Chapter 536 Martin Returns
The wind blew, lifting the hem of her dress. She remained motionless, face still buried between her legs.
Martin, who had been watching her from the shadows, could no longer bear it and stepped forward, touching her shoulder lightly. Patricia didn't react.
He touched her again, this time with a bit more force. Still, Patricia made no move.
"The mosquitoes are out, and it's not safe here—time to go back to sleep." His voice was hoarse as if scorched by flames, barely recognizable from its original timbre.
Patricia let out an impatient grunt, shrugged her shoulders slightly, and continued to sleep.
Martin let out a long sigh, bending over to scoop her up from the bench in a sweeping motion.
Patricia slowly opened her eyes due to his movement. Martin, startled, tried to glance away, but it was too late.
With a sly smile, Patricia wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in the nape of his neck, her warm breath spraying over his sensitive skin.
A jolt ran through Martin's body, shaking him to the core.
Clasping him as if he were a precious treasure, Patricia clung to Martin's neck fiercely, as if he would disappear the moment she let go. Tears flooded out uncontrollably, quickly dampening the collar of his shirt.
"It's so good, so good you finally came to see me."
Martin's heart skipped a beat, thinking she had discovered something,
She continued, "Why haven't you visited me for such a long time? I've wanted to dream of you every night, but it never happened. Did you miss me too, hence you visited me in my dreams? You heartless one, sniffle... you finally came to see me... sniffle..."
Only then did Martin realize she was still not sober, tightening his arms around her as he strode towards their apartment building.
Patricia clung to Martin as if finding a lifeline, desperately holding on and pouring out her heart about the anguish of their time apart.
"Martin, do you know how much I've missed you? I even thought about joining you, but I can't; we still have young kids, and they've already lost their father. I can't let them lose their mother, too."
Martin's heart felt as though it was being clutched by an invisible hand, so much so that he struggled to breathe. He lowered his head and planted a firm kiss on her forehead.
"I'm sorry."
His lips were warm, the heat passing through her skin, flowing into the depths of her heart with her blood.
The long-missed sensation intensified Patricia's tears. "What's the use of saying sorry? You promised to protect me, and we were supposed to be together forever. You broke your promise, and now I can't trust you."
Martin's eyes reddened slightly, his body trembling with suppressed emotion. A thousand words seemed to catch in his throat, wanted yet unable to be spoken. What remained was a deep well of regret and tenderness.
Patricia rested her head on Martin's shoulder, still sobbing softly after crying for so long, her grief evident in the trembling of her voice. "When the kids are grown up, I'll come to join you, but you have to wait for me. Let's meet again in the afterlife," she murmured in a half-dreamy state.
A bitter smile formed on Martin's lips.
"Alright, I'll wait," he whispered.
Patricia smiled, too, nuzzling into his shoulder to find the most comfortable spot before closing her eyes and drifting to sleep.
Martin watched her, a fond look in his eyes as he approached the apartment complex.
It was late at night with few people around, and the elevator arrived quickly.
He had intended to let Patricia stand and take the elevator herself, but she was so drunk that her body was limp and unsteady. As soon as she tried to stand, she slumped back to the ground.
With no other choice, Martin carried her into the elevator and all the way to her doorstep. He called her name softly.
She smacked her lips twice and, still leaning her head, continued her slumber.
Martin chuckled as he tried to set her down, but Patricia clung to his neck, fearing he would leave her.
"Don't go. Please don't leave me, Martin. I can't be without you." she mumbled.
Martin's heart shattered. He reluctantly gazed at Patricia in his arms, tenderly stroking her soft cheek, unable to get enough of the gentle touch.
He pressed his lips to her ear and whispered gently, "Don't drink so much next time, okay?"
Whether she heard him or not, Patricia kept sleeping soundly.
With a heavy heart, Martin gently pulled her arms from around his neck, laid her softly on the ground, and planted a firm kiss on her forehead. He held the kiss for a long half minute before finally pulling away with reluctance.
"Promise me you'll take care of yourself," he murmured.
Without waiting to see if she heard, he rang the doorbell and quickly hid in the stairwell before the door could open.
As he hid, the door swung open.
Ariel stepped out and saw Patricia asleep on the floor, drunk. Her heart clenched with sympathy as she helped her into the house.
The next morning came. The first rays of sunlight pierced through the glass windows.
Patricia's head was pounding, her eyes still closed, when she instinctively reached up to rub her temples.
Suddenly, a voice flashed through her mind.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't drink so much next time, you hear me?"
Patricia's eyes snapped open, and she bolted upright in bed. "Martin came back for me..."
Jade, who had spent the entire night caring for a drunk, had just fallen asleep when Patricia's commotion startled her awake.
"What did you say?"
Patricia looked at her. "Martin came back for me."
A cool breeze swept through, giving Jade goosebumps and leaving her feeling eerily cold.
"Patricia, don't scare me. I've been with you all night. When did Martin come looking for you?"
Patricia said, "Last night. I remember holding him; he even kissed me..."
It felt so real, so very real.
In the height of summer, Jade suddenly felt chills, as if Martin could be lurking in any corner, and she didn't even dare to look.
Patricia then felt doubtful. "I, I might have been dreaming. Martin must have missed me, so he came to me in my dream."
Jade was puzzled.
The more Patricia thought about it, the more convinced she became, bursting with excitement, "He finally came to me in a dream. That's great. I can see him in my dreams now."
After being frightened for no reason, Jade rolled her eyes and flopped back in bed to continue her slumber.
From that day on, Patricia went to bed early every night, hoping to continue dreaming of Martin, but he did not appear in her dreams again.
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