Right now, the sound of the hair dryer kept buzzing in Gloria's ears. Just as every night, she sat by the edge of the bed with wet hair, looking down at her nightgown.
She thought, 'The new nightgown was bought by Patrick, who is holding the hairdryer behind me. It is exquisitely made and very expensive. Yet what makes him think that I like pink? I don't even have the right to choose the color I like.'
She listened to the sound of the hairdryer while feeling the soft touch on the top of her hair. All of a sudden, a lifeless, silent smile appeared on her lowered face, and tears glistened in her eyes. She felt ridiculous, for she was like a doll he dressed up.
"My hair is dry already," she said in a low voice, still subconsciously rejecting his care.
As Gloria spoke, she unconsciously turned her head away. Patrick, who was behind her, saw each of her actions, which betrayed her and revealed her true feelings.
Patrick felt disappointed, and his heart ached. He thought, 'Does she hate to be close to me so much?'
The inexpressible regret was still lingering in his heart.
He put down the hairdryer. The next second, he reached out and grabbed the woman, who was about to move to the other side of the bed.
"Let's get married. You are my mate anyway," Patrick suddenly said, catching her off guard.
Gloria was shocked. For a moment, she felt that she was hallucinating.
Yet the hand behind her was placed on her shoulder.
The room was quiet, and Gloria felt cold.
A silent tremor ran through her body like an electric current, and she could not help but shiver.
She remained in the same position for a long time, and then she looked coldly at the ground and said gruffly, "I am a murderer. I don't deserve you, the famous Alpha Patrick of the Black Thorn Pack."
Then she lay down in her nightgown and pulled the quilt. With her back to Patrick, she curled up under it with only half of her head out. She didn't want to accept him at all.
By the side of the bed, Patrick still had his hand out in the air. He squinted at the back of the woman on the bed and said, "You said you didn't set Gabrielle up. What if I say I believe you?"
Alpha Patrick of the Black Thorn Pack had never compromised. For the first time, he lowered his proud head.
His eyes were still fixed on the back of the woman on the bed.
He was waiting for her response, his eyes shining with nervousness that he didn't realize.
"No. I killed someone. I am the reason why Gabrielle is dead. I am a murderer." She still did not turn to him. With her back to him, she gawked at the air with her hollow eyes while her tears fell, though Patrick could not see them at all.
She bit her lip to suppress a lump in her throat. She would never let him hear her cry.
She wept silently and thought, 'It's too late, Patrick. Your trust doesn't matter to me anymore.'
"It's late, Mr. Hammond. You should go back to your bedroom," Gloria said.
Standing on the side of her bed, Patrick looked at Gloria's back in a daze, feeling as if a part of his heart had been ripped out.
She no longer cared about his trust.
Patrick was still standing upright, but his eyes were blank. He thought, 'Since when did she change?
Why do I feel that she is so far away when she is right beside me?
Moon Goddess, can you tell me why?'
"You hurt our mate. You broke her heart," Leo growled in anxiety.
Patrick had always been indifferent but now looked anxious.
He never thought that Gloria, who had always been around him and always been there for him, would leave him one day.
He thought, 'Moon Goddess, please shed some light on me. What am I supposed to do with her?' Patrick had a terrible headache.
There was a man and a woman in the bedroom. One of them lay on the bed with her back to the man as if she didn't care about him at all, but the woman's face was covered with tears.
The other stood beside the bed, gawking at the back of the woman on the bed, panicking.
The side of the bed suddenly sank. Gloria felt that Patrick was approaching her from behind. The first thing she did was wipe her tears away.
She would never let him see these damned tears!
Patrick suddenly pressed down on her and looked from above. She quickly covered her face, but he pushed her arms away.
"Don't touch me," Gloria refused him, flustered.
Patrick thought, 'Does she hate to see me this much?' His eyes flashed with an imperceptible pain.
Patrick was anxious. He suddenly grabbed Gloria's wrists with both hands domineeringly and pulled her arms down. "Gloria, look at me!" he said sternly.
Before he could finish his words, he was stunned.
Gloria looked away in embarrassment and turned her head to the side.
"You..." He stared at the woman under him. Looking at her wet eyelashes and moist eyes, he felt somehow distressed and also a trace of joy at the same time. He asked tentatively, "You cried?"
He thought, 'Does this mean that though she looks indifferent, she cares about me deep down?' He could not resist such a crazy thought.
He was holding her wrist and he felt a warm current spread through his body.
"It's not because of you. " Gloria bit her lip.
She wanted to tell Patrick loudly that her tears were not for him.
Yet she didn't want to say it in a choked voice. Right now, she didn't want to show the white feather.
A smile appeared on Patrick's handsome face. He suddenly lowered his head and quickly pecked her lips. He whispered, "Gloria."
He wasn't satisfied. He lowered his head and kissed her again. "Gloria."
Every time he kissed her, he would call her name. His voice was filled with uncontrollable joy.
Gloria was in a trance. She thought, 'Should I believe him?
No! I have given Patrick every chance, but my faith in him has always been followed by disappointment.'
At the thought of that, she pushed the man on top of her away and said deliberately, "Mr. Hammond, do you want to have sex with me?"
Patrick's delighted smile froze. He looked at the woman beneath him in disbelief and thought, 'What did she say?'
"Mr. Hammond, you should know that I'm a convicted murderer who went to werewolf prison. No one can change that. My relationship with you is like that of a prostitute and her customer." With that, she reached out, pulled back the quilt, and loosened her nightgown.
She wrapped her arms around Patrick's neck flirtatiously.
Gloria was more seductive than usual at the moment.
However, Patrick, who was on top of her, stood up and avoided her arms.
Gloria sat up in bed and approached him enchantingly, smiling and saying, "Don't you want me, Mr. Hammond?"