Chapter 137 Stay away from Martin.
Seeing her silent, Gavin grew angrier, his words biting like saw blades,
“If you don’t come back, I'll destroy all of your mother’s keepsakes." He threatened.
Thinking of the keepsakes she treasured in her room, a sharp pain clutched Patricia’s heart as she warned through clenched teeth,
“Those are my mother's things, dare to touch them and see what happens!”
Gavin laughed mockingly, "You think I wouldn’t dare! You have one hour. If you don't show up, you’ll never see those things again."
Without waiting for Patricia’s reply, he hung up abruptly. Patricia trembled with rage. Those were the last mementoes of her mother. After her mother's suicide, her father wanted to destroy all her belongings.
Patricia had struggled fiercely to save half, locking them carefully in her room. Before her coerced marriage to Martin—standing in for Debbie who fled on the eve of the wedding—she hadn’t taken those mementoes, unsure how long the marriage would last.
Later, she got pregnant, Debbie returned, and one thing led to another, never granting her a chance to return and retrieve her mother's keepsakes.
Now, they had become her father's leverage to manipulate her. Lost in thought, Patricia was completely unaware of Martin's gaze which now fixed upon her, until a deep, mellow voice sounded close to her ear,
"If you don’t want to go back, you don’t have to. I'll retrieve your mother's keepsakes for you."
Startled by the sudden suggestion, Patricia snapped back to reality to find herself, like a pliant kitten, nestled in Martin’s embrace, his arms firmly encircling her slender waist while their legs intertwined beneath the blankets.
Their body temperatures and breath mingled until they were indistinguishable from one another.
Blinking in disbelief and then blinking again as the confusion passed, like a startled deer, she sprang from Martin's embrace, her feet scrambling backward in retreat.
“You… you… I… I…,” she stuttered incomprehensibly, before her foot missed its mark and she toppled off the bed.
“Ah…” Her scream of fear was met with strong arms that snatched her waist and gently pulled, guiding her backward fall into a familiar embrace.
Patricia was petrified, her heart pounding wildly. The woman’s tender body in his arms put Martin in a very good mood. He couldn’t resist teasing her,
“Laying in my arms, feels safer, doesn’t it? Should I offer you VIP access?”
Snapping back to her senses, Patricia held back the impulse to hit him and wriggled out of his embrace, jumping off the bed and feigning calm whilst tidying her hair and clothes, attempting nonchalance as she asked,
“Why am I in your bed?”
Martin, leaning casually back with a smile brimming across his face, hands propped on the bed, eyes warm as if dripping with affection, replied,
“Someone got caught in the rain in late autumn, running a high fever at midnight, lucidly cold, clinging to me. I had no choice but to serve as a personal heater.”
He sighed dramatically, “Ah, what a pity! After she’s recovered, not only does she lack gratitude but even bites the hand that feeds. It's tough to be a good man…”
Patricia was at a loss. She had a fever last night? Clinging to him? Did that happen? She couldn’t remember. Martin loved seeing her baffled, continuing his playful teasing,
“Well, I’m rather magnanimous, so I'll forgive you this time. After all, you are the mother of my children.”
'His children’s mother?’ Patricia’s expression twitched awkwardly as the phrase sounded strangely off.
Martin’s heart was about to melt just watching her reaction, standing up and casually checking her forehead’s temperature to confirm she wasn’t feverish, then chuckling,
“Alright, I won't tease you anymore! I heard what your dad said just now; he wants you to go back home because of Debbie. You don't have to go back, I'll deal with it for you.”
Patricia shook her head, resolute, “No need, this is a Watson family matter, to be resolved by the Watson family.”
As she spoke, Martin’s expression darkened, “Are you saying I’m an outsider?”
Patricia looked at him, undaunted by his challenge, as she asked somewhat sarcastically.
“Aren’t you? We're divorced. You and Debbie have canceled your engagement. You have no connection to the Watson family now, aren't you an outsider?”
This matter originally had nothing to do with Martin. She shouldn’t involve him further. Otherwise, Samuel would exploit this incident again.
If she ever encountered another crisis, she must solve it on her own, without relying on Martin. Otherwise, she wouldn’t want to become someone who could only rely on him. What if one day he wasn't around? What would she do then?
A fire seemed to ignite suddenly in Martin’s chest, his fury now peaking and good mood vanishing in a flash.
“Fine, if that’s how you see it, why should I bother? Do it your way, but don’t end up like you did last night,” he said before furiously slamming the door behind him, unleashing all his rage on the door, the entire house seeming to shake.
Feeling exhaustion in her body and soul, Patricia dropped onto the bed, her mind weary from recent events, her temples throbbing with pain.
Time was not on her side for idle thoughts; she quickly dressed herself and drove to the Watson residence. In the garage, she unexpectedly ran into Dr. Hayes leaving.
Seeing she was no longer feverish, Dr. Hayes smiled,
"Madam, although you're not feverish now, you still need to keep warm these next few days or you'll risk relapsing. If possible, drink ginger tea, it's great for keeping the cold at bay." He gently advised.
Patricia nodded in acknowledgment, "I understand, thank you, Dr. Hayes."
Dr. Hayes nodded approvingly and chuckled, "Mr. Langley really cares for you deeply, I think. He stayed by your bedside all night, never leaving your side. It’s truly enviable."
“He..." Patricia incredulously murmured, "He stayed by my side the whole time?"
Dr. Hayes confirmed, "Yes! You should have seen how worried he was yesterday. Although your life wasn't in danger, he was so anxious he insisted I stay overnight.”
“In all these years, apart from Randy, I've never seen him so concerned over anyone. I’m so happy to see Mr. Langley find the woman he loves." He concluded.
Dr. Hayes's words left Patricia utterly stunned, unable to snap out of it for a long while. Martin worried for her. Was that real or an act? If true, were her recent words to him overly harsh? Should she apologize?
Her thoughts were heavy, Patricia got in the car, driving out of the garage. It was a weekend, meaning heavy traffic. It took her an hour and a half to reach the Watson family home.
Arriving at the door, she was greeted by a flying ashtray aimed at her head.
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