Chapter 165 Patricia, Let's Remarry
Patricia bit her lower lip tightly, still unable to completely snap out of the daze from their recent kiss.
Martin's gaze subtly swept over Patricia, recalling the image of her under an umbrella with Hunter, his heart stung painfully. He tilted his head and gave Carter a meaningful look without making a sound.
Carter looked at him in confusion.
Before Carter could decipher the meaning, Martin suddenly pushed both him and Hunter away, claiming Patricia by pinning her against the wall and kissing her fiercely, biting her lip punishingly.
He thought he was dreaming before.
But this time, he was wide awake.
He wanted to show Hunter that Patricia belonged to him, and no one else could take her away.
Patricia flinched from the pain on her lips, inhaling sharply. This time, her response was swift; her hands pressed against his chest, trying hard to push him off.
But Martin was immovable, like a fortress. His tongue skillfully pried open her teeth, swept into her mouth, and entwined with her tongue.
"Mmm…"
A tingling sensation shot through her spine like lightning, and Patricia moaned uncomfortably, startled by this sudden surge of pleasure.
Feeling her resistance waning, Martin did not press his advantage but instead withdrew at the right moment, shifting his lips to her neck. His warm breath on her delicate skin stimulated her sensitive nerves, causing her heart to flutter chaotically.
Hunter watched everything, half of his figure hidden in the dim light, his eyes dark and foreboding, his face dauntingly cold.
Martin enveloped Patricia securely in his arms, his lips whispering her name over and over.
"Patricia…"
"Patricia…"
Patricia felt both embarrassed and annoyed.
Embarrassment because he kept kissing her.
Annoyed because she shamefully responded to his kisses.
"Martin, you..."
Patricia wanted to snap at him, but her voice came out tender and flirtatious, like a woman drowning in the throes of love.
Her own voice frightened her, and she immediately shut her mouth, daring not to make another sound.
Carter noticed her transformation and quickly pulled Martin away from her, apologizing sincerely, "Patricia, I'm sorry, Martin is drunk. Don't be mad at him."
Then, turning to Hunter, he said, "Mr. Miller, I apologize, I have something to deal with today and can't entertain you further! It's getting late; you should head back. Patricia and I will take Martin home."
"I..." Hunter, just about to offer his help, hadn't even finished speaking when Carter, sensing his intention, interrupted him, "Don't worry, I'm here. Nothing will go wrong. Besides, Martin is a bit of a clean freak. Without his permission, I wouldn't dare take anyone to his house."
Hunter glanced at Ryan, who had collapsed on the couch. "What about him...?"
Carter replied, "His assistant is already on the way. Let him rest here by himself for a while."
Hunter, confused, replied, "If that's the case, then I'll be leaving first."
"Take care!" Carter maintained a polite yet distant smile.
Approaching Patricia, Hunter affectionately patted her shoulder, "Call me when you get home to let me know you're safe! And call me anytime if you need anything."
Patricia, feeling the gesture overly intimate which made her slightly uncomfortable, did not say much and nodded, "Okay! Be careful on the way home and send me a message when you arrive."
"Sure!" Hunter smiled tenderly, nodded courteously to Carter, and left the private room.
Having observed the interaction, Carter gave Martin a meaningful look and whispered in his ear, "It seems you have a formidable rival in Mr. Miller."
Martin was puzzled.
Carter stopped teasing him and said to Patricia, "Let's take Martin home first!"
"Okay!" Patricia nodded, struggling to support Martin's other arm as they walked out.
In order to lighten her load, Martin leaned as much of his weight as possible onto Carter.
Carter raised an eyebrow in question.
Patricia inquired, "What’s wrong with Martin? Why did he drink so much?"
Carter, who would not tell the truth, lied smoothly, "I'm not sure. When we arrived, he just kept urging me and Ryan to drink. You know how stubborn Martin can be. If he doesn’t want to share something, he wouldn't say a word even under threat."
