When Derrick took out the cigarette case, he took out a lighter as well. Gloria grabbed both the cigarette and the lighter.
Derrick was stunned. "What are you doing?"
Gloria dodged him, lit the cigarette, took a puff of smoke, and exhaled a white mist. Then she looked at him and said, "Mr. Fisher, see? What do you really know about me? You don't even know that I smoke, and you just assume that the woman standing in front of you is not a gold digger?"
Gloria glanced at the panic-stricken Derrick mockingly, her expression was magnified in the white smoke.
Right now, the expression on Gloria's face made her look like a gold digger who despised a poor boy.
"Go away," Gloria's eyes turned cold, and she deliberately said with disdain.
She flicked the ash off, but her movement was very rusty, and she almost dropped the cigarette butt.
Yet at this moment, Derrick's attention was on Gloria's face.
Derrick never expected to see such a scene. What surprised him was not that Gloria could smoke, but she acted like all the women he had ever met who only loved his money.
The woman standing in front of him now was so similar to those women that he could not tell the difference at all.
Derrick was in a trance. Yet when he saw her turning and walking away resolutely, he still said, "I don't believe it! Gloria, don't try to fool me again!"
He reached out, grabbed Gloria, and kissed her lips eagerly. The moment he kissed her, he felt a long-lost sense of satisfaction.
Gloria was shocked, and stomped on his foot.
She screamed, "Let go!"
"Gloria, I won't let go this time no matter what. If Patrick hadn't stood in the way, we could have been together. I want you to be my mate." Derrick was so caught up in the excitement that he didn't notice the punch coming from behind him.
"Is that so? If you want her to be your mate, you need my permission first," Patrick said in a cold voice. In the next second, he punched Derrick with his heavy fist.
Sean pulled Stewart, who was about to go forward to help Patrick. "Don't! Patrick can manage."
Sean recalled the scene he had just seen and said rationally, "Patrick is furious about what Derrick has just said."
Derrick's head was bleeding instantly. Gloria's eyes widened in shock. Then, Patrick grabbed her hand tightly.
Gloria lowered her head to look at her wrist, which was hurting from being clutched by Patrick, and said softly, "Mr. Hammond, what are you doing?"
Patrick clenched his other hand into a fist. He tried his best to restrain his strength, as Gloria could not withstand his strength now. He said, "Gloria, what do you think I can do?"
Patrick's voice was so soft that it even sounded a little strange. There seemed to be a very dangerous light in his eyes as he stared at Gloria. "Tell me, what are you going to do? Do you plan to run away with Derrick?"
Gloria's face turned pale. She retorted, "Nonsense!"
She refused to shed another tear in front of him and turned to look at Derrick. She gritted her teeth and shouted, "Mr. Fisher!"
She wanted to prove herself. She didn't want to be wronged by Patrick again and again.
When Derrick heard Gloria call his name, he had already figured that she wanted him to help her prove the point.
He was a little hesitant. Unable to resist his longing for her, he said, "Patrick, Gloria is afraid of you, but I am not. You don't want her to be your mate, but you trap her and refuse to let go of her. You are so selfish."
Gloria's face went ghastly pale as Derrick's words came out.
She stared at Derrick in disbelief.
Patrick was about to go crazy from rage.
Derrick's words only made things worse. Patrick was already so jealous that he was about to lose it, and now Derrick's words provoked him further.
Sean was shocked at Derrick's words. He could not help but mutter, "Oh, no. Patrick is about to snap."
Patrick locked his deep eyes on Gloria and thought, 'Why is she still looking at Derrick?'
He stared at Gloria's red, swollen lips and messy hair and wondered, 'Did they kiss so intensely? Even her hair is messy.'
Patrick felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat. He was madly jealous.
His eyes were filled with venom as he stared at Gloria and said, "Gloria, you really pissed me off."
There was only one thing on his mind. He thought, 'The Moon Goddess picked you as my mate. So, you will be stuck with me for the rest of your life.'
Gloria stared at Patrick's terrifying expression for a while and then suddenly smiled, "Patrick, you are still the same." Her smile carried a heartbroken relief. She thought, 'How could I have been so wrong to think that you would change? You never believe me. Each time, you choose not to trust me.'
She was sick of all this. She looked at Patrick with watery eyes and said, "So? Alpha Patrick, can you give us the green light?"
Patrick's body tensed up. He thought, 'Did she just admit it?'
Every bone in his body seemed to be aching from his jealousy, and the chill in his eyes grew deeper. He had to try his best not to shift here. Leo's angry voice echoed in his head, which he tried to suppress.
"Gloria, how can you still be so naïve after you spent three years in the werewolf prison?" Patrick's voice was as cold as ice.
Gloria looked at Patrick with a smile, trying to ignore the tearing pain in her heart, and chuckled. "Mr. Hammond, you're right. I'll never forget it as long as I live. Don't worry."
Derrick grabbed Gloria's hand, glared fiercely at Patrick, and said, "I am not leaving here today without Gloria!"
"Feel free to give it a go, and see if you can successfully take away the person I don't want to let go." Patrick stared at Derrick's hand that was grabbing Gloria, finding Derrick's hand an eyesore.
"This asshole dares to covet our mate, we should teach him a lesson now!" Leo roared.
Patrick punched Derrick, yet the latter dodged. The two scuffled and grappled with each other.
"I haven't fought for a long time. Count me in!" Stewart's eyes lit up as he jumped up to join the battle.
Sean covered his forehead helplessly and thought, 'Stewart really enjoys stirring up trouble.
Now that Stewart has joined them, I have no reason to stand aside.'
Sean and Stewart stalled Derrick, and Patrick pulled Gloria out of the fight neatly. He bent down, carried Gloria on his shoulder, turned to Sean and Stewart, and said, "I'll leave the rest to you."
Sean peeked at Patrick, who left in a carefree manner, and then couldn't help but curse, "Fuck! Patrick, you bastard!"
Then, Patrick stuffed her into the car.
"Where are you taking me?" Looking at the view outside the window, Gloria felt that something was wrong, and she asked hastily.
Patrick focused on the road and didn't answer her question.
She reached out to pull the car door in a panic and shouted, "Open the door! Patrick, I want to get off!"