Chapter218 Martin distanced himself from Patricia
The tender and warm touch sent a jolt through Martin's body, as if an electric current surged through his lips, freezing him andhimself, leaving him stunned and unresponsive.
Then Patricia's tongue opened his teeth, entering his mouth, entwining his moist tongue with an inexperienced but eager suckling and nibbling.
Her lips were soft like jelly, andwith the scent of oranges that tantalized the taste buds, sparking a playful desire to nibble .
"Boom! ..."
It was as if fireworks exploded by Martin's ears, his mind a thunderous chaos, a tangled mess.
Seeing no resistance from him, Patricia grew bolder, her small hands roving restlessly over his body.
A tightness gripped Martin's throat, like a spark igniting dry tinder, igniting a flame that surged through him like an electric current, pooling intensely in one particular place.
Patricia felt an uncomfortable pressure, murmuring a protest, her hand instinctively grasping, intending to push it away.
"Hisss..."
Martin inhaled sharply, his mind a white blur. A, a hot current shot down his spine, making his body shudder violently.
He actually... j
Just like that...
As a married man, he was so easily aroused by her teasing, like a young lad unversed in such matters, and then...
The smell of fluid- filled the air under the covers.
Martin grasped her wandering hand, fearingFearing she might continue her antics and he would lose control. , Martin grasped her wandering hand.
"Patricia, enough..."
His voice was low, husky, and seductive, laden with lethal danger.
Patricia's lips puckered, and she began to cry in his arms, feeling wronged. "Do you not like me anymore?"
"Do you not like me anymore?"
Martin: "..."
Not like her? How could he not like her?! !
He was crazy about her, but.
But she didn't like him.
Her heart belonged to Hunter., Wwhat could he do?
It was the same five years ago, and it was the same now.
Not wanting her to hate him, he could only silently step back into the role of her ex-husband.
Seeing him not answering, Patricia's crying intensified, her shoulders heaving, like a child wronged greatly.
Martin's heart softened., Hhe held her tightly, his large hand gently soothing her back.: "Stop crying, I like you., I've always liked you..."
Hearing his words, Patricia finally stopped crying, breaking into a smile. Martin gently wiped the tears from her face.
Martin gently wiped the tears from her face.
Patricia looked up, wanting to kiss him again.
This time, however, Martin dodged.
Patricia pouted in dissatisfaction.: "Why?"
Martin pushed her head back against his chest, his voice hoarse,: "You're sick, rest well! We can talk about that once you're better."
"Okay!"
This time, Patricia complied obediently.
In no time, she fell into a deep sleep again, as quiet and docile as a baby, as if the previous events were just a dream.
She slept comfortably, but Martin's body grew increasingly uncomfortable.
The faint scent of gardenias in his breath assaultedwas an assault on his senses.
His body felt like it was about to burst.
He was so close, just a bit more, and he would have lost control, taking the person in his arms.
Thankfully, he retained a sliver of sanity. After, and after she fell asleep peacefully, he got up. He and took a cold shower in the bathroom, trying to quench the desire in his body with the cold water and.
And to wash away the impurities he had released in a moment of weakness.
When he came out of the bathroom, Patricia began to toss and turn again, her small hand reaching out from under the covers, searching.
Martin knew she was looking for him. No, more precisely, she was seeking the warmth of his body.
No.
More precisely, she was seeking the warmth of his body.
Well!
After a long sigh, he resigned himself to lie back down, wrapping her tightly in his arms again.
Sure enough, the.
The hand that had been searching just a moment ago now clung to his waist as if afraid he would disappear again, her entire body curling up in his embrace.
"If only you could depend on me like this when you're awake, how good that would be."
Bitterness swelled in Martin's chest.
He knew this tenderness existed only when Patricia was ill.
Once she woke up, she would return to Hunter's side, and.
And he would have to revert to the role of her ex-husband, drawing a clear line between them, no longer harboring any illusions or hope.
A sleepless night passed.