That was, ironically, very true. Martin was known for his difficult temperament. If he didn’t want to speak, no one could make him.
Patricia did not pursue the matter any further.
Together, they managed to get Martin into the car, with Carter driving, while Patricia sat in the backseat beside Martin to take care of him.
Martin adjusted his position and deliberately rested his head on Patricia's lap.
Carter caught a glimpse of him in the rearview mirror, suppressed a laugh, and focused on the road ahead.
After much effort, they finally arrived at Martin’s bedroom in the Ellenstein Villa District.
Carter was drenched in sweat, his hands fumbling with the buttons of his clothes as he said, "Patricia, please take good care of Martin for me. I need to go back and see Ryan. I'm not even sure if his assistant has arrived yet."
Patricia initially wanted to decline, but then she remembered how Martin had saved her time and again. The words of refusal on the tip of her tongue were swallowed back, and she nodded in agreement.
Carter left.
Patricia fetched a basin of hot water from the bathroom and carefully wiped Martin's face and hands, then removed his coat and tucked him under the covers.
After completing a series of tasks, she was completely exhausted, panting as she sat down to rest by the bed.
Then, suddenly, her mobile phone rang from her pocket.
It was Hunter calling.
She answered, placing the phone to her ear, "Hunter, have you gotten home?"
"Yep! What about you? Where are you now? Did you take Martin home? Is it convenient for you to get back, or should I come pick you up?"
Patricia declined, "There's no need, it's so late, and the roads are slick with snow. I can get back on my own!"
Hunter asked anxiously, "He lives halfway up the mountainside, how will you get back?"
Patricia replied, "He has cars here; I'll just drive one back and return it to him tomorrow."
"Hmm..." Hunter paused for a moment before saying, "Alright then! Be careful and call me to let me know you're safe once you get home."
His voice was subdued and deep, betraying his sour mood.
Patricia felt a tightness in her heart, a touch of guilt as she said, "I'm sorry, something always comes up when we have dinner. Next time, no matter what happens, I won't leave. I'll make sure to finish the meal with you."
Hearing her words, Hunter's mood seemed to lift instantly, "Is it just a meal that I'm missing?"
Grasping the implication in his words, Patricia's breath caught sharply. For a moment, she was so nervous she didn't know how to respond.
The silence was so deafening you could even hear a pin drop.
Their conversation was crystal clear, every word could be heard by Martin.
In the air, a suffocating chill began to spread.
Martin clenched his molars and bawled his hands into fists, his hawk-like dark eyes fiercely fixed on her.
Sensing her restraint, Hunter laughed off the awkwardness, "Okay, I won't keep you any longer. Hurry home. Don't worry me."
"Sure, you..." Patricia began, but before she could finish, her wrist was suddenly gripped and yanked, causing her to lose her balance and fall onto the bed, her phone clattering to the floor.
Startled, Patricia had no time to react before a dark silhouette swiftly bore down on her.
Martin's handsome face was flushed abnormally, as he loomed over Patricia, his eyes bloodshot like an enraged lion, cold fury rolling in them.
"Is it so hard to part with him? Hm?"
His gaze was dangerously predatory, as if he could devour her at any moment. Patricia didn't dare speak, afraid to the point of wanting to flee, desperately trying to break free.
Believing her to be guilty, a surge of fury rushed to Martin's chest, burning away the last traces of his reason. His large hand gripped her chin, forcefully sealing her lips with his kiss.
The force of the kiss was overwhelming, offering Patricia no chance to escape.
"Patricia, what's wrong? Patricia..." Hunter's anxious voice came through the dropped phone.
His endearing way of addressing her only drove Martin further into a frenzy, like a wild beast ready to devour her whole. His rough palms roamed her delicate skin recklessly, as if to mold her into his being, to become a part of him forever.
Patricia could distinctly feel the rage behind his movements but did not understand why. Her lips were blocked, and she couldn't speak; an unknown fear shook her ceaselessly.
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