Chapter 175 A Man's Jealousy
Hunter expected Martin to back down and leave in a sorry state.
However, to his surprise, Martin’s expression was filled with pain as he stared at their clasped hands for a moment and then strode over to them.
Confusion filled Patricia as she instinctively turned her head and locked eyes with Martin, whose gaze burned with fierce anger. Her mind felt like it was exploding as if something detonated.
"How did you get here?" Patricia asked, barely able to form the words.
No sooner had the words left her lips than Martin had reached out, forcibly separating Patricia and Hunter's clasped hands. In Patricia's stunned state, he grabbed her wrist and started to pull her away.
"Martin, what are you doing?" Patricia's heart began to flutter with slight panic.
Martin's face had been a ghastly sight just now, as if he was on the verge of a killing spree. She had no clue where his rage was coming from.
Hunter quickly stood up and seized Patricia's other wrist, forcing Martin to stop. Martin turned around, his dark eyes firmly fixed on Hunter's hand holding Patricia's wrist. His voice was deadly cold, carrying immense authority. "Let go!"
Hunter remained unmoved, facing the oncoming sense of oppression without changing his expression. "Patricia is my girlfriend now, you’re the one who should let go."
"Your girlfriend?" Martin's eyebrows lifted in a mocking smile; his tone wrapped in a chilling aura.
Hunter flashed a faint smile, his words brimming with challenge. "Yes, my girlfriend! She has agreed to be my girlfriend, to get engaged and then married to me! So please, Mr. Langley, let go of my girlfriend."
As soon as the words were spoken, the air turned sharply cold and serious. Patricia's breath was heavy with the chilling and grave aura that wildly emanated from Martin. Her lips twitched, her face a picture of speechlessness.
What in the world was going on?
If she wasn’t certain that Martin didn’t love her, she might have imaginatively thought that two men were fighting over her. But from beginning to end, she had never agreed to be Hunter’s girlfriend!
Not to mention getting engaged or married! This was all nothing but a figment of Hunter’s imagination.
Martin and Hunter, both of equal height, striking appearances, and with equally powerful presences, stood facing each other in silence. Their gazes battled in the air, sparks flying, each unwilling to back down. The air seemed to frost over with a biting chill.
Realizing that this situation couldn’t continue, Patricia weighed her options for a moment, planning to leave with Martin first to see what he had wanted from her.
However, before she had the chance to speak, she saw a pair of slender arms suddenly come into view, looping affectionately through Martin's arm.
"Martin, what are you doing?" Charlotte's sudden arrival visibly changed Patricia's expression.
Martin looked at her, his expression softening slightly, his tone unconsciously gentler. "How did you get here?"
Charlotte pouted and said, "I saw you leave in such a hurry and was worried. I followed you here! Martin, what are you doing here? Are you standing up for me? I've told you, I don't blame her anymore, so you shouldn't either, okay?"
Hearing her words, Patricia couldn’t help but laugh. She laughed at her own self-inflicted sentimentality. She had actually thought that Martin was fighting out of jealousy for her. Turns out, he was here to settle scores for the man his beloved.
Martin neither acknowledged nor denied it, simply telling Charlotte, "You go back to the hospital or home first, I'll come find you later!"
Patricia's heart sank at the mention of “home”. Could it be that they were already living together? It hadn't been that long since he was with her, and now he was already living with another woman.
What a seamless transition! Clearly, Martin cared for this woman far more than he did for Debbie. They held different places in Martin's heart.
Charlotte pursed her lips, flirtatiously saying, "I'm scared, and I want you to stay with me!"
Martin coaxed her patiently, "Be good and go back first. If you're afraid to go home, then head to the hospital. Randy will be there with you."
"But Randy ignores me, you're the only one who talks to me." Charlotte said, still unwilling.
Patricia couldn't bear their flirting and romantic banter in front of her any longer. Jerking her hand away from Martin's grip, she said expressionlessly, "If you have things to do, go ahead and leave! Hunter and I need to talk, and it's not convenient for you to be around."
Her words were a clear declaration of choice.
Martin felt as though he had fallen into a bottomless abyss, engulfed in a boundless despair that painted everything before him in shades of gray, extinguishing any speck of light.
But he was not willing to accept that Patricia had chosen Hunter. In his mind, she belonged to him alone.
Held fast by this unwavering belief, Martin disregarded Patricia's request. When Hunter was off guard, Martin brushed his hand aside, scooped Patricia over his shoulder, and, without looking back, strode out.
Charlotte screamed herself hoarse , but he did not glance back even once.
Patricia's face flushed with embarrassment in an instant. She lacked the courage to struggle, hiding her face against Martin's back, completely covered.
The Maybach was illegally parked in the middle of the road. Martin opened the rear passenger door and dropped Patricia inside, preventing her from fleeing. He quickly took his seat behind the wheel and slammed the gas pedal.
The luxury car shot off like an arrow released from its bow.
By the time Hunter rushed out the door, all he could see was the car's rear disappearing in the road's reflection.
"Damn it!"
Hunter viciously kicked a trash can at the roadside, venting his overflowing anger.
Charlotte stood not far behind him, her face contorted with rage, fists clenched so tightly that her nails dug deep into her skin without her noticing.
Inside the car.
The restaurant had been crowded, and Patricia, concerned about her image, had neither cried nor argued. Now alone with him in the car, she could no longer hold back and burst into angry reproach.
"Martin, what on earth are you doing? How could you just carry me out like that? Do you realize how many people were in that restaurant? It's so embarrassing!"
Martin remained silent, channeling all his rage into his foot on the gas pedal, accelerating incessantly.
The faster the car went, the fiercer his anger seemed to grow.
Fortunately, it had snowed that morning, and there weren't many pedestrians or vehicles on the road. Otherwise, given his speed, Patricia truly feared an accident.
The roads were slippery with snow. The tires skidded several times, nearly colliding with the roadside barriers.
Fearful of a real accident, Patricia softened her tone and patiently tried to calm him, "Martin, don't be angry. Is there something you want to tell me? Let's find a place to talk. Think about Randy, and Charles we must cherish life!"
Martin remained silent. The chill spread wildly within the confined space of the car.
Patricia felt a wave of trepidation, unsure of what had gotten into Martin. She could only sit quietly in the car, daring not to make another sound.
She settled into a quiet calm, yet the Maybach maintained its unrelenting pace. About half an hour later, the Maybach came to a stop on the Han River Bridge.
Patricia considered escaping by opening the car door, but as soon as she did, a gust of cold wind swept in. Chilled to the bone, she shivered and reluctantly retreated back into the warmth of the car.
Seemingly impervious to the cold, Martin stepped out from the driver's seat, opened the rear door, and pulled Patricia out from inside.
Howling winds lashed around them.
Trembling from the cold, Patricia could barely control her legs, shaking as if afflicted by Parkinson's disease.
"Martin, are you out of your mind? What on earth are we doing here in the dead of winter?"
A normal person, even if wanting to have a conversation, would choose a warm, cozy restaurant, wouldn't they? Why here of all places? Was it a vendetta against her, intending to freeze her to death?
Martin seemed not to hear her words. Gripping her shoulders firmly, he squared her up to face him, and asked, word for word, "Is it true what Hunter said? Are you planning to get engaged and marry him?"
No one knew what kind of tumult roiled within him when he posed that question.
Anxiety? Fear? Bewilderment? Or perhaps, hope, hope to hear the answer he yearned for from Patricia.
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