The next morning, Patricia's fever had subsided, her hands and feet were warm, and she no longer fluctuated between hot and cold. Martin got out of bed and took her temperature with the thermometer.
98.42℉. ℉ .
Her temperature was back to normal.
He tidied himself up in the bathroom, then called the hotel service to bring in some light food. After everything was in order, he called Jim to arrange the flight with the airline.
After everything was in order, he called Jim to arrange the flight with the airline.
Meanwhile, .
Patricia woke slowly.
Her mind was a bit foggy from the fever that had raged all night, staring blankly at the pristine ceiling as scattered fragments of memory surfaced.
She remembered she had a fever; it.
It was very cold. Then
And then, she saw Martin. He held
Martin was holding her tightly.
She was happy, her heart getting warm, and she couldn't help but kiss him.
Thinking of that kiss, her cheeks burned red, and she burrowed her entire head under the covers, exposingleaving only her beautiful eyes. exposed.
Thank goodness it was a dream.
If Martin knew she was kissing him even in her dreams, he would roll around on the ground laughingsurely laugh himself to death.
Had he made it to Ivara City yet?
What date was it now?
As she was lost in thought, Martin's voice sounded close to her ear,: "You're awake? How do you feel?"
His voice was husky, like rich red wine, intoxicating and heartwarming....
Patricia was startled, lifting her head, and when she saw Martin, she thought she was hallucinating from missing him too much, and rubbed her eyes hard.
He was still there.
Not a dream.
Martin really hadn't left.
He had been with her all along.
So, last night wasn't a dream either?
The thought of her initiating a kiss with Martin made her cheeks burn even redder, turning a deep shade of crimson.
Seeing her flushed face, Martin thought she was feverish again and hurriedly placed his palm on her forehead.: "You were fine when I checked your temperature this morning. Are you feverish again?"
His palm was reassuringly solid, incredibly comforting.
Patricia's heart started to race uncontrollably.
"I'm fine., Tthe fever should be gone."!"
StillHis palm felt too hot, and Martin, still concerned, Martin used the thermometer to check her temperature again and confirmed it.
98.24℉
Her temperature was normal.
Relieved that she wasn't feverish, Martin brought her some water and medication as prescribed by the doctor.: "Here are the cold and anti-inflammatory medicines the doctor said to take when you wake up."
Patricia nodded obediently and swallowed the pills.
Martin placed the water glass on the nightstand, not looking at her, and spoke with a grave voice,: "Now that you're better, I should head back to Ivara City."
Hearing that he was leaving again, Patricia's heart clenched, her tone becoming unconsciously tense. "Are you leaving right now? Can't you stay?"
"Are you leaving right now? Can't you stay?"
Martin clenched his fists tightly.
God knows how much strength it took to keep himself from softening.
"I can't. The airline has been contacted, and I've delayed too long here. There are many things at the company that need my attention."
With that, he took his clothes and went into the bathroom.
Patricia watched the closed bathroom door, her vision blurring with a mist, a strong sense of reluctance welling up inside her.
Martin came out dressed, and before leaving, he handed her Jim's business card.: "This is Jim from the Moore Group; they have a branch here, and he's Carter's assistant to me. If the Miller Group has had internal and external troubles lately, he might not have time to take care forof you. If you need anything, call Jim, and he'll come to help you immediatelyright away."
Patricia watched him reluctantly.: "Do you really have to go?"
"Yes!" Martin nodded firmly.
He had arrived in a hurry, without bringing anything.
And when leaving, he didn't need to take anything with him.
"Rest well!"
After giving his advice, Martin said, then left without a second glance.
Patricia lay on the bed, watching the room door close in front of her, a voice in her head screaming to, keep him, keep him, keep him at all costs. —
She strongly felt that ifhad a strong feeling.
If she let Martin leave today, they would grow further apart, and she would lose him forever.
No.
She didn't want that.
So—
With a resolution as if making a monumental decision, Patricia threw off the covers and dashed out.—
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