Chapter 393 Martin's True Feeling
As Grace spoke, her restless hand grazed his chest, deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt and slipping beneath the opened collar.
Just as she touched Martin's skin, he firmly pressed down on her hand.
Grace looked up at him with a puzzled expression.
His features were flawless, chiseled with a jawline sharp enough to cut glass.
Slowly, an obsession began to gloss over Grace's eyes.
Her cheeks flushed as she lowered her gaze, murmuring shyly,. "It's my first time. I've heard it can be really painful for a woman... You'll be gentle, won't you?Please be gentle."
Martin gently extricated her hand from his shirt collar and meticulously refastened each button.
Grace was baffled, "...??".
Straightening his tie, Martin spoke coolly,. "That's a moment reserved for our wedding night."
Grace bit her lower lip,. "Tonight is our wedding nightWe're engaged, so we're practically married."
With icy composure, Martin delivered the tender words, "What I mean isWe should still wait until the night we have an actual wedding, after and we've signed the official marriage license."
Grace's eyes filled with hurt, a persistent question in her voice,. "Are you still hung up on Patricia?"
At the mention of 'Patricia',Patricia, a visible ripple disturbed the stillness in Martin's wintry gaze.
Seeing his non-denial, Grace's tears fell more,. "If you're still thinking about her, then why did you agree to marry me?"
Martin countered, "If I could easily forget a woman I once loved deeply, would you really want to marry me?"
Grace found herself speechless.
Indeedhad to admit he was right!
. What woman would marry a man so fickle and uncommitted?
Even someone as ruthless and cunning as Hunter, who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals, remained deeply and unwaveringly in love with Patricia.
"Why claim you don't know her if you still love her?"
It wasWhen Patricia burst in at the engagement party.
When Patricia burst in, heaven God knows how terrified Grace was.
Her had been, her heart threateneding to leap right out of her throatchest.
She feared Martin would cast her aside and run off with Patricia without a second thought.
But However, the reality was beyond surprising.
Martin's had claimed not to know her.
His indifferent demeanor toward Patricia even made her wonder whether he had truly forgotten Patriciaher.
WithMartin quipped, with a snort of self-mockery, Martin quipped, "There's a difference between can't forget and won't forget!"."
"...??"
Grace stared at him, clearly not grasping the meaning behind his words.
Martin, tired and concise, declared, "I'm exhausted. I don't want to keep this up,." he said.
Grace finally understood. Affection wasn't something that could be controlled. Although Martin had lingering feelings for Patricia, he didn't want to harbor them. He was tired after risking his life for her numerous times. Anyone would be if they were in his place.In that instant, Grace understood everything.
Martin didn't deny that he still had feelings for Patricia.
But affection is one thing.
It was an uncontrollable force within, beyond the reach of others.
Yet, he didn't want to harbor these feelings for Patricia anymore.
It was exhausting.
And for good reason.
His life had hung by a thread more times than he could count, all for Patricia.
Anyone would be worn out after that.
With that thought, she felt a sense of relief wash over himher.
"I get it, I know. After you've really loved someone, it's not easy to forget. I'll give you time. I believe someday you'll fall for me," she said with hope.
Martin didn't respond, a flicker of irony crossing his gaze momentarily.
Grace changed tactics, her voice laden with uncertainty, "But how long will it take for you to get over her?" Grace said, changing tactics. "A month? Six months? A year? Or even longer? We're not getting any younger. Grandpa has been asking when we're planning to get married. He wants it sooner rather than later. He's eager to hold his great-grandchild."
Martin dodged her question with a pivot of his own,. "It's getting late. You should rest. I'm heading to the spare room next door to sleep."
After saying that, he turned to leave.
Grace clung to his hand, reluctant to let go.
She had waited so long for this moment and.
She couldn't stand to see him walk away.
Martin's voice was gentle but firm,. "I respect you, which is why I honor you. I wouldn't want to devalue what we have. The best things should be saved for the best day."
With that, he peeled Grace's hands off without a second glance and left the master bedroom.
Grace was furious.
Just when she Grace thought she was on the brink of something more, it had all gone awry, making her furious..
...
In the presidential suite at the Caxton Hotel, darkness engulfed the room.
Patricia cloaked herself in the shadows, finding solace only in their embrace.
Suddenly.
Suddenly, with a click, the lights blazed to life.
At the doorway, Hunter caught sight of Patricia seated on the sofa, his tense expression softening.
"Why didn't you tell me you'd returned? I've been searching everywhere for you. I was on the verge of having James deploy a search team. And your phone? Silent."A 'click', and the lights blazed to life.
Hunter, standing at the door, saw Patricia sitting on the sofa, and he visibly relaxed, his face had been taut with anger.
"Why didn't you tell me you were back? Do you have any idea how I've been looking for you? I was about to have James send out a search team. And you weren't answering your phone."
The sudden illumination jolted Patricia, her eyes stinging sharply. She squinted, raising a hand to shield her gaze from the harsh light, her irritation palpable. "Turn off the light. It's blinding."
Despite his simmering anger, Hunter dimmed the light to a soft glow and approached Patricia. He crouched before her, and as his gaze met hers—her eyes red and swollen, cheeks streaked with tears—his anger flared anew.The abrupt brightness was a jolt to Patricia's senses, causing her eyes to sting painfully.
She squinted, shielding her eyes from the glare, irritable, "Turn off the light. It's blinding."
Hunter's rage had not yet subsided when he dimmed the light to its faintest glow and walked over to Patricia. He squatted down to face her, and as his eyes met her red, swollen gaze, marked by unwiped tear streaks on her cheeks, his fury surged within him.
"He doesn't even know you anymore and is now engaged to Grace,. wWhy can't you get over him? He's not worth your tears."
Patricia's fury ignited. Her eyes flew open, gleaming with a wild intensity.
"This is all your doing. Had it not been for you, he wouldn't have faced danger, wouldn't have lost his memory. You've destroyed both Martin and me.Patricia was livid, her eyes snapping open, filled with a ferocious glint like that of a cornered beast.
"All of this is thanks to you! If it weren't for you, he wouldn't have been in danger, he wouldn't have lost his memory. It's all you—you've ruined me, you've ruined Martin! I want to flay you alive and drain your blood. I've never hated someone so much; you're the first."
The depth of her hatred matched the venom in her words.
No one could understand the tempest in her heart.
Her loathing for Hunter had seeped into her very marrow, a hatred that would not dissipate even if she were reduced to ashes.
The unforgiving venom in her eyes, and the cold ruthlessness of her words, sent shivers down Hunter's spine, chilling him to the bone.
Along wWith heartache, a towering rage welled up inside within him.
Within him, and a beast thrashed, desperate to break free.
He struggled to contain the his fury and the violent impulses coursing through him, but his thoughts felt entangled, beyond his control.
Whenever Patricia spoke to him with that tone, that look, the lurking demon beast lurking within would stir, taking over his reason and consciousness.
He suddenly stood, his thumb and forefinger cinching Patricia's jaw, forcing her to look up at him.
"What does it matterSo what if you hate me? If I can't have your love, then then let it be your hate!"."
At least that way, he'd always have a place in her heart.
Patricia's face turned scarlet with fury, and pointing to the door, she bellowed,. "Get out! Get out of my room now..."!"
As Hunter beheld her flush, his throat went dry, a mischievous. An erotic heat was wreaking havoc within him, the fire in his veins pooling within with burning intensity.
He pushed her onto the sofa.
"If Since you already have only hatred fore me, what's the harm in a little morea little more won't hurt,?"
With that he said, his lips foundclosing in on hers hers with chilling precision....
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