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.

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

forward, pinning her against the wall, one hand gripping her neck, his

He shouted, "Cindy!"

the only thing I like about you is your eyes. Did you really think I was

eyes. He closed them, looking

his wounds, like

hate you. I just hate the unfairness of fate, hate that the one

if she had said she

face went pale. He suddenly let go of her and started searching the living room, checking

the master bedroom. Patrick

kid. If he doesn't believe

really hadn't expected Patrick to

when they had a falling out, Patrick told her to get lost, saying he never wanted to see

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

at his lips. "I was so naive, thinking you'd actually give me a

I look like an idiot?" Cindy leaned against the cold wall, a faint, cold smile

hand at his side twitched, and for a moment, he

such a cold-blooded woman

with his hand on the doorknob. After a

slid down the wall to sit on the floor, finally burying

in his hand, his

finally took long strides to the elevator. What was he still hoping for? Hoping that Cindy, a heartless woman, would come out and ask him to

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

the back of the driver's seat and said irritably, "Do I need her

after going up there? He wondered what Cindy had done