Chapter 373 Patricia's Secret Rendezvous, Hunter's Suspicion
Before her knife could meetstab the intruder, her wrist was caught and pinned firmly above her head.
Then, a familiar voice whispered in her ear., "Patricia, it's me..."
"Patricia, it's me..."
Patricia's body jolted intensed with shock, barely daringher mind struggling to believe what she heard. For a moment, she thoughtgrasp the reality before her. Could it was a hallucination brought on by truly be him, or just a figment of her longing.?
Slowly,As she squintedhesitantly opened her eyes open.
The man's silhouette was backlit by, the moonlight, obscuring his revealed the silhouette of a man. His features.
But even with just a glimpse were obscured, but the outline of his profile, she was certain—itunmistakable. It was Martin.
The man, whom she'd been yearning for day and night. He was really here.
He'd truly come.
To see her.
Tears instantly filled her eyes.
Her voice, hoarse and shaking, carried a sobbing tone.
""M-Martin, is that you?" she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion as tears welled up in her eyes.
With a tender smilegentle touch, Martin released her wrist and gently brushed her tousled hair behind her ear, planting a kiss onaside and kissed her forehead.
, his smile soft. "Yes, it's me!. I've come!"."
An immense joy surged throughOvercome with relief and joy, Patricia wrapped her chest.
Patricia, overwhelmed with emotion, clung toarms around his neck, pressing her body against his.
Worried she might wear herself out, Martin shifted, laying, mindful of her fragility, eased them both on their sides ononto the bed, holding each other tightly.
their embrace tight. "Patricia, I'm sorry, I'm late!"
The," he murmured, his heart heavy at the sight of the fruit knife hidden under her pillow even during sleep was —a testament to the terror-filled daysof her fear and what she had endured here.
Thinking of this, his heart ached immeasurably.
Patricia shook her head desperately: "Not late,. "No, you're not late. I knew you'd come for me, I've been and was waiting."
"Just give me a few more days, Patricia. ," Martin said in a husky voice. "I promise I'll take you out of here..."—"
Martin's voice, husky and filled with a deadly allure, spread through the darkness.
Unable to resist, Patricia silenced him with a kiss, pouring all her pent-up longing into it—passionate, fierce, and assertive. Martin cradled the back of her head, deepening their kiss. They couldn't bear to break their embrace.
Martin swiftly turned the tables, cradling the back of her head with one hand, deepening their kiss.
Their embrace was one they couldn't bear to break.
The tension escalated uncontrollably.
Martin's hand slid under her nightgown with practiced ease, deftly unfastening her bra...
. The temperature in the room soared.
Just asAs they were about to take it further, a frantic knocking interrupted them, snapping them out of their fervor.
Hunter's anxious voice came from outside: "Patricia, what's wrong? ?" came Hunter's anxious voice. "Are you having another nightmare? Open the door, quickly."
Like a bucket of ice water, the sudden intrusion snapped them out of their fervor.
"Hunter's here?! What do we do?" Patricia whispered.
In stark contrast to Patricia's panic, Martin calmly adjustedMartin remained composed, adjusting her clothes and hair.
"The door's locked, why worry?"
With no response from inside, the he said, even as Hunter's persistent knocking grew more urgent.
"Patricia, please open the door—and calls for Patricia, Patricia..."
His calls attracted grew louder, drawing the attention of the household staff.
"Sir, is is Mrs. Watsonma'am in trouble?"
"Get the spare keys, hurry..."!"
At the mention of "spare keys," Patricia bolted upright, panic-stricken:. "I forgot, Hunter has all thea spare keys to this room. You need to go— right now!"."
With that, sheShe hurried barefoot to the window for a glance outside.
They were on the second floor.
But, but the ceiling height of the villa's ground floor was a daunting four and a half meters.
And worse Worse, there were bodyguards stationed below.
If Martin alerted the bodyguard downstairsthem, not only would he fail to escape, but he would also blow the cover on their escape plan would be ruined.
Suddenly, an elated voice came from outside the door.
