NovelEnglishChapter 373
Patrick dropped on the backseat of the car with his eyes half-closed, a genuine longing escaping his thin lips,
"Sendhome."
Cynthia's hand on his face stiffened, "Which home?"
"Land of... Fragrance." He really wanted to go home. Hurt by Amelia, he had tried to bury himself in alcohol, but
she was still the only one he wanted.
Cynthia's finger brushed his eyebrows, which showed he was hurt by love. Cynthia hated the fact that the
woman Patrick cared about was not her. As for the woman he loved, Amelia could wear his love at will! As far as
Cynthia knew, Amelia had pushed Patrick to alcohol more than once. How could she do that?
It was extremely lucky to have such an excellent, perfect man to be her husband, yet she dared to hurt Patrick's
feelings! Good! If Amelia didn't cherish him, what was wrong with Cynthia trying her best to win Patrick over?
After getting rid of her last bit of conscience, Cynthia gently landed her head on the shoulder of Patrick and said,
"Okay, let's go home."
In the room at a five-star hotel.
When Cynthia cout of the bathroom, her skimpy dress had been changed into something sexier. She
climbed up to Patrick's bed and ran her fingers all the way up from his calf.
Realizing that someone was caressing him, Patrick struggled to open his eyes and found a beautiful woman very
close to him. Suddenly, in a daze, he had an illusion that Amelia was right in front of him. With a strong impulse,
he drove her under him with force.
Cynthia let out a cry in a low voice and lay down obediently, waiting for Patrick to enjoy her. However, Patrick
froze when he met her pretty eyes.
He shook his head and said to himself, "No, you're not her. She won't be so obedient."
Untying him, Cynthia whispered, "Patrick, I'm never her. It's me, Cynthia."
"Cynthia?" Patrick widened his eyes, trying to see more clearly. But the woman in front of him looked as if she
were covered by mist, preventing him from seeing who she was.
"Yes, it's me." Cynthia threw the tie away and began to unbutton his shirt. She said slowly, "Patrick, did you eat
or drink something you shouldn't have in the club? Otherwise, why do you keep saying you're hot?" "Drink
something | shouldn't have?" Patrick thought of the glass of drink the punk fed him. Could it be...
"I was drugged?"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCynthia let out a soft sigh as an answer.
With her warm and soft body by his side, Patrick needed great self-control to stay away from her. He said with
uneven breath, "Cynthia, judging from my current state... | may hurt you at any time... Would you stay away
from me?"
Without hesitation, Cynthia replied, "No! Patrick, I'm not afraid of you hurting me. No matter what happens, I'm
willing to be with you!"
Patrick had his fingertips settled deeply into his palm and managed with his little remained reason. "Cynthia! You
don't understand at all... I'm drugged and would be calmed down only by women. Your staying here won't help
Seeing that he was still struggling, Cynthia changed her position, knelt in front of him, and began to take off her
clothes. "Patrick, am | not a woman to you? | can't stand watching you suffer. It doesn't matter. If you want, | will
give myself to you."
"Cynthia... you really don't have to do this!" Patrick said.
"I know you have no choice. | will not blyou afterward, and | will not threaten you by this either..." She drew
his veined hands on her breasts and said with affection in her eyes.
Her offer was a great temptation for any man, not to mention Patrick, who was drugged and unable to think
straight at that time.
After staring at each other for a couple of seconds, Patrick did not take action. Instead, he said something that
broke Cynthia's heart, "You are not her. | don't want you and | can't..." Cynthia asked agitatedly, "How can you
still think about her when you're like this? You've fallen in love with her, haven't you?"
Even though there was no reason in his eyes, Patrick still said firmly, "Even if I don't love her, | won't accept
you!"
"You..." Cynthia fell back on the bed. There was a hesitation in her eyes. With such a perfect opportunity in front
of her, she couldn't give it up!
It didn't matter. Patrick was now relying on his strong will. When the drug was in full play, she could do anything
she wanted to do!
Everything went as she had expected. Patrick's handsface gradually reddened and sweat began to cover his
body. He looked incredibly sexy. "Patrick, if you can't hold on, I'll be right in front of you..." "Patrick, you've
sweated a lot. Are you feeling bad?"
She kept talking in his ear, trying to tantalize him.
Realizing that his body was about to reach its limit, Patrick blurted out from his teeth, "Sendback to Land of
Fragrance! Now!"
Cynthia's face changed. It took her a lot of effort to trick him into her bed. How could she send him back to
Amelia's bed?
She pretended that she couldn't hear it and leaned closer to him. "Patrick, what are you talking about? | can't
hear you clearly."
Cruelty flashed across Patrick's face. In the face of Cynthia's shocked gaze, he punched the wall behind him with
force! Bang! Bang! Bang!
He didn't stop even when his fists were bleeding!
Watching his almost crazy behaviors, Cynthia was dumbfounded.
Patrick was like a bow that was fully drawn. She had been trying to control him but had no idea that she could be
at such a loss when he struggled.
He was still punching the wall, obviously trying to suppress his desire by the pain!
Looking at his bloody hands, Cynthia
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He stopped slowly...
Patrick turned around, his scarlet eyes filled with calmness and gratitude. "Thank you, Cynthia..."
Cynthia burst into tears at those simple words.
Everyone knew that Patrick was shrewd and good at playing with people's minds. Her little trick tonight would
not fool him for too long.
Therefore, Cynthia felt guilty at his gratitude. She had failed his trust...
Perhaps Patrick was playing dumb
on purpose to offset her kindness,
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