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.

saying, "If you haven't made something to eat by the time I come out of the

the sound of running

actually a refined scoundrel in private, always coming up with new ways to torment

made the noodles, not bothering to cook anything else. To her, Patrick was only worth a bowl of instant noodles. Cindy

of the bathroom, thinking that with Patrick's cleanliness obsession, he would take at least half an hour

the game

crucial move, getting killed and sent back to the respawn point. Cindy fell silent. Patrick walked out, wrapped in a cloud of steam,

tall, well-built body, healthy skin tone, and firm muscles looked like they were sculpted

by Patrick's masculine charm, especially with his wet hair and the water droplets rolling down his well-defined

until she heard Patrick's hoarse, warning voice, "Cindy, stop looking at me like

said, "If you're going to walk around my house dressed like that, why can't I look?" Patrick cursed,

tone, "You treat my house like a public bathhouse and use my towel. What's wrong with

me feeding mosquitoes in the hallway all night? I haven't even settled the score with you, and

noticed the mosquito bites on his

to reality by a scream in her headset, saying, "Why aren't you moving? And who was that talking just now? His voice sounds sexy." "It's not just sexy, but also familiar. I feel like

stop flirting? We're

had forgotten her mic was on. Hearing her teammates say Patrick's voice sounded familiar, she panicked and quickly turned off the mic, only to be crushed by the

couldn't play anymore, and quickly exited the game, afraid they would recognize Patrick's voice. Patrick sat across from

it, ignoring Patrick's displeased expression, saying, "I don't have anything else besides instant noodles." Patrick gritted his teeth and