Forbidden Passion

Chapter 733 Cindy and Patrick

Cindy was pinned against the wall, her heart pounding wildly. The light at the doorway was dim, and she couldn't make out the features of the person in front of her. However, she keenly recognized him by his scent. Cindy asked, "Patrick?"

A hand gripped her chin, and Patrick revealed a row of gleaming white teeth as he leaned in, speaking slowly, "Cindy, you've really something, daring to leave me hanging like this?" Cindy scoffed inwardly, "Patrick, have you caught some kind of delusional disease?"

The fingers pinching her chin tightened, causing Cindy to feel pain.

"Cindy," Patrick's voice was clearly tinged with anger, his handsome face full of hostility, "Don't keep testing my limits."

After speaking, Patrick patted Cindy's face as if patting a pet's head. He took off his baseball cap, "I'm hungry, go cook something for me."

Patrick turned and walked inside as if he were at home.

Cindy rubbed her chin, which hurt from Patrick's grip, and glared at his back. Patrick threw his baseball cap onto the sofa, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked further in. Cindy was shocked! Soon, the shirt fell to the ground, revealing Patrick's well-defined back and firm muscles, indicating he regularly worked out to maintain his physique.

Sensing Cindy's gaze, Patrick suddenly turned to look at her. Cindy didn't have time to avert her eyes, and their gazes met in the air.

Cindy unabashedly looked at Patrick, her eyes lingering on his chiseled chest before trailing down to his abdomen.

"Why are you undoing your belt?" Cindy asked in astonishment, not understanding his intentions.

hands on his belt, looking at her roguishly, saying, "If you haven't made something to eat by the time I come out of

didn't have time to stop him before she heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. She glared and

gentlemanly appearance in front of fans, he was actually a refined scoundrel

the cabinet, and found a pack of instant noodles. She boiled water and made the noodles, not bothering to cook anything else. To her, Patrick was only worth a bowl of instant noodles. Cindy brought the noodles out and placed them on the coffee table. She sat on the sofa and played on her phone. Someone

thinking that with Patrick's cleanliness obsession, he would take at least half an hour to come

join the game

getting killed and sent back to the respawn point. Cindy fell silent. Patrick walked out, wrapped in a cloud of steam, with Cindy's cartoon towel barely covering

and firm muscles looked like they were sculpted by a master artist. As he moved, his masculinity seemed to

wet hair and the water

downward until she heard Patrick's hoarse, warning voice, "Cindy, stop

She swallowed, realizing her throat was dry and burning. She said, "If you're

tone, "You treat my

in the hallway all night? I haven't even settled the score with you, and you dare to complain?" Patrick was particularly

wouldn't have noticed the mosquito bites on

moving? And who was that talking just now? His voice sounds sexy." "It's not just sexy,

flirting? We're

her mic was on. Hearing her teammates say Patrick's voice sounded familiar, she panicked and quickly turned off the mic,

the game without suspense. Cindy sent money to her teammates in the group chat, saying she couldn't play anymore, and quickly exited the game, afraid they would recognize Patrick's voice. Patrick sat across from her with

besides instant noodles." Patrick gritted his teeth