Chapter219 Martin and Patricia went back to Ivara together
Martin stood at the elevator, lost in thought as he watched the numbers change above the door, his mind elsewhere.
With a 'ding,''ding', the elevator doors slid open before him.
Just as he was about to step in, the door behind him burst open, and Patricia emerged, clad in her thin pajamas, clutching his hand tightly.
Martin frowned deeply and said, "It's cold outside;, get back inside."
Seeing that he still cared, Patricia smiled happily.: "I'm coming back with you."
"What?" Martin thought he had misheard, looking at her in disbelief.
Patricia repeated herself.: "I thought Hunter was in trouble, so I came to help him. Now that he's fine, I havethere's no reason for me to stay here. I'll go back to Ivara City with you."
"Are you sure?" Martin was still uncertain.
Patricia nodded firmly, "Of course! Randy, Charles, and Fannie awaitare waiting for me back in Ivara City! Staying here is pointless."
More importantly, she didn't want to be apart from Martin.
She wanted to be with him.
Martin regarded her thoughtfully for a moment, then nodded, "Alright! Go change your clothes., Wwe'll head back to Ivara City together."
Leaving her here alone, it was not unlikely that the same thing could happen again. Hunter was too caught up with his own issues, probably too busy to look after her. Returning to Ivara City with him was indeed the safest option.
Hunter was too caught up with his own issues, probably too busy to look after her.
Returning to Ivara City with him was indeed the safest option.
With his agreement, Patricia returnedhurried back to her room to change, "taking anti-inflammatory, cold, and fever medicines with her.
"I'm ready."
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After getting dressed, Patricia returnedrushed back to the elevator, smiling brightly at Martin.
"I'm ready."
Blinded by her radiant smile, Martin guiltily averted his gaze and pressed the elevator button.
As they stepped into the elevator, Patricia instinctively stood close to Martin, her unique fragrance subtly filling his nostrils.
Martin's composure was severely disrupted, unable to concentrate.
An awkward silence filled the cramped elevator space.
Patricia disliked the stifling atmosphere and tried to find something to talk about.: "Weren't you in Ivara City? How come you're in the M country? And you just happened to save me?"
SheWhat she really wanted to ask was whether he knew she was in danger and had come specifically to rescue her.
But that was too direct, and if it wasn't the case, she feared he'd mock her for wishful thinking.
Martin subtly shifted away from her, maintaining a slight distance, and replied with a steady voice, "Carter told me you were in danger, so I came specifically to rescue you."
He deliberately omitted mentioning his first visit.
Patricia's face bloomed with joy at his answer, her smile almost reaching her ears.
She affectionately looped her arm through Martin's, beaming, "Remember you asked me if I had made up my mind? I have."
She couldn't wait to tell him her decision.
Unfortunately, upon hearing her words, Martin stiffened, and a flicker of pain crossed his eyes.
Was this his death sentence?
If he had to hear the answer from her, he'd rather not know.
Seeing no response from him, Patricia thought he hadn't heard her and moved in front of him, looking at him earnestly, "Martin, I said I have my answer."
Martin's hands clenched into fists involuntarily. As he braced for the final verdict, the elevator 'dinged,' and the doors opened.
As he braced for the final verdict, the elevator 'dinged' and the doors opened.
Patricia's topic was interrupted, her face showing disappointment.
Martin inexplicably felt a sense of relief.
Patricia left a note at the front desk for Hunter, telling him she was heading back to Ivara City first.
When the two leftwalked out of the hotel, Jim was already waiting at the entrance, promptly opening the car's back door for them.
Martin gestured for Patricia to get in first.
Patricia deliberately moved to make room for Martin.
However, after she settled in, Martin closed the door behind her and took the passenger seat instead.
Sensing the odd tension in the car, Jim pretendedchose to pretend he didn't notice, focusing on driving.
Patricia wanted to talk to Martin, but now she could say nothing, sitting sullenly in the back seat.
When they passed a cell phone store, she asked in a hurry, ","What time is our flight?"
Martin replied, "Private plane, we leave when we arrive."
Patricia added, ","My phone is broken., Ccan you lend me some money to buy a new one?"
Unfazed, Martin, unfazed, responded, "Even if you buy a phone, you can't get a new SIM card immediatelyright away. Better to buy one when we get back."
His logic was unassailable, and Patricia found herself unable to argue.
An hour later, they arrived at Los Angeles International Airport.
Thirty minutes after that, the plane took off.
Patricia had wanted to chat with Martin, but once on the plane, he sat alone, working intently on his laptop, completely absorbed.
Not wanting to disturb him, she sat quietly on the other side of the aisle.
Perhaps it was the cold medicine;, Patricia soon felt drowsy and, unable to resist. She leaned her head back and fell asleep.
Only when her breathing became even did Martin looked away from his computer and towards her only when her breathing became even.
The light from the window cast a silvery glow over her, lending her an ethereal quality, as if she might vanish at any moment.
Martin watched her for a while before summoning a flight attendant and asking for a blanket, which he gently laid over her.
Patricia smacked her lips, shifted, and found a more comfortable position.
Her unconscious movement made Martin's heart tremble, his eyes betraying his pain and misery, as if a crack had formed in the ice, hinting at the turbulent undercurrents beneath.
He watched her for a long time before pulling his thoughts back, forcing himself to look away and return to his seat.
Mid-flight, the plane hit turbulence, shaking violently.
Patricia woke up, gripping the armrests in panic, "What's happening? Why is the plane shaking so much?"
Martin immediately closed his laptop and sat beside her, holding her tightly and reassuring her softlyin a soft voice, "Don't be afraid., Iit's just turbulence. It'll pass soon."
Of course, Patricia knew turbulence was normal. Still,
But having just faced a life-or-death situation, she was inexplicably terrified and clung to Martin for protection.
Martin kept patting her back until the plane finally smoothed out.
Almost instantly, he let go of Patricia, ready to return to his seat.
Patricia caught his wrist, her voice filled with hurt., "Martin, what's wrong?"
Why was he being so cold to her?
Even if she was slow to catch on, she noticed the change in Martin's demeanor.
Martin looked at her silently for a while, steeled his heart, peeled off her hand, and said firmly, "I have work to attend to, and you need to rest. You're sick."
After that, he resolutely returned to his seat without hesitation. a moment's hesitationA sudden unease and fear gripped Patricia's heart. She felt something was amiss.
A sudden unease and fear gripped Patricia's heart.
She felt something was amiss.
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