Chapter 394 Patricia Hits Hunter
As he drew near, Patricia felt a surge of revulsion. and, without a second thought, swung her hand across his face withShe a slapped him with all her strength that channeled all her strength.
A sharp 'crack' echoed.
Hunter's head snapped to the side. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and. pPain, hot and searing, swept over him.
A distinct set of five finger marks were left across his handsome facial features.
His Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Pain, hot and searing, swept over him.
Hunter froze, his movements abruptly halting.
halted. Time seemed to stand still.
A hush descended, the kind of silence that felt almost deathly still.
Not even the air dared make a sound.
Hunter's eyes bulged with fury, fixed, fixated on Patricia with a look so menacing as if he couldwanted to devour her then and there.
But"Cooled off yet?" Patricia wasn't scared. Hersaid, expressionless face emotionless, she said, "Cool off yet? . "If not, I don't mind slapping some sense into you again."
"You!" Hunter's face twisted in a crazed mixture of guilt and rage, his eyes turning red. "You—"
Patricia cut him off, not giving him a chance to retort, "Of course, you could also beat me again like you did atin the Ivara City hHotel. You've already hurt me on the inside; what's a few more bruises on the outside?"
A dull ache throbbed in Hunter's chest, rippling through his body, quenching the flames of his anger until they vanished without a trace. He closed his eyes, composed himself, and then rolled off Patricia, fleeing the scene.
He closed his eyes, composed his emotions, and then rolled off Patricia, fleeing the scene like a child caught in wrongdoing.
Another 'bang' sounded.
It wasn't until the door slammed shut that Patricia's strength seemed to drained away and , leaving hershe collapsing collapsed onto the couch,. her heart hammering in her chest.
Her heart hammered in her chest, as if it might leap right out of her throat.
God only knew how frightened she had been just moments before.
She had almost succumbed to Hunter's overpowering presence.
Thankfully, her poise and a stroke of cunning that targeted Hunter's weakness had turned the tide, averting disaster.
No, sheShe couldn't leave the country.
Martin was still here.
She had to find a way to stay, to get to the bottom of things.
But how?
…
Late at night.
M, masked with a hat and face cover, Patricia moved stealthily across the underground parking lot, locating Hunter's sleek black Rolls-Royce. Her eyes, the only part visible, glowed a fierce crimsonwith a sinister light.
...
The following morning.
, Hunter's rapping at the door roused Patricia from her light sleep. She opened itthe door, eyes bleaurry with fatigue and irritation.
"What's up?"
Hunter acted as if last night had never happened, casually adjusting his suit cuffs while speakingas he said, "Jeremy has set up lunch brunch for us at Mayfair. Get ready. Our flight back home is at 8 tonightPM."
The mention of returning home instantly jolted Patricia from her drowsiness.
"Back tonight?"
Hunter nodded, fully aware of her train of thought, "Yes, tonight. I know what you're thinking, but I'll need to remind you— that Martin is engaged to Grace's fiancé, now and you're my wife now. From now on, there's nothing left between you two. Don't hold onto any fantasies."
Patricia's expression remained impassive, a chill in her gaze."I won't go this brunch. If you have to, go by yourself."
"I won't go. If you have to, go by yourself."
Hunter's hands paused mid-adjustment on his sleeve, about to say something when Patricia continued.
"Grace will be at this lunch, right? ?" Patricia continued. "And if Grace is there, Martin surely must be, too. Are you hoping I see him again?"
Hunter regarded her skeptically, a suspicion growing within him.
suspicious. "Don't you want to see him?"
"What for?" Patricia scoffed, "What for? said, scoffing. "To have him tell me again that he doesn't know me again? Or to watch them parade their love? Hunter, I'm a human being;, not an animal. I have emotions. I can't just be indifferent. But iIf I don't see them, I won't be bothered."
She paused before adding, "If you really want me to go, fine, I'll go, b. But if I cwoan't control myself andmake any promises that something won't happen if I lose controls, don't blame me."
Her words left Hunter speechless, unable to conjure a rebuttal.
"Fine, if you don't want to go, don't. ," Hunter said. "I'll arrange for room service to bring you lunch."
Maybe it was an intuition or some signal she was emitting, but For some reason, since arriving in this country, even though no one was watching over Patricia, he felt confident she Patricia wouldn't run away, even with no one watching over her. He was constantly on guard back in Hawthorn Hill, fearing she would slip away at the slightest lack of vigilance. Here, he didn't feel the need to constantly keep an eye on her..
Back in their base, he was constantly on guard, fearing she would slip away at the slightest lack of vigilance.
Here, he didn't feel the need to constantly keep an eye on her.
Maybe it was an intuition.
Maybe it was some signal she was emitting.
He just felt she wouldn't escape.
The past couple of days, especially the previous night, had offered her several opportunities to flee, but she hadn't taken them and instead returned.
But she hadn't taken them. She had come back.
And so, strengthening his belief strengthened.
"Whatever!"," Patricia dismissed him with two curt words, not bothering to invite Hunter in, and forcefully shutsaid, slamming the door to so she could return to bed and catch up on her sleep.
She wasn't willing to go, and Hunter didn't press her.
After dealing with theJames' emails James had sent, he Hunter left his the roomapartment.
He was a bit of a germophobe.
Taxis weren't his thing.
That's why James had arranged a private car for him, as Hunter's mild germaphobia made him averse to taxis.
Once he got in, buckled up, and started the engine, he pulled out of the underground parking slowly.
It was high noon, and the streets weren't crowded., so Hunter he drove faster than usual. Approaching a red light at the intersection, he plannedhit the brakes to ease off the gas and come to a gentle stop, but the car didn't slow down at all.
But when he hit the brakes, the car didn't slow down at all.
A heavy sense of dread dropped in his stomach. PumpingDespite pumping the brake pedal madly, the car continued at the same speed, gaining momentum due to a slight decline in the road ahead.
"Damn it!"
In a fit of anger, Hunter slammed his hands against the steering wheel, his usual cool-headed strategic calm replaced by panic as he repeatedly pressed the brakes repeatedlywith no sign of stopping.
With no sign of stopping.
Even a fool would realize it by now.
Someone had tampered with the brakes.
And there he was, on one of the busiest streets downtown. While it wasn't peak traffic time, the streets were much busier than in the suburbs, with traffic signals every few blocks.
One wrong move and disaster could strike.
Sweating profusely with urgency, he approached the crosswalk with the. The car refusinged to stop. His, so his only option was to lay onsound the horn, hoping to alert the vehicles ahead to steer clear. Alas, nobody seemed to grasp the situation.
Alas, nobody seemed to grasp the situation.
At the momentWhen the light turned red, the cars in front of him came to a steady haltstopped, and vehicles from the other side of the road started to move.
Cold sweat drenched Hunter as he contemplated swerving, but he was in a straight lane sandwiched by other cars.
The Rolls Royce showed no sign of slowing down—instead, it gained speed, faster and faster...
Hunter's heart plummeted as he watched his Rolls Royce ram into the rear of the sedan ahead.
A car from the right couldn't brake in time and crashed into them.
The sounds of metal crushing and colliding filled the air.
Plumes, and plumes of thick smoke billowed from the scene.
A severe accident occurred at the crossroads.
Several cars were entangled, but Hunter's Rolls Royce took the brunt of it,, with its front and right sides severely mangled.
Although the airbags deployed in time to save his life, he was seriously injured and slumped over the wheel, unconscious and bleeding from head to toe.
It was a horrific sight to behold.
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