Chapter 166 Martin Pleads Quietly for Reconciliation
With a strong yank, Martin tore open the fragile zipper of Patricia’s down jacket. The base layer was pushed up, exposing her soft, smooth skin to the cool air.
The sudden chill covered Patricia with goosebumps, snapping her back to reality. Her fleeting sense of reason rushed back, and she became livid, struggling fiercely, "Martin, let me go, you jerk!"
Martin restrained her arms with the clothes, his gaze unblinking and filled with an intense anger.
"This is your punishment for deceiving me."
Confusion washed over Patricia. When had she ever deceived him?
Before she could ask for clarification, Martin's head descended again, forcefully locking her lips with his own, suffocating her with his brutal kiss.
Martin's tongue swept through her mouth, greedily claiming every breath that belonged to her.
Despite Patricia's desperate attempts to push him away, she couldn't move him an inch. Her struggles left her gasping for air, her skin flushed, and an involuntarily moan escaped her sealed lips.
Her alluring body, delicate voice, and the scent of alcohol mixed with the lascivious haze ignited Martin’s desire completely.
Ignoring Patricia's struggles, he forcefully pinned her beneath him, taking her entirely for himself.
Their commotion was transmitted through the phone, heard by Hunter.
The next day, close to noon, Patricia slowly came to her senses.
Her body ached all over, as if she had been crushed by a vehicle, even breathing was laborious.
Staring blankly at the ceiling, Patricia's mind momentarily shut down.
Suddenly, Martin's gentle voice resonated beside her, "You're awake? Are you hungry? I had the kitchen prepare chicken soup for you. Get up and have some."
His voice slowly brought her back to reality.
The passionate scenes from the previous night played in her mind like segments of a movie.
Last night, he had forced himself on her.
Ignoring her struggles, pleas, screams, and cries, he violated her.
Recalling the madness and brutality of previous night, a burning blush of shame spread across her cheeks, and an overwhelming fury surged within her chest. She struggled to sit up, but the pain caught her off guard, making her gasp sharply.
Martin immediately placed the chicken soup on the bedside table, bent down to help her up, and considerately propped a pillow behind her back.
Once she was comfortably seated, Martin picked up the chicken soup again, spooned some out, blew on it gently, and brought it to Patricia's lips, saying, "I've drawn a bath for you. Have some chicken soup and then soak in a warm bath. It will make you feel better."
Watching him act as if nothing were wrong, the rage inside Patricia flared rapidly, burning red in her eyes. With a swift motion, she knocked the bowl and spoon from his hand.
With a loud crash, chicken soup splattered all over the floor.
The porcelain bowl and spoon shattered into pieces.
Martin finally sensed her anger, and a rare shade of guilt appeared on his face.
"I'm sorry, I was... I was too angry last night and lost control of my emotions. I hurt you, and for that, I apologize. Please don't be mad at me, okay?" His tone was almost pleading.
For the first time, the ever arrogant Martin spoke humbly to someone.
Despite the discomfort in her body, Patricia fought the discomfort to get out of bed. Her attempt left her weak, her feet touching the cold floor.
With a quick movement, Martin scooped her up from the ground.
Patricia growled with anger, "Let me go!"
When she spoke, her voice was hoarse, startling her.
Gently placing her back on the bed, Martin sincerely repented, "I know you are very angry, but please, don't neglect your health. Let me apply some medication for you, okay?"
How could Patricia possibly let him touch her again? She leapt out of bed, trembling, pushing him steadily toward the door, "You bastard, just go, I never want to see you again. I will never forgive you... just go..."
Her chest tightened, and the each word, the more wronged she felt. Her eyes turned red, and tears rolled down her cheeks.
Seeing her cry, Martin panicked and clumsily tried to wipe away her tears, but she turned her head to avoid him.
"Don't touch me; it makes me sick."
With no other option, Martin spread his hands, catching the tears as they fell.
"Please, stop crying. I am sorry and I'm asking for your forgiveness. Whatever punishment you choose, I'll accept, Patricia."
Hearing her name escape his lips, she felt a wave of nausea. She grabbed Martin's collar and pounded on his chest.
"Why? Why did you have to do this to me? What did I ever do to wrong you? Why are you tormenting me? Wuu wuu..."
Martin's heart ached at her tears, and in a rush of emotion, he pulled her into his embrace, resting his chin in the crook of her neck. Frantic and anxious, he blurted out, "Patricia, let's remarry!"
Patricia thought she must have misheard and pushed him away, asking, "What did you just say?"
Looking into her eyes with great intensity, Martin repeated solemnly, "Patricia, let's remarry."
This time, Patricia was certain she wasn't dreaming.
Martin was serious about remarriage.
Ha!
Had it been before yesterday, she might have given it some thought.
But after last night's event, she could only find it laughable, as if hearing the funniest joke in the world, and she began to laugh hysterically.
"Remarry? Hahaha... Remarry..."
Martin was frightened by her reaction, not understanding what she meant. Concerned, he gently patted her cheek, "Patricia, what's wrong? Don't scare me!"
Patricia looked at Martin with sarcasm, and with every chuckle, a tear fell.
Martin shivered from her gaze.
Patricia brushed away his hand, looked into his eyes, and said powerfully, "Martin, listen to me, I will never remarry you."
Martin's handsome face alternated between pale and flushed, his expression almost twisted, "Why? Is it because of Hunter?"
He couldn't think of any other reason.
"Ha..."
He still hadn't realized his mistakes, instead, pushing the blame onto the irrelevant Hunter.
Patricia's heart grew cold with disappointment in him.
"Because I don't love you anymore,” she said.
Those few words struck Martin's heart like a thunderbolt, causing him pain. But still, he refused to give up, "What did you say?"
Patricia felt a stifling pain in her chest, a sense of suffocation.
Feigning nonchalance, she was merciless, "Martin, I stopped loving you from the day we got divorced! So, I will never remarry you, get that through your head!"
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