Todos os capítulos de REVENGE OF THE GOOD WIFE (ENGLISH): Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

"DO you know where Mang Lope lives, Aling Tere?" Patricia asked once more, her voice carrying a softer tone, almost as if speaking too loudly would shatter the fragile concern blooming in her chest. The gentle afternoon breeze rustled through the leaves of nearby trees, and she found herself momentarily lost in its soothing whisper.“Yes, it’s not far from here,” Aling Tere responded, her voice light and casual, unaware of the emotional weight those words carried for Patricia. She rattled off the house number, her hands busy wiping down the counter, while Patricia stood still, her thoughts elsewhere.Patricia's gaze shifted toward Alvin, standing beside her, his tall frame casting a protective shadow over her. His presence had always given her a strange mix of comfort and unease—something she couldn’t quite understand but didn’t mind either. She studied his face, the sharp lines of his jaw, the way his dark eyes observed her with quiet curiosity. There was something grounding about hi

"What kind of question is that, Alvin?" Patricia responded, her voice betraying the swirl of emotions she fought to suppress. She rose slowly from her seat, hoping the distance would help steady her nerves.But Alvin had other plans. Before she could take another step, he grasped her hand, his fingers curling around hers with a firm but gentle hold. With a swift tug, he pulled her back toward him, and before she knew it, Patricia lost her balance, landing unceremoniously in his lap. Her heart lurched as she found herself pressed against the heat of his chest, her senses instantly engulfed by his presence."A-Alvin—let me go," she stammered, her voice a mix of frustration and surprise. She planted her palms on his firm chest, the warmth of his body seeping through his shirt and into her skin as she pushed against him, trying to break free.But Alvin didn’t release her. Instead, a soft chuckle escaped his lips, a sound that rumbled deep within his chest. The air between them grew thick

"Oh, Pat, still the beauty I remember," Alvin whispered, his voice thick with admiration. His eyes roamed over her, taking in every inch of the woman who once captured his heart. There was a certain reverence in the way he gazed at her as if seeing her for the first time after so many years of longing. Patricia stood there, silent, her body betraying her inner turmoil. Her breath came in uneven bursts, her chest rising and falling with a rhythm that spoke of the battle waging inside her—the battle between desire and restraint.Alvin’s words lingered in the air, rich with a hunger that had been kept at bay for far too long. His hands, strong yet gentle, cupped her face, his thumb brushing her cheek in a way that sent shivers down her spine. "I craved for this, Pat," he said, his voice thick with emotion, each syllable a confession. His eyes bore into hers, pulling her deeper into a whirlpool of emotions she wasn’t ready to confront. "You don’t know how much I craved for this," he repea

“Ohhh—mmmnnnn,” as Patricia began to move on top of Alvin, her body surrendered completely to a sensation so raw and intense, it was as if she had unlocked a hidden part of herself that had always been there, waiting to be awakened. The warmth of the moment, the heat radiating from their skin, enveloped them like a cocoon, intensifying every sensation, every touch, every breath.“I can’t—mmmnnn—gosh!” Patricia gasped, her voice trembling with a mixture of excitement and disbelief, the words spilling from her lips as her hips rocked forward, driving her deeper into the moment. Her body moved with a fluid grace, as though it had always known what to do, even before her mind had fully caught up.Beneath her, Alvin's firm, rigid length filled her completely, reaching the deepest parts of her with every thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through her core, making her toes curl and her back arch. Her skin tingled, every inch of her b

Just as Alvin had mentioned, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted Patricia as she descended the stairs. The living room was immaculate, bathed in the soft morning light streaming through the large windows, casting a warm, inviting glow over everything. She spotted Alvin sitting calmly in the same chair he had occupied the previous night, looking both relaxed and alert, as if waiting for her."Come on," he said, his voice low and familiar, his eyes never leaving her.Patricia felt her heart race, her chest tightening with a familiar nervousness as she approached him. She couldn’t deny the effect his gaze had on her, those deep, dark eyes that held a sensual intensity she had never experienced with Robert. It was a look that stirred something deep inside her, awakening emotions she wasn’t sure she was ready to confront."W-Where are we going today? And why did you say someone’s coming to install the internet? It’s Sunday, isn’t it?" Her voice wavered slightly, betraying her nerves