Chapter 403 Martin's Jealousy, and Recognizing Patricia
Hunter scanned the hospital room and, not seeing Patricia, asked in a grave tone, "Where's Mrs. WatsonPatricia?"
James was momentarily silent for a moment, as if, debating whether to reveal the entire truth to Hunter.
After so long working together, Hunter only neededknew him too well, needing one look to understand everything.
. "To tell you the truth, I was somewhat prepared for this."
James knew he couldn't hide anything from him, so he braced himself and said, "Before I rushed over to cCountry Y, I called Mrs. Watsonher, hoping she might come to the hospital to take care offor you. But Mrs. Watson , but she was unwilling. She's currently with the Koch family."
Hunter seemed to have anticipated this answer. HisHunter's eyebrows raised slightly, yet he didn't show the anger James had expected.lash out. "The Koch family?"
With Martin?
James nodded, "Mrs. Watson. "Madam was attacked at the hotel that evening on the day of the car accident; she sustained, sustaining injuries to her arm. Jeremy, mercifully, came in time to rescue her. Because of his friendship with you, Jeremy believing it would be safer to temporarily relocate Mrs. Watsonrelocated her to the Koch family estate for security reasons, relocated herher safety."
Hunter, puzzled, and asked, "Why would Jeremy just happen to go to the hotel?"
James shook his head, "I'm not really sure about the details. I asked around at the hotel; they said Jeremy had hired bodyguards to protect Mrs. Watson Madam that night, but the assassin still managed to sneak in through the window. Why Jeremy felt the need to protect Mrs. Watsonher, I don't quite know."
Hunter frowned deeply.
. "Did they catch the assassin?"
James shook his head. "No, the assassin vanished afterward, and since we're in country Y, it's been difficult to take action with our limited influence here."
Hunter stopped his questioning, biting down on his back teeth, hisHunter's mind was set. "It must be Grace."
If she could get rid of both him and Patricia at once,
She she could have hera blissful life with Martin with no loose ends.
Anger agitated the wounds on his arm and head, sending waves of pain coursing through his body like an electric drill, making him gasp involuntarily.
James quickly cautioned, "Mr. Miller"Sir, your injuries are quite serious. ," James said. "The doctor can't stress enough how crucial it is to properly recuperate properly, or you'll risk long-term consequences."
Anger simmered within Hunter.
He was itching to teach Grace a lesson immediately.
But However, as his rage flared, so did his pain, forcing him to suppress his fury for the time being.
"How long will I need to rest?"
James didn't give it to him straight, but he sugarcoated it, "At least a month! ," James said, sugarcoating it. "You've got a broken arm and a concussion. Not giving yourself time to properly heal could do some serious damage."
"Another month," Hunter muttered, feeling like he was about to explode in anger.
Fury surged through him, uncontrollable, threatening to break free.
James tried to soothe him, "Save your strength – it's, sir," James said. "It's your ammunition for revenge. Heal first, then you can settle scores."
Hunter clenched his uninjured fist, using the tension to rein in his rage.
He knew James was right.
H; health was his capital for battle.
First, get well, then deal with Grace.
"Do you want someone to keep tabs on Mrs. Watsonthe madam?" James inquiredsaid.
Hunter shook his head. "No. This is the Koch family territory. AnyOne misstep and we might spook them. If I need an update on her, I'll just ask Jeremy. She's safe for now under the Koch family's protection."
Even Grace wouldn't dare harm Patricia under Shane's watchful eye.
...
That evening.
, Patricia stayed in the study with Riley until late into the night.
Riley had found a raw talent in Patricia, a diamond in the rough, untainted by formal training. It was like uncovering a rare gem. Before their instructor could arrive, he couldn't resist imparting some basic jewelry design techniques to her.
What was even more precious was Patricia's ability to grasp concepts instantly.
He'd explain something once, sometimes without needing to givegiving much detail, and she'd understand, quickly mastering the essentials.
He was thrilled to teach; she was eager to learn.
Before they knew it, 11 p.m. rolled in.
Riley still had a lot to say, but he interrupted, pointing out the time andstopped, realizing how exhausted she must be after spending hours studying.
"Return to your room and get some rest. ," he said. "Tomorrow, we'll come by early so we canto continue where we left off. That way, you'll get the hang of it even faster."
He even believed that Patricia wouldn't need a full month before she was ready tocould fly solo.
Designers with her kind of innate talent shouldn't be overly confined, or they might fall into a stifling rut of mediocrity, trapped within rigid boundaries.
"Alright!"," Patricia agreed eagerlysaid.
Before, sheShe hadn't been all that interested in jewelry design.
But before, but after just a few hours with Riley, she'd not only discovered theits joy in it but had also developed a keen interest.
Riley gazed at Patricia, finding an inexplicable familiarity in her face.
"You really remind me of my aunt."," Riley said, gazing at her face.
It wasn't just the looks.
It was more about but her aura, her and natural flair for jewelry design.
Curiosity lit up Patricia's eyes. "Elise?" she said.
Riley didn't respond, simply considering her face; his inscrutable eyes seemed to soften.
"Get some rest!"."
"Goodnight!"."
After exchanging goodnights, Patricia retreated to her room.
As she opened the door, a blast of cold air hit her square in the face before she could flip the switch.
Her breath hitched, and as she reached for the light, a deep voice emerged from the darkness.
"Where have you been? Why are you back so late?"
His voice was steady, betraying no sign of trouble, but a closer listen revealed an undercurrent of anger.
Startled by the sudden voice, Patricia jumped but quickly composed herself when she recognized it belonged to Martin.the voice. With a click, she turned on the light.
Martin loomed atby the window, casually seated on the sill, palms resting behind him for support.
His complexion was ashen, eyes pale, and his frosty gaze was fixed steadily on Patricia, a frosty glint in his gaze.
The tone, the look—it made Patricia's heart skipped wildly, propelling her to throw herself into his arms and cling desperately to his waist.
"DidDo you remember? ?" she said. "I knew it.; Ssooner or later, you'd remember me. There's no way you could truly forget."
A pang shot through Martin's heart, his breathing tightened.
He had intended to push her away, but in the end, heultimately couldn't. The facade he'd been maintaining fell apart as he held her close, arms constricting, nearly fusing her into his very being.
His reaction only cemented herPatricia's belief; he really did remember her.
"Martin, I missed you so much!. It's been driving me insane."
Martin sighed internally.
He knew that once he crossed paths with Patricia again, it was only a matter of time before he could no longer keep up the act. He could restrain himself in a crowd, but alone, with just the two of them and faced with her tears, all his defenses crumbled.
In a crowd, he could remind himself.
But alone, with just the two of them, faced with her tears, all his defenses crumbled.
Patricia, unsatisfied with a mere embrace, tilted her head back, sought out Martin's lips, and kissed him fervently,. hHer tongue boldly partinged his lips, entwining with his in a passionate dance.
Martin's breathing grew more and more urgent.
With his left hand wrapped around Patricia's waist and his right hand cradling the back of her head, he shifted gears, deepening their kiss with assertive passion. Their desire ignited fiercely, impossible to contain.
Their desire igniting fiercely, impossible to contain.
Patricia, frightenedWorried of being overheard, Patricia bit hard on her lower lip, yet couldn't stifle the little moans slipping through.
Heaving breaths and ecstatic moans formed a symphony that ebbed and flowed around the room. Heat swirled, rising to an apex.
Heat swirled, rising to an apex...
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