Forbidden Passion

Chapter 693 Do I Look Like I Have No Brain?

Theodore went quiet for a bit, feeling like he probably shouldn't have made that call. "Just a heads-up," he muttered.

Patrick stared at the phone, now dead, jumped off the couch, and stormed out of the lounge.

Ulysses had just finished a call and saw Patrick marching out. He quickly caught up, saying, "Patrick, Laura just called. There's a commercial event tomorrow."

"Get the car. I need to head back to the city," Patrick cut him off, making a beeline for the crew's parking lot.

Ulysses was taken aback but followed, calling out, "Patrick."

He called out a few more times, but Patrick didn't even glance back. Ulysses had to jog to keep up. It wasn't until they got in the car that he noticed how dark Patrick's expression was. Patrick was lost in thoughts about Cindy. He always saw her as just someone he kept around, never expecting her to get pregnant with his kid.

Deep down, Patrick knew Cindy couldn't be pregnant with his child. He just needed an excuse to see her.

The drive from the set to Lakeview Estates took two hours. By the time they got there, it was past midnight.

Patrick threw on a baseball cap and mask before getting out of the car and slipped into the community.

In the dead of night, Cindy was jolted awake by loud knocking. It was so urgent she thought something had happened to Phoebe. She threw on a robe and rushed to the door. Before opening it, Cindy peeked through the peephole and saw a guy in a baseball cap outside.

The guy was strikingly handsome; it was Patrick.

Theodore must've tipped Patrick off fast. He was here to see if she had secretly had his kid.

Cindy unlocked the door, and Patrick barged in, looking like he was ready to catch someone red-handed.

"Where's the kid?" Patrick demanded, his face blank.

was ready. She crossed her arms and leaned against the door, saying coldly, "I knew you'd come. I sent

pinning her against the wall, one hand

He shouted, "Cindy!"

saying, "Patrick, the only thing I like about you is your eyes. Did you really think I was noble enough to

flash of pain crossed Patrick's eyes. He closed them, looking hurt, and said, "Cindy, why do you hate me

only met him to rip open his wounds, like she was scared

saying coldly, "I don't hate you. I just hate the unfairness of fate, hate that

than if she had said she hated

let go of her and started

out of the master bedroom. Patrick slowly walked up to her

Mr. Reynolds it's my neighbor's kid. If he doesn't

really hadn't expected

her to get lost, saying he never wanted to see her again. If she dared to

though they were both in the entertainment industry, they hadn't crossed paths in

tugging at his lips. "I was so

leaned against the cold wall, a faint, cold smile on

in Patrick's eyes. His hand at his side twitched, and

such a cold-blooded woman as

hand on the doorknob. After a few seconds

wall to sit on the floor, finally burying her head in her knees, her shoulders trembling

in his hand, his face frighteningly

a long time, Patrick finally took long strides to the elevator. What was he still hoping for? Hoping that Cindy, a

loud noise suddenly woke him up. He saw Patrick get into the back seat and wiped the

and said irritably,

after going up there? He wondered what Cindy had done to