All Chapters of Trapped by Him: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

　　The next afternoon, Gloria received a text message. Her friend told her that many strangers were looking for her.　　Gloria panicked and said to herself, "Calm down. Take it easy. Patrick won't be able to find her."　　Gloria immediately called her friends in Hawaii and asked them not to reveal her whereabouts.　　Ellison was still living here, and Gloria could not drive him away.　　"Aren't you going to ask who I am?" On a sunny afternoon, Ellison stopped Gloria in the corner, who had been hiding from him. He said with certainty, "You are avoiding me."　　Gloria raised her head and said, "I'm not hiding from you. I'm doing this for your own good."　　"Actually, you're doing this for your own good. You're afraid of being in debt of love, and you don't want to owe anyone. Am I right?" Ellison said angrily.　　"Is there anything wrong with that?" Gloria glanced at Ellison indifferently. "Is it good for you if I lie to you?"　　"I actually hope you can

　　Ellison suddenly stood up and pushed Patrick hard. He said, "Let her go. You are so selfish! Didn't you hear her? Gloria has no intention of going with you!"　　Patrick was caught off guard. He had been as fierce as a wolf just now, yet he fell to the ground unexpectedly. Everyone was shocked.　　Stewart's face darkened. He rushed forward and helped Patrick up from the ground. He shouted anxiously, "Patrick, are you alright?"　　Stewart felt his hands wet. He reached out his hand that held the back of Patrick's head, only to find that it was covered in blood. He was stunned. "What is this?"　　Ellison noticed that something was wrong and was about to walk over. Hank ran ahead of him and shouted, "Alpha Patrick?"　　Gloria's eyes widened in shock and refused to believe that Patrick had fainted. She said in a trance, "Alpha Patrick, stop pretending. Did you fall just because of a push? Stop kidding me."　　Stewart turned to look at her in disbelief. "Patrick

　　Patrick returned to the Black Thorn Pack at night. His eyes were bloodshot, and his clothes were stained with early morning dew.　　In Alpha's villa, he found Alex who was playing chess.　　"Why did you do that?" Patrick's expression was calm. He looked at Alex indifferently.　　Ellison had been fighting with Patrick in Waikiki Beach a few days ago. But now, he was playing chess with Alex leisurely.　　"Since you want to give up everything for the sake of Gloria, do I still need to leave the Hammond Group to you? You are not my only grandson," Alex answered Patrick while focusing on the chessboard.　　Patrick was not angry. He seemed to be measuring Alex's words.　　"Up to you." After a moment, Patrick said nonchalantly, "I'll wait and see if you are capable enough to take away the Hammond Group and the Black Thorn Pack from me."　　He had worked day and night all these years to avoid the loneliness in his heart. He focused on expanding the territory bu

　　On the other end of the line, Gloria pursed her lips stubbornly. She had begged him too many times in her life already. Those three years of quiet life had almost made her forget who Patrick was and who she was.　　She mockingly glanced at Camille aside, who had dressed appropriately. Right now, Camille was nervously watching her every move.　　Camille came over as soon as she heard of Gloria's whereabouts, but Camille's anxiety had nothing to do with Gloria at all.　　Gloria lowered her eyes, which were full of loneliness and sarcasm.　　She wanted to pull herself out of the abyss, but every time she thought that she could finally escape, she would be trapped again.　　All of them were holding the things that were most precious to her. They ignored her countess wounds and kept hurting her again and again.　　Gloria felt that her throat was getting more and more uncomfortable. She asked in a hoarse voice, "So what if I beg you? How should I beg you?"　

　　"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 he