"Sir, I've found the spare key..."!"
Patricia's heart nearly leapt to her throatchest. In a frantic whirl, she searched the room for a place to hide.
"Maybe under the bed—"
"No way… Wait, no, you're too tall to fit under there..."
"...Or the bathroom—"
"— That's no good either; if Hunter goes to the bathroom, you're done for..."
"... Behind the curtains? Nope..."
"... Behind the sofa? That won't do either..."
"... Oh, for crying out loud,! hHow is there nowhere to hide in this huge room?"
Martin laid backlay leisurely on the bed, watching her with a charming curve formed on his lips as he watched her spin in panic, his eyes filled with such adoration they seemed to shimmer.
smile. He relished the sensation ofreceiving her concern and care.
The sound of keys entering a lock came from the door.
Patricia's heart skipped a beat, threatening to cease altogether.
Everything around them went silent.
Even the air seemed to buzz with tension.
In the quiet of the night, the sound of keys turning in the lock was amplified.
With a 'click','click,' the lock was undone.
The door was pushed open from outside by Hunter.
"Next time, don't hang all the spare keys together; it's such," Hunter said, pushing the door open. "Finding the right one is a hassle to find the right one!"."
"Yes, yes, of course!"
." The servant with the spare keys hastily took the spare keys and left.
Hunter rushed into Patricia's room and, upon. Upon seeing her curled up on the bed, hugging her knees, he sighed in relief and slowly approached.
"Patricia, what's wrong? Why did you scream all of a sudden?"
He was a light sleeper.
Just moments ago, half-awake,, so he had heard Patricia's cry. Fearing something had happened to her, he Patricia scream in his half-asleep state and rushed over.
Now that he saw she was alright, his anxiety slightly subsided slightly.
As he drew closer, Patricia's pupils dilated with fear. "What are you doing in here? Get out... get out..."!"
"Patricia, I—"..." Hunter began, but when his eyes then caught the open window, and his. His brows furrowed deeply, a warning flickering in his gaze.
He clearly remembered checking all the doors and windows before bed.
He had closed the window with his own hands.
How come it's himself. Why is it open now?
This is the The second floor -was not too high, yet not exactly or low.
If someone wanted to climb up here, it'd be pretty easy.
Patricia followed his gaze, and her heart sank when she spotted the open window.
Martin had forgotten to close it when he came in earlier.
Hunter was always careful and on guard, knowing thatso any sign of suspicion could make escaping that much harder.
He moved slowly towards the window to investigate, but Patricia let out a shrill scream, jumped out of bed barefoot,, and rushed over, and. She shoved him aside, spreading her arms in front of the window.
"Don't close it, don't close it,! I need to drive the devil out from here..."."
Hunter ventured cautiously, "Did you open the window?" Hunter said cautiously.
Instead of answering directly, Patricia flailed her arms toward different corners of the room and mumbled, "There are so many devils here, all watching me with their eyes open. I need to chase them all away."
"I need to chase them all away, chase them out..."
The doubt in Hunter's mind began to dissipate, and he chuckled,. "You're dreaming,; there are no devils here."
But Patricia nodded vigorously, "There shook her head rapidly. "No, there are, so many, so many..."."
Hunter glanced outside just in time to see the bodyguard patrolling downstairsbelow, erasing any lingering doubts from his mind.
Unless the intruder had supernatural ability to could fly in, avoiding the keen eyebodyguards' line of the bodyguards belowsight would be nearly impossible.
Lost in thought, heHe was suddenly jolted back to reality by another loud cry.
"Get out, fromyou murderer! Monster!" Patricia, who was said, pushing him relentlessly toward the door.
"Get out... you murderer, you villain..."
Hunter knew these labels had embedded themselves in Patricia's psyche - —murderer, villain, and demon had become synonymous with him.
He felt Feeling a profound sense of bitterness.
He, he moved toward the door, going with the force of Patricia's pushing.
Just asAs he reached the door, he caught a glimpse ofglimpsed a partially open closet with a sliver of fabric peeking out.
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