Chapter 374 Saving Patricia
The room was too dark to make out the specific color and fabric of the garment corner.
But, but he could tell it was dark in color.
And he. He was certain Patricia didn't own any dark clothes.
Since he loved to see Patricia seeing her dressed in bright, lively colors, he had made sure all the clothes he had bought for her were vibrant hues.
With a fierce look in his eyes and no second thoughts, Hunter dashed to the wardrobe and flung the door open.
The breath caught in Patricia's throat.
I watched helplessly as Hunter reached for the closet door; it was too late to stop him.
Time seemed to freeze. Silence enveloped them.
Silence enveloped us.
Patricia's eyes were fixed on Hunter Patricia watched with nervous anticipation as heHunter rifled through the hanging clothes. He grabbed the edge of the fabric that was peekingpeeked out and yanked it forcefully.
And with that, a. A crumpled bedsheet was dragged out into the open.
Aside from the clothes, there was nothing else in the closet.
Hunter: "…??"
Patricia: "…??"
It was just a bedsheet.
Before Hunter could catch his breath, Patricia lunged, biting down hard on his arm.
"Ouch…"
He gasped in pain, instinctively.
Patricia clamped down with all her might, as if trying to tear the flesh from his bones.
Yet, but Hunter didn't make a sound;. hHe clenched his jaw, the pain an unyielding tide he braved in silent defiance.
When Patricia's storm of emotion subsided, she released his arm, the corner of her mouth stained with his blood—ferocious and wild like a little beast in a frenzy.
"You jerk, I'll kill you...! I'll bite you to death..."!"
The bitterness in Hunter's heart was profound,; the pain in his arm was nothing compared to the ache within.
He stared deep into Patricia's eyes and offered a wistful smile.
"What must I do to warm your heart? Must I literally hand it to you before you can feel anything?"
Disgusted,"Just get out!" Patricia shovedsaid, shoving him out of the room.
"
"Get out, just get out... I can't stand the sight of you…"."
Having spoken, sheShe quickly locked the door behind him.
Outside, silence reigned.
Pressed and pressed her ear against the door, Patricia didn't dare make a sound; instead, she listenedit, listening intently for any noise from the hallway.
Then, she heard Hunter's sigh.
Footsteps followed, growing fainter with each passing moment.
Once certain that Hunter had left, Patricia exhaled deeply and rushed to the other closet. She flung the door open and burst into laughter at the sight oflaughed, seeing Martin's large frame crammed into such a small space.
"Hunter's gone. You can come out now!"."
To ensure Hunter wouldn't catch on, Patricia had stashed himMartin away in the coat closet, tucked in with the mid-length garments. It was such a small space, almost overflowing with Martin.
Martin He was dying to get out.
But the space was so cramped that; his hands and feet had gone numb, tingling with pins and needles.
Patricia saw how hard it had been for him and, takingtook his hand, pulleding him out from his hiding spot.
Martin. He used the momentum to topple her onto the bed.
Gazing into the handsome face inches from hers, Patricia's expression was laced with apologetic sincerity.
Patricia said, "I'm so sorry, for that the dignified CEO of the Langley Group had to hide in a tiny wardrobe,. sSuch an indignity."!"
In the moonlight, Martin examined her familiar features in the moonlight, his long fingers tenderly caressing her cheek.
"So, how do you plan to make it up to me, hmm?"?" he said.
His warm breath brushed against Patricia's neck, his voice a husky whisper almost strained with intensity.
Patricia responded with a sweet smile, looped her arms around his neck, with a sweet smile, pulled him closer, and sealed herhis lips to his with practiced precision.
The passion that Hunter had interrupted reignited.
With more fervor than before, Martin's tongue Martin parted Patricia's lips, exploring and entwining with hershis tongue and explored and entwined with her, claiming her—every inch of her.
Only when he truly possessed her did he firmly feel that it was all real.
Not and not a dream.
His Patricia was alive.
Fully, palpably beneath him.
The room temperature soared once again until it peaked—.
After an eternity.
D, drained from his energetic ministrations, Martin finally allowed her a respite, drawing her into his embrace.
Lying against his chest, Patricia's breaths came in gasps. She listened to his rapid heartbeat while her playful fingers traced circles on his chest.
"How did you get in here?" she asked.
Martin captured her provocativeplayful hand, his voice still colored with desire,. "True, there are guards downstairsbelow, but they switch shiftsthere's a five-minute window during the shift changeover at eight in the morning, four in the afternoon, and midnight. There's a five-minute window during the changeover. Every ten minutes, they'll patrol the area downstairs.".
"In three days, it will be the new moon, with no moonlight and three consecutive days of rain forecasted. Whenever it rains, the guards downstairs tend to slack off and find shelter!. That night will be our best shot to escape. I'll come and getfor you personallythen."
Patricia's voice quivered with uncertainty, "What if Hunter finds out? ?" Patricia said, voice quivering with uncertainty. "I don't want a repeat of last time!. I'd rather stay put than see you get hurt because of me."
Martin tightened his grip on her hand.
"After our meeting that daywe last met, I headed straight backreturned to Ivara City!. Hunter still thinks I'm there. This time,; he's in the spotlight this time, and I'm the shadow."
As he spoke, he He gently lifted her chin and planted a firm kiss on her crimson lips.
"I won't let anything happen to either of us, and the. The kids are waiting for us to come back together as a family."
"Are you sure we're safe?"Yet, Patricia couldn'tsaid, unable to shake off her apprehension.
"Are you sure we're safe?"
Martin nodded, his promise resolute,. "I swear there won't be any danger. I won't have ourmy Patricia becoming a widow."
"Stop it..." Flushed and flustered, Patricia playfully slapped his chest. "Stop it..."
Deep down, she knew it wasn't as straightforward as Martin made it out to be.
But, but she trusted him.
She and believed in his ability to bring them back home.
Martin, stirred by her touch and teasing, glanced out the window, his voice husky with desire,. "It's still early. Let's go another round…"
Before Patricia could object, he rolled on top of her—.
...
Three days later.
Just like, as Martin had predicted, the dark hours before dawn were lashed with torrential rain.
A and fierce tempest.
Thick, oppressive clouds hung low, suffocating the world beneath.
Martin and Carter were wrapping up their final checks and confirmations.
"Boss, I triple-confirmed with the airline. The flight route is set and ready to go anytime."
". I've also arranged everything on Hawthorn Hill. Once we've rescued Patricia, we'll switch vehicles midway—one heading to the south airport, the other to the north. Even if Hunter catches on, he'll fall for our decoy. By then, we'll be safely airborne. This time, there's no room for error; everything will go off without a hitch."
"This time, there's no room for error—everything will go off without a hitch."
Martin nodded in approval,. "Good! At midnight, when. When the guards at Hawthorn Hill switch shifts at midnight, that's our window to rescue Patricia."
The day seemed to stretch on endlessly.
Martin was practically clock-watching, glancing at the time now and then with marked regularity.
Finally, evening arrived—.
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