Chapter 73 The Lipstick Stain on Martin's Collar
Upon hearing that they were going to Maple Leaf Restaurant, Patricia immediately refused without hesitation, "No, I'm not going! With my face like this, how can I go? Do you want everyone to know that I was beaten?"
Martin smiled helplessly.
Seeing him not saying a word, Patricia added, "You go if you want, but Randy and I won't go."
Martin thought she had a point.
Although the swelling on Patricia's face had subsided a lot, you could still see the clear imprint of five fingers, as well as the bite marks on her neck and collarbone, which could lead to misunderstandings.
After a brief moment of thought, he decisively took out his phone and sent a message to Ryann and Carter.
"Patricia is sick, and I need to take care of her, so Randy and I won't go. You guys have fun!"
Just when the agreement was made, Ryann didn't expect Martin to change his mind again.
"Patricia is sick, what happened to her? Randy and I will go visit her! We've been wanting to visit her since she returned to Ivara City."
Afraid that they would actually disturb Patricia, Martin's handsome face darkened, and he sent another message back.
"Be there at 8 pm, don't be late."
Ryann
"......?"
Carter: "Martin, why are you not letting us see Patricia? Why hide her so tightly?"
Martin showed impatience: "Stop talking nonsense, I'll be there at eight o'clock sharp."
Ryann and Carter sensed something unusual and wisely refrained from asking further.
After ending the conversation, Martin couldn't help but worry as he advised Patricia.
"Randy and the third brother are both troublesome. I'll make a trip there, so you and Randy shouldn't go home tonight. Rest early. I've arranged two bodyguards to protect you at the door. If anything happens, give me a call. I will come back early."
His words seemed like those of a husband to his wife.
Patricia was taken aback, a blush appearing on her face, "I'll be fine accompanying Randy at the hospital. After you finish your work tonight, just come home directly! We can take care of ourselves."
"I'll go back and take a shower first, then head straight to Maple Leaf Restaurant." With these last words, Martin's thin lips tightened into a line. He gave her a deep glance and turned to leave the ward.
Patricia wondered if he had truly taken her words to heart. After this incident, it felt like a subtle change had happened between her and Martin.
There seemed to be a thin veil between them, faintly visible but unbroken.
...
Late at night, Martin didn't return to the hospital until almost midnight.
He seemed to be in a good mood, a bit drunk, and staggered as he walked.
Patricia was already asleep, holding Randy, but she instantly woke up upon hearing the noise.
The silvery moonlight shone through the glass window, enveloping Martin and giving him a touch of warmth instead of coldness.
Patricia was afraid of waking up Randy, so she quietly got out of bed and walked over, helping Martin sit on the sofa. She asked softly, "Are you drunk?"
Martin rubbed his temples and nodded, "I've had a bit too much tonight."
For some reason, his mood was unusually good.
It felt like a burden had been lifted, an unprecedented sense of ease.
"I understand how you feel! Since it's all in the past, don't think about it anymore." Patricia thought that he was feeling down because of breaking the engagement with Debbie, and wanted to drown his sorrows with alcohol.
"Mhmm!" Martin's mind was a bit hazy, and he didn't quite catch her undertone.
Patricia poured him a glass of water. "Since you're drunk, why not go home? Randy has me to take care of him. Aren't you worried?"
Martin took the tea and downed it in one gulp.
It was clearly plain cold water, but it tasted slightly sweet on his lips.
Patricia poured him another glass. "I'll stay here tonight with Randy. Why don't you sleep in my room next door?"
Martin remained silent, drinking another glass of cold water. He seemed to be sobering up.
Patricia placed the glass on the coffee table and couldn't help but ask as he sat there in a daze, showing no intention to leave.
"Are you feeling unwell? Let me support you over there!"
As she spoke, she bent down and grabbed his arm.
With his head lowered, Martin's expression disappeared into the darkness. But the moment her hand touched his body, he suddenly grabbed her wrist and flipped her onto the ground, pressing her underneath him.
A strong smell of alcohol filled the air.
Dangerous vibes permeated the atmosphere.
Patricia frowned, displeased, and asked, "Martin, what do you think you're doing?"
Martin gazed at the face just inches away, his eyes gradually becoming fiery.
In an instant, Patricia realized the implications of that look, so familiar after two years of marriage. When she tried to push him away and escape, his thin lips had already brushed against hers.
A popping sound echoed in her mind, as if something had exploded.
After a brief moment of blankness, a fierce struggle ensued.
She desperately pounded against his chest, vigorously resisting his touch.
"Martin, what do you take me for? Let go of me right now, or I'll get angry!"
With her lips pressed against his, Martin said, "I don't see you as anyone else but yourself, Patricia."
His low and hoarse voice carried a barely perceptible tension.
Patricia's pretty eyebrows furrowed tightly. "You're drunk."
Martin clasped her small face in his rough hands, the warm breath spraying onto her face as he softly said, "Patricia, I'm not drunk. I know it's you I'm kissing. It's not just drunken desire, but a genuine longing from deep within me."
Something in Patricia's chest felt like it was about to burst, causing her pain.
Never before had Martin treated her like this in their two years of marriage.
In this moment, it felt as if her throat was being blocked, and a touch of bitterness filled her eyes.
Martin gazed at her with tenderness, their eyes meeting, the atmosphere becoming incredibly ambiguous.
Thump, thump.
The room became so quiet that they could hear each other's breathing and heartbeat.
Seeing that she no longer resisted, Martin kissed her lips once again.
His kiss was skillful, unlike the previous brute force; this time, it was long and gentle, as if savoring the most exquisite delicacy in the world, gradually deepening.
A refreshing scent of mint filled her nose.
As she looked at his flawlessly perfect face in front of her, Patricia's mind turned into mush under his conquest, losing all ability to think, slowly lost in his kiss.
Sensing her surrender, Martin grew bolder, exploring her mouth with his daring tongue, unreservedly conquering new territory.
Patricia wrapped her arms around his neck, involuntarily responding to him.
Her response ignited a fire within Martin, an electric current surging through his body, gathering at a particular spot, making his heart tremble with excitement. His long fingers skillfully undid the buttons of her gown.
It was clear that things were spiraling out of control.
In the heat of the moment, Patricia's peripheral vision caught sight of something on his collar.
The lipstick mark on it instantly brought her back to her senses, chilling her heart.
A subtle fragrance of ladies' perfume drifted into her nostrils,
Feeling disgusted, she pushed him away with repulsion.
Martin, caught off guard, fell to the ground from the couch.
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