Patrick felt great satisfaction physically. At that moment, the two climaxed at the same time.
While they were panting, they had physical pleasure, yet their hearts were broken.
"Patrick, I hate you," Gloria said in a hoarse voice.
Patrick's fingertips trembled, but he still reached out to wipe the beads of sweat on her forehead.
There seemed to be something inexplicable hidden behind his deep eyes, which confused Gloria. Yet when she looked into his eyes, the familiar pain came from her numb, senseless heart.
Three years ago, a casual gaze from him would give her heartache. She naively thought that he was the mate chosen by the Moon Goddess for her and that they were bound to love each other. She had no idea that he would make her go through such pain.
Patrick stroked her forehead, trying to wipe off her sweat.
"Don't touch me." Gloria patted Patrick's hand off and stared at him, who was on top of her, with cold eyes. "Mr. Hammond, I hate you. And I will hate you for the rest of my life. Even if one day I forget who I am and what my name is, the only thing I will not forget is that I hate you."
She looked straight into Patrick's eyes and said, "Gloria hates Patrick!"
Patrick's pupils contracted violently. He wanted to press his chest because his heartache was killing him.
Being intimate with his mate did not comfort his wolf. Gloria's words made Leo let out a painful howl.
For a second, Patrick could not sense anything.
He thought, 'My choice has never changed.
I will never let go. If Gloria wants to hate me, so, be it.
Hate lasts longer than love. In such a way, Gloria will remember me forever.'
"You said before that you loved me. Even if you don't remember who you are one day, you will never forget that you love Patrick. Gloria, that's what you said." Patrick lowered his head, his voice a little sad.
He thought, 'You said you would love me forever. How can you back out?'
"I don't remember," Gloria replied.
Patrick felt that someone had snatched his heart away. He had never been so miserable.
Even when he learned that she wanted to run away from him, he was not this sad.
Patrick reached out and slowly placed his slender fingers on her chin. Then he ran his fingers through her mouth, nose, and eventually, her eyes. He covered her eyes because he couldn't look her in the eye.
"I don't care," he said in a low voice. "Gloria, what makes you think that you are qualified to say you hate me? What makes you think that I even care?"
His words, like a sharp blade, pierced through her heart, but he had no other choice.
"Gloria, I have rejected you before. Now your body is the only thing I'm interested in. No one gives a damn about what you think. You have to accept it as long as I want you." Patrick grinned, and there was sadness in his smile.
Gloria felt her heart twitch as she heard Patrick's unrelenting words. Her eyes were covered by his big hand, so she could not see the pain and hatred in his eyes.
Patrick suddenly rolled out of bed, bent over, and picked Gloria horizontally.
Gloria screamed in fear, "Patrick! What do you want now? Put me down!"
Patrick didn't say anything. He took her in his arms, strode into the bathroom, and then threw her into the bathtub. His movements were not gentle, but he did not hurt her either.
"It's too late to back out." He threw her into the bathtub. Then he stared at her with a sneering smile and said, "In this hunt, I am the hunter, and you are the prey. I call the shots."
He thought, 'Since nothing that happened in the past can be changed, I might as well let her hate me for the rest of her life.
It is a blessing for me to have Gloria hate me wholeheartedly.'
He swore to the Moon Goddess that Gloria could never get rid of him. He was determined to tangle with Gloria till the end.
Gloria's face was pale. She thought, 'He is right. Facing him, I'm nothing.'
Patrick crouched down and held out his hand to Gloria. Gloria tried to dodge but was grabbed by him since he would not allow her to escape at all. "For more than twenty years of my life, I always get what I want."
He pulled harder and Gloria gasped in pain. She looked up and stared at him with stubborn eyes.
A five-finger mark appeared on her calf, thanks to Patrick.
"I told you, didn't I? Be good, so you'll suffer less," Patrick said next to her ear softly, his voice like a demon's whisper. "Don't worry. You'll recover faster with me by your side."
"I hate you!" Gloria had repeated such words countless times today.
"Whatever," Patrick responded coldly. Then he turned on the water tab neatly and washed her all over.
"I can manage." Gloria struggled.
She reached for the towel in Patrick's hand.
Patrick nimbly avoided her hand and washed her clean as fast as he could.
Then, with one hand, he took a bath towel from the shelf next to her and wrapped it around her. After that, he picked her up with the towel, carried her to bed, and threw her on the bed.
Gloria got out of bed at once and hastily strode towards the bedroom door.
Hope was right in front of her. It was so close. However, her body was suddenly in midair, and a big hand was on her waist.
Gloria's face was ghastly pale, and she bit Patrick's shoulder ferociously.
"Patrick! You're crazy!" she screamed, and her hoarse voice made it more jarring.
She bit his shoulder fiercely, and his blood dyed her lips.
Gloria felt her world spin, and she was thrown onto the bed again. Patrick's face was right in front of her.
He stood by the bed, looked down at her, and said, "Go to sleep."
The stubbornness in Gloria's eyes did not diminish. She quickly got up and rolled to the bedside, trying to escape again.
Patrick stood by the bed and did not stop her.
Gloria's waist and legs ached, but she still tried her best to pick up her pace and walk to the bedroom door.
However, the same thing happened again. Just as her hand was about to touch the door, Patrick lifted her on his shoulders.
This time, she bit him and kicked him at the same time. Unfortunately, she was no match for him.
She was thrown into bed again, and Patrick still stood by the bed and looked down at her.
He repeated, "Sleep, now."
She didn't give up, but the ending never changed. He grabbed her and tossed her into bed again and again.