As the car drove, Gloria let go of her hand that was covering her lips. She felt the taste of rust, and she knew that it was blood.
She leaned against the seat and thought, 'Whatever he wants to do, just let it be.' Anyway, no matter how much she struggled, it would be useless.
In the car, Patrick called his guards through mind link, "Everyone return to Fittro Club."
When the car stopped outside the club, Patrick didn't say anything else. He bent down, picked Gloria up, and strode towards the club.
"Don't move. If you don't want me to repeat what I did to you in the car in front of everyone, you'd better be good. Don't make me mad. It won't do you any good." Patrick sensed Gloria's struggle and stopped her with an indifferent expression.
Gloria was furious. Was Patrick always ignoring her will?
However, after she glanced at the surroundings, she closed her eyes. She did not have the right to choose. So, she shut her eyes.
Leonard and the others had arrived at the club. Meanwhile, Patrick was carrying Gloria into the elevator. He glanced at two of the guards and said, "Follow me."
The top floor of the club.
Patrick carried Gloria out of the elevator. He threw her onto the bed and said, "Stay here tonight and have a good sleep. You don't have to worry about anything else."
When he was about to leave, he ordered the two guards flatly, "Keep an eye on her. Don't let her leave this floor."
"Yes, Alpha Patrick!" the two replied.
Gloria's face was pale. She protested, "I don't want to be here!"
Today, she wanted to go all out to be willful.
She shouted, "You have no right to do this!"
"Shut up." Patrick suddenly turned around. He looked at Gloria expressionlessly and said, "I'll give you two choices. One, take a shower and go to sleep. Second, I'll bathe you and sleep with you."
Gloria's expression turned gloomier. There was a hint of anger in her eyes.
Patrick's lips curled up. He turned and left.
Patrick took the elevator downstairs. Leonard was waiting at the door. When Patrick left the elevator, he immediately ordered, "Find out where that bastard is right now!"
At this time, Derrick, who Patrick was looking for, was drinking.
He was drunk as a skunk and covered his chest as if his heart had been dug out.
A voice rang in his head, 'You should trust her. You know her well, right?"
Another voice ridiculed, 'Her family doesn't even trust her. Everyone says that she is guilty. She did all those vicious things, but you still want to pursue her. Are you stupid? Such a woman is not worthy of your affection. Where are your pride and dignity?'
"Shut up!" Derrick smashed the bottle in his hand onto the ground and it shattered into pieces.
Soon after, there was a series of rapid knocks on the door.
Derrick sprawled out on the sofa. He did not move as he shouted, "I'm dead, stop knocking!"
However, the person outside the door did not leave. The knocking on the door became louder and more rapid.
"I'm dead. I can't hear you! Get lost!" Derrick shouted.
The knocking continued.
"Fuck!" Derrick was so annoyed by the knocking that he got up. He strode toward the door and opened it. He didn't even look at that person and shouted, "What's wrong with you!"
Before Derrick finished speaking, he punched his face. This punch was rather ruthless. Derrick staggered back a few steps and almost lost his balance.
When Derrick stood still, he looked up and saw Patrick blocking the door.
"Patrick, are you crazy?" said Derrick.
Patrick's eyes were cold and he gave out a gloomy aura. His gaze landed on Derrick.
Patrick moved his fist, and suddenly, he moved and threw another punch. He roared, "Will you never give up on that woman as you told me?"
He threw another punch. "Will you never compromise as you told me?
"Then what did you do today? Derrick, you gave up on that woman. Do you have any idea what it means to her!" Patrick roared.
Patrick's punch was heavy. When he smashed over, Derrick sobered up. After being punched three times in a row, he was irritated. Derrick heard Patrick's words, and his eyes immediately turned red. He raised his fist and smashed it toward Patrick.
Derrick roared, "Who gave you the right to criticize me? What about you? Haven't you hurt her enough?"
"Patrick, if you are here to stand up for Gloria, I wanna ask you," Derrick glared at him. "Do you think you have the right to do so?"
Patrick's gaze turned even colder.
There was a bang.
There was another loud noise. Derrick was smashed against the wall by Patrick and fell to the ground. The glass shards on the floor cut his skin!
The sudden pain crushed him.
Derrick raised his head fiercely and asked Patrick with red eyes, "Patrick! You don't get to accuse me! You realize that you have fallen in love with Gloria! But let me ask you, Patrick, do you dare to admit your feelings for her? Can you accept the fact that you love such a despicable and vicious woman? Even if you do, will you accept it? Will you admit it?"
Derrick finally shouted. He suffered from the same pain deep down.
Derrick wanted to laugh, but instead, he began to cry.
"We are the same! We are both proud, Patrick! How can I admit that the woman I fell in love with is so despicable? You love Gloria, Patrick. Don't deny it. If you hadn't fallen in love with her, you wouldn't have come here in the middle of the night just to hit me. But Patrick, can you accept it? Do you dare to admit that you love her? No, you can't!"