Chapter 74 Martin, You're Shameless
His excitement was interrupted, and a coldness spread across Martin's face. "What are you doing?"
Patricia adjusted her clothes, buttoned them up, and glared at Martin with anger, tears swirling in her eyes. "Martin, you're truly shameless. Do you find joy in repeatedly humiliating me, making me feel embarrassed? Is that what satisfies you?"
Martin's mind was clouded, and the alcohol prevented him from thinking clearly.
He didn't understand. Everything was fine just a moment ago, so why did she suddenly change like this?
"What are you talking about?"
Patricia grabbed his collar and presented the lipstick mark to his face. "See for yourself! One moment, you're flirting with other women, and now you're showering me with sweet words. Martin, I must have lost my mind to forget the pain you once caused me and be fooled by you! Let me tell you, from now on, you're not allowed to touch me again, or I'll ruin you."
After speaking, she turned around to leave the hospital room.
Martin grabbed her wrist, irritation flashing across his face. "Things are not as you think."
Patricia felt that he was dirty.
The hand holding hers had likely touched countless other women.
She felt her self-esteem trampled and humiliated by him, while also blaming herself for being weak enough to forget the harm he had caused her during this short period of his kindness.
"All I know is that if two people are together intimately, there won't be lipstick marks on the collar! Martin, don't touch me, it disgusts me!"
Patricia forcefully shook off his hand and disregarded his resistance as she went to the adjacent hospital room.
The room was pitch black. Due to the angle, Martin couldn't see clearly what was on his collar. After Patricia angrily left, he took off his clothes and saw the lipstick mark on them. His handsome face turned dark, and his clenched fist made cracking sounds.
He wanted to go explain to Patricia while holding the clothes.
But she locked herself in the hospital room, ignoring all his knocking.
Helpless, Martin could only return to the room. The clothes in his hand became more and more conspicuous. He decided to crumple them up and throw them in the trash bin.
Because of this fallout, the relationship that the two of them had worked hard to mend went back to square one.
Patricia didn't argue with him, but she completely ignored him, treating him as if he were invisible.
Martin felt wronged, a surge of anger burning in his chest.
"This situation isn't what you're seeing."
Patricia replied coldly, "Regardless of how things are, they have nothing to do with me! We are already divorced, and I have no right to interfere with you. Love whoever you want, it's none of my business."
Martin's fingers and temples trembled, his frost-like eyes glaring at her, and his chest rising and falling sharply.
Despite being infuriated, he still didn't want Patricia to misunderstand him, so he patiently explained, "This is Ryan's prank, I didn't..."
Before he could finish speaking, Patricia's words trailed off.
Hunter, who Patricia mentioned before.
“Yeah,” Hunter pretended not to notice the hostility in his tone and smiled happily. "I heard that Patricia was sick, so I wanted to come see her. I won't disturb you anymore!"
With that, he pushed open Patricia's hospital room door, holding a bunch of blue enchantresses.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, he didn't bother to close the door behind him.
Seeing the large bundle of blue enchantresses in his hand, Patricia smiled, her eyes narrowing into slits. "Hunter, after all these years, you still remember that I like blue enchantresses."
Hunter tenderly replied, "Your preferences are engraved in my mind. I will never forget them in my lifetime."
"I knew Hunter is the person who loves me the most. I'll go find a vase to put it in," Patricia said, not thinking that her words could be inappropriate, instead wearing a face full of happiness.
But when Martin heard these words, they took on a different meaning.
A dark aura emanated from him as he unconsciously clenched his fists, fighting the urge to rush in and beat Hunter. His hawk-like eyes stared unwaveringly at Patricia, like a beast eyeing its prey.
Hunter continued to smile at Patricia, and after she inserted the blue enchantress into a vase, he reached out and wiped away the water droplets on her face.
We're in our twenties, yet we're still so fidgety, with water all over our faces and bodies.
Patricia playfully stuck out her tongue and said, "As you said, it's a habit ingrained in my bones. It's hard to change."
Hunter gave her a stern look and said, "That's a weak argument!"
Pouting, Patricia retorted, "I'm just stating the facts!"
Hunter looked doting with a face full of indulgence. "Fine, fine, fine. They are the facts; they are the facts! From childhood to adulthood, whatever you said became the truth. When have I ever contradicted you?"
Patricia laughed, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know you're the best to me! I'll treat you to lunch today!"
"I didn't come here for lunch!" Hunter said, straightening her body and staring at her swollen face seriously. "Let me see, where are you injured? Besides your face, are there any other places?"
"Still..." Patricia moved her hand to her collar, about to show him the injury on her collarbone, when suddenly a figure rushed in, grabbing her hand and staring at her with crimson eyes like an enraged lion.
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