"Patrick!" Gloria pushed Patrick away, and the quilt fell to the ground.
She glared at Patrick's lower body under the pajamas and shouted, "What are you doing?"
"Gloria, I couldn't bear it," Patrick said with a flushed face.
Looking at his innocent face, Gloria was even more furious.
With a cold face, she got out of bed without saying a word. She ignored Patrick and went to the bathroom.
She scolded herself inwardly as she walked, 'I was such an idiot. How could I allow Patrick to sleep on the bed?'
When Gloria thought of what had just happened, she kept wiping her hand against her pajamas, until her skin was rubbed red.
After washing up, she returned to the room.
But Patrick was still there. "Why are you still here?"
Patrick stared at her with his innocent eyes. He leaned against the wall at a loss and panted slightly. "I feel hot, Gloria. I couldn't bear it."
Gloria clenched her fists. She knew why he was feeling hot.
Last night, she treated him like a child and let him sleep beside her without a second thought. Now, she regretted it so much.
"Go to the bathroom," she said coldly.
Patrick nodded sweetly and went to the bathroom.
After that, Gloria tried to ignore him.
Fifteen minutes passed. Patrick still didn't come out of the bathroom.
She was getting impatient. Then, she went to the bathroom.
Gloria knocked on the door and asked, "Patrick, are you okay?"
There was no response from inside.
She frowned slightly and asked loudly, "Patrick?"
There was no sound inside.
However, the next second, a loud noise rang out.
Gloria's heart skipped a beat, and she shouted, "Patrick!" Without thinking much, she opened the door and barged in.
Seeing the scene inside, she was stunned. "What are you doing?"
Patrick fell to the ground, and he was under the shower head. Gloria touched it and found that it was cold water.
"What are you doing? It's so cold now, but you are taking a cold shower early in the morning. Are you trying to get sick again?"
Gloria switched it off madly. "Patrick, I'm tired. Can you stop making trouble for me?"
Her energy was drained over this long period. She had to deal with the mess that her father left for her, and after a day of busy work, she still had to take care of Patrick, who had a memory loss. But she had never complained about it.
However, the moment she saw Patrick take a cold shower early in the morning, the emotions she had suppressed over the past few days burst out.
"What are you doing? Do you know I have to handle the mess every day and deal with people that I don't like? I have no time at all, and I don't dare to waste any time. When I get home, I can't relax because I still have to face you. Do you know taking care of you is very tiring?" Gloria shouted, and Patrick was stunned.
She knew that she should not show her worries in front of him. She should not have vented on Patrick.
However, she thought he was doing it on purpose, so she could not help it anymore. Once she let out her emotions, it would be hard to suppress them anymore.
Gloria shouted with all her strength. Then, she sat on the ground and leaned against the wall tiredly, looking like a soulless puppet. She reached out her trembling hand and covered her eyes in depression.
She had to admit that she was on the verge of collapse.
Her usual calmness was just fake.
"Patrick," Gloria covered her eyes as if she had hidden her pain. "I would rather be the one who lost the memories."
She hoped there would be a reset button. As long as she pressed it, her life could restart all over again.
"Gloria, don't cry. It's my fault. I was wrong." Patrick panicked.
Gloria closed her eyes, her tears streaming down. She was tired of Patrick. She also hated Alger, who drained the company's capital and made the Carter Group an empty shell.
She was forced to face everything.
She had endured it for so long. She never thought that she would collapse on such an ordinary morning.
"Gloria, I was wrong." Patrick was flustered and did not know what to do. He could only hold Gloria tightly.
Gloria's lips curved into a mocking smile. Patrick called her as if he was calling the love of his life.
"Let go of me." After a long time, she pushed Patrick away gently and left his warm embrace. "Patrick, don't take cold showers again."
Gloria told Patrick as if nothing had happened. Only she knew that she still had undone businesses.
That was the reason why she couldn't collapse.
"I didn't do it on purpose. I feel hot and uncomfortable, "Patrick said in embarrassment. Gloria could smell the pleasant fragrance of him.
Gloria was stunned. Just now, she ignored one thing. She stared at Patrick blankly and thought, 'So, he even forgot about how to vent his desire?'
She looked up at Patrick. His face was red, his eyes wet, and he seemed to be suffering.
"Wait a minute." Gloria ran out and took the phone from the bedside table. She didn't know how to explain it to Patrick and would like to ask for help.
"Gloria, why do you have to call me this early?" Stewart said in a bad mood on the phone. "What's the matter?"
Only then did Gloria realize that she did not know how to explain it to Stewart, either.
Stewart urged impatiently, "Say something."
"It's nothing." Gloria hung up the phone hurriedly.
She went back to the bathroom. Patrick was still staring at her with his wet eyes.
Gloria gritted her teeth and walked over. She braced herself and reached out her hand.
"Okay. Let me show you. Just do it like this and you'll feel better." Gloria gave Patrick a demonstration with a red face, and Patrick moaned uncontrollably.
After that, she left the bathroom with a cold expression, but her ears were red.