As time ticked by, Patrick told himself that he could wait.
He could spend the rest of his life with Gloria, as long as she said she loved him.
"Say you love me." He was getting tougher.
Gloria remained silent.
Patrick felt a burning pain in his heart. He seemed to have lost something important.
Something more important than his life.
"Is it that difficult?" He asked with a cold smile. Behind his tough attitude, there was a hidden plea.
Gloria did not notice it. In the past, she could say those words happily a thousand times, but now, she felt it was hard to do so.
Patrick stared at her, and no one could tell what he was thinking. He was in despair at first, but now he was losing his mind.
He believed that she would forgive him.
He bent down, pressed his arms beside her, and kissed her passionately.
Gloria knew that a storm was coming.
A slap sounded.
"Bastard!" Gloria said in a hoarse and angry voice.
Patrick was forced to turn his head. He rested it on her shoulder. They were so close to each other.
Patrick's lips curled into a faint smile. "Yes, I am a bastard. So, Gloria, stop resisting. It's pointless."
He leaned against Gloria. Her eyes welled up with tears, and she said in a hoarse voice, "I hate you."
Patrick printed his lips on hers to stop her unfinished words.
Suddenly, Gloria felt a burst of tearing pain.
She could not speak, her eyes filled with hatred and fear.
When Patrick's eyes met hers, his heart suddenly ached. He reached out and covered them since he didn't want her to stare at him in this way.
He could finally show the sadness in his eyes without hiding it. Anyway, Gloria's eyes were covered, and she could see nothing.
He hurt her, and he was also in great pain. He asked with despair, 'I missed it once. Does that mean I will never have a second chance?
Gloria, you are so cruel.'
The room was filled with lust, and they had sex. Although they were doing the most intimate things, their hearts were not close.
Patrick had been eager to have sex with Gloria for the past three years. Unexpectedly, he felt like he was suffocating at the same time.
His body felt the pleasure, but his heart ached.
He listened carefully to every tiny sound Gloria made. Every time her voice rang out, he felt more pain.
He said in his heart, 'I'm sorry, Gloria. I didn't want to hurt you. Don't run away from me. Just stay by my side. I'll be nice to you and give you whatever you want.'
Patrick knew that he was shameless. He was having both physical pleasure and heartache.
It was such a torment and he was about to lose it.
After a long time, Patrick got up. Gloria lay on the bed in a daze like a soulless puppet. She looked at Patrick's muscular chest and watched him dress elegantly. It was as if what they had done just now was only an absurd show.
She felt like a call girl again and her customer just had fun.
Gloria lifted her finger, only to find that she was exhausted.
"You are such a bastard." Her eyes were lifeless as she stared at Patrick.
Patrick buttoned his collar with his slender fingers. He lowered his head and glanced at Gloria on the bed. "I thought you always knew it."
Finishing buttoning up his shirt, he bent down and propped his palm beside Gloria's face. His handsome face was close to hers. He said slowly in a hoarse and magnetic voice, "So, don't run away anymore, and don't think about refusing me. I am a bastard. Don't try to provoke a bastard."
At that moment, he was like the devil, dangerous and heartless. No one knew that his heart was in so much pain that he almost couldn't bear it.
Patrick didn't have a choice. If he could keep Gloria, he would be the villain and turn into a devil without any complaints.
She would risk her life donating her bone marrow and might die.
He stood up straight and clenched his fists. He would never allow her to do that!
Gloria was silent. Suddenly, her pale lips curled into a weird smile, which made Patrick's heart tremble.
"I'm nothing but a toy for you, right?" She murmured.
Patrick's face turned pale. He tried to be cold to her. "Yes, you are a toy. So, be a good one. Understand?"
After saying such heartless words, Patrick turned around as if he was eager to escape.
The door was closed, and the bedroom returned to silence. It was so quiet that it made people feel desperate.
Patrick strode out, and Hank followed.
Every time he took a step, the sadness in his eyes increased.
If Gloria was a toy, he only wanted her in this life. He thought that he must have lost his mind.
He thought, 'If you and I were the toy and the owner...
Gloria, I am willing to be your toy, as long as you don't leave me again.'
Hank opened the door for Patrick. The moment Patrick got in, his intimidating aura faded. He reached out and rubbed between his eyebrows, only bitterness and exhaustion left on his handsome face.
"Are we going to the office, Alpha Patrick?" Hank asked.
Patrick seemed to have thought of something. "Is there anyone taking care of Gloria?"
"Don't worry. The pack guards just went upstairs. You don't have to worry about Luna's safety," Hank said concisely. He also understood the hidden meaning in Patrick's words.
"Keep an eye on her," Patrick said indifferently. "Don't let her go to the hospital."
To escape from him, Gloria decided to take such a risk.
Patrick gritted his teeth again.
"If Gloria wants to go shopping or go to work, just follow her and don't restrict her. But she is not allowed to go to the hospital," Patrick continued.
"OK, Alpha Patrick," Hank said.
"The thing I asked you to do. How's it going?" Patrick asked.
Hank replied tactfully, "We have contacted them."
He did not continue, but his meaning was clear. The person they contacted was delaying and refusing to cooperate.
"Get several pack guards to invite them to the Black Thorn Villa." Patrick looked at Hank.
Hank was shocked. "Alpha, Patrick, you want to meet them in person?"
Patrick said in the back seat and waved his hand tiredly. "Just do it."
Hank didn't ask more. He passed Patrick's order briefly to the pack guards.
After that, Hank drove back to the Black Thorn Villa.
The iron gate opened automatically. The car went through it and stopped in front of the building.
Kevin was waiting there. "Alpha Patrick, welcome home."
Soon, another black car stopped in front of the villa.
The door opened, and a woman and a little boy got out of the car with gloomy faces.
"I won't go. I want to go back. You don't have the right to force me here!" The woman's face was full of anxiety.
"Alpha Patrick is waiting for you. Please come with me. Don't make him wait for too long. He would like it. And you don't want to know the consequences," Hank said without blinking.
The door of the living room was closed. The woman and a little boy hesitated and wanted to leave.
The little boy pulled his mother's clothes. "Mom, let's go home."
However, it was not up to them. The door was opened, and Kevin came out, looking polite but distant. "Welcome. Alpha Patrick has been waiting for you. Do you want anything to drink? Coffee, or juice?"
"It's OK." The woman declined politely.