"Still trying to get away?" Patrick's magnetic voice was pleasant to hear.
Gloria gritted her teeth. She lowered her eyelids unwillingly to hide the stubbornness in her eyes and said slowly, "What do you want?"
Then she clenched her fists and said in a low voice, "I won't beg you ever again."
"Stubborn," Patrick whispered. His word made Gloria certain that all he wanted was to torture her till she was in despair.
Patrick looked at the woman on the bed and sighed silently. He thought, 'I never want her humbleness or plead.
What I want is the Gloria who loved me more than her life.'
Patrick stuffed her into the quilt and got in as well. He put his arms around her, used his feet to stop her from kicking, and warned her, "You have two choices. You can either go to sleep, or we can do it again. You'll go to sleep when you're exhausted. Which one do you want?"
Gloria was so angry that she kept taking deep breaths. She retorted in a hoarse voice, "Mr. Hammond, remember. You are in the same bed with a murderer!"
Patrick's eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened, and he fixed his bright eyes on Gloria in bed, the lips on his beautiful face drawing a strange smile.
Soon, the sound of Patrick's sleeping breathing rang out. Then, Gloria tried to get out of his arms.
However, his arm around her waist was as hard as iron pliers, holding her tightly, making her unable to move.
It was late at night, and it was getting even quieter. Seeing that her attempts failed, Gloria simply stopped trying. Instead, she looked at him with the most complicated eyes.
Gloria glanced at the bedside table out of the corner of her eye. She could not help but think, 'My letter has stayed with Patrick a lot longer than I have been.
How ironic.
Moon Goddess, you made a mistake while picking my mate. Please let me have a clean break with Patrick as soon as possible.'
With such a thought in mind, Gloria slowly reached out her hand, which was not trapped in Patrick's arm. She slowly leaned against Patrick's slender neck and put her hand around his neck.
She thought, 'If I strangled him, would we both be free?
If so, I can go to Hawaii and fulfill Mica's dream, and I can pay back the life I owe to Mica. Right?'
Her fingers closed little by little, and she became confused.
Suddenly, her body trembled, and the confusion in her eyes faded. She looked at everything in front of her, and her eyes fixated on her hand which was locking Patrick's neck. She thought, 'What the heck am I doing?'
Gloria realized what she was doing. Instantly, her eyes were full of horror, and tears welled up in her eyes.
She was so scared that she suddenly let go. She put her hand over her mouth, pressing down the whimper in her throat.
In the dead of night, only her intermittent sobs could be heard in the dark bedroom.
Gloria buried her head in the pillow. She did not want to see anything at the moment, and her hands were still shaking violently.
She did not realize that her body was as cold as ice, and she was trembling in Patrick's arms.
Patrick opened his eyes and looked at Gloria's head gently. His eyes were filled with grief and tenderness, as was his conflicted heart at the moment.
He closed his eyes and did not spook Gloria, who was beside him.
Yet he wrapped himself more tightly around her body.
Soon, a week had passed.
In the building of Hammond Group. Patrick left the office as soon as it was time to get off work. He quickly picked up the car keys on the desk and hurried to the underground parking lot.
He drove the car out of the parking lot, while he was already eager to go back home.
In the winter dust, the golden sunset covered Pack's Alpha's villa.
The sky darkened quickly, and the road was lit up by two rows of street lights. The black iron gate of the villa looked more solemn than in the summer, yet amid the darkness, the whole villa looked lifeless and dreary.
As the doors were pulled open, his black Bentley, with its headlights on, drove in. On the ground, the fallen leaves were twirling behind the car.
"Alpha Patrick, you're back." Damon stood silently at the entrance as usual and reached out to take the briefcase in Patrick's hand. Patrick took the steaming wet towel, wiped his face hastily, and asked, "Where is she?"
Damon paused for a second when he heard Patrick's low and brief question, yet since he concealed his emotions well, Patrick did not notice his unusual look.
"Miss Carter is in the bedroom," Damon answered.
"She hasn't come downstairs all day?" Patrick was surprised.
"No," Damon said.
Patrick narrowed his eyes. He asked, "She skipped lunch again?"
Damon lowered his eyes and said, "Miss Carter refused to come out, so I had to take her lunch to the bedroom door."
Patrick nodded. His handsome face was tense as he ordered, "Bring dinner to the bedroom door in ten minutes."
After that, he hurriedly went upstairs.
He soon reached the bedroom door, glanced down at the food on the dining cart, and his eyebrows twitched. He thought, 'Gloria refuses to eat again?'
He raised his hand and knocked on the door, but he heard nothing from inside. Yet he was already used to it. Gloria had been like this every day for a week now.
He reached out, grabbed the door handle, and pushed the door open.
When Patrick opened the door, the scene made his heart stop.
His expression suddenly changed, and he shouted anxiously, "Gloria! Come down!"
In the room, Gloria sat on the windowsill, her feet dangling out of the window.
She heard Patrick's voice behind her and looked over her shoulder.
"Gloria, be good. Come down now." Patrick's handsome face showed anxiety.
Gloria glanced back, then turned her head impassively, leaving only the back of her head to Patrick.
With her feet still hanging out of the window, she did not respond to his words.
Patrick approached tentatively.
Since Gloria was sitting on the windowsill and didn't move, Patrick felt better. It seemed that she wasn't trying to jump off.
Patrick wrapped his arms around Gloria's waist tightly, picked her up, and threw her onto the bed. He shouted angrily, "Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?"
Gloria raised her head calmly. Her lips moved as she said, "It was fun."
"Fun?" Patrick was pissed off. He was about to snap.
"Fun? Seriously? Do you know how dangerous it was? You are a werewolf without a wolf. If you fall, unlike other werewolves, you can't recover from such a serious injury. You might die!" he blurted out angrily.
"It was fun," she repeated.
"You..." Patrick was so furious that his whole body ached. He picked her up quickly, put her on his lap, pulled her pants down, and started to spank her.