　　Suddenly, Gloria felt a sense of absurdity. She thought, 'Isn't spanking only for disobedient children?'　　"I'm not a kid. What makes you think you can spank me?" She glared at him, questioning him.　　"Was I wrong?" His eyebrows were thick, and when he raised one side of his eyebrows, he gave others the impression that he was casual and effortless.　　Yet in fact, his heart was beating fast right now. When he saw Gloria's legs hanging in the air, he was utterly fri

　　Patrick turned his head and glanced down at Hank, who was on one knee. Patrick asked, "I told you to look up things from three years ago. Hank, do you still think no one knows about it?"　　Patrick used his finger to tap the report on the desk and narrowed his eyes angrily. "I think they were onto you the second you made a move. See? The proof here is perfect."　　Patrick thought, 'There's one thing that baffles me. Why did Grandpa make such a decision three years ago?　　I'm so confused.　　What happened three years ago did bother me. But it was related to the whole pack, and Grandpa didn't need to kill a member of the pack and frame Gloria from the Silver Spring Pack no matter what.'　　"You may leave." Patrick raised his arm and gestured for Hank to leave.　　Hank wanted to say something, but the second he looked up, he met Patrick's gaze. "Hank, I know what you are thinking, but this has become more than schemes between women."　　"Then what about M

　　"Miss Carter!" Samantha wanted to shove the dress into Gloria's hands.　　Gloria found the dress revolting, and she waved her hands in the air involuntarily.　　Then something unexpected happened. While struggling, Gloria pushed Samantha too hard and made her fall to the ground.　　Everyone quieted down instantly.　　Gloria opened her mouth and wanted to apologize. She didn't mean to. She just didn't want the dress. She felt bad and asked, "Are you OK?"　　She walked over and offered her hand, trying to help Samantha up from the ground.　　Samantha didn't fall hard, but she landed on the ground in an embarrassing way.　　Two buttons of her shirt fell off, revealing half of her fair bosom.　　Samantha looked down at her neckline and pulled a long face.　　"Miss Carter! This is too much!" She screamed and stood up. Unfortunately, she stood up too hastily, so her shirt split further.　　Everyone was stunned, including Gloria.　　Samantha, i