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While Larry sent the children and Camille to church, Patrick drove Gwendolyn and himself to Snowy
Lane in a Volvo.
Few cars occupied the city's roads that day.
The journey felt shorter than usual as Gwendolyn observed the vacant city.
She turned her head to the man behind the wheel, who was dressed in a tailored black suit that day,
looking cool and intimidating.
With his lean muscular legs and toned waist, every move he made looked as if it was a pose plucked
out of a men's fashion magazine.
A dazed smile spread across Gwendolyn's lips as she stared at him.
With one hand on the steering wheel, Patrick reached over and interlocked her fingers with his. “What
are you looking at?”
“You're handsome!” Gwendolyn replied without taking her eyes off him.
What a gorgeous, outstanding man. I like him so much!
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtPatrick smirked and looked at Gwendolyn with a pleased expression.
If she enjoys looking at me that much, so be it! I like being the only person she looks at, anyway.
For the entire journey, they remained that way: him, holding her hand; her, staring at him with a smile.
It was only interrupted when Patrick turned to capture her lips in a kiss as the car came to a stop.
After a split second, Gwendolyn reciprocated his actions, letting him kiss her however he desired.
After a while, she gently broke off the kiss. “That's enough; the neighbors here know me.”
She was prone to shyness.
Patrick's slender fingers brushed across her delicate features as his gaze landed on the mark on her
face. Too lost in their passion this morning, he had forgotten about the mark.
The mark was also covered by her hair earlier.
As he was reminded of them, Patrick's gaze hardened. “Who did this?”
His voice was cold with aggression, which startled Gwendolyn.
She bit her lips and gave him a vague answer before getting out of the car. “It was my father. I was
never a favorite of his, so it's nothing I haven't been through.”
Patrick's heart throbbed with pain as he watched her walk into the yard.
What was her life like before this? I should've met her sooner. If we had gotten to know each other
sooner, could I have protected her and saved her from suffering all this abuse?
His eyes flashed icily at the thought.
Her family is still a mystery to me. I'll have to bring this up with her and meet them. How could her
father dislike a daughter as sweet and as beautiful as she is, and even lay his hands on her? I need to
meet this man myself!
Patrick left the car. No one answered after Gwendolyn rang the doorbell several times, so she got her
keys out to unlock the door.
The door could only be unlocked with a key since the password lock had already been changed.
After seeing her push the door open, Patrick quickened his pace to catch up to her.
Bang!
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmA gunshot was heard, followed by Gwendolyn's groans of pain.
Gwendolyn cried out, “Don't come in, Patrick! Don't!”
Patrick rushed inside and bent over to check the wound on her leg, his brows knitted together in worry.
Gwendolyn was scared out of her wits. “Patrick, there was a man in a mask...”
Patrick quickly bandaged the wound with his tie that he tugged off. The sound of another bullet zipping
through the air was heard. He reacted swiftly, rolling across the floor with Gwendolyn in his arms.
Gwendolyn screamed in fear.
She had never experienced anything like this, which shocked her to her core.
Patrick turned to look around. He had spectacular eyesight and hearing from the experience of being at
a training camp.
He tried looking for the hitman, but the latter was extremely skilled and had already gone out of sight.
Patrick's lips pressed together into a thin line. They were both in extreme danger as the hitman's gun
could be aimed at either of their heads at that moment.
His mind went to Gwendolyn. The hitman was here for her.
Shielding her, Patrick retreated further into the house.
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