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 the bathroom, I'll make

him before she heard the sound of running

despite Patrick's gentlemanly appearance in front of fans, he was actually a

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

the bathroom, thinking that with Patrick's

to join the

a crucial move, getting killed and sent back to the respawn point. Cindy

healthy skin tone, and firm muscles looked like they were sculpted by a master artist. As he moved, his masculinity

wet hair and the water droplets rolling down his

water droplets downward until she heard Patrick's hoarse, warning

her throat was dry and burning. She said, "If you're going to walk around my house dressed like that, why can't I look?" Patrick cursed, "You're so

her lip and said in a displeased tone, "You treat my house like a public bathhouse and use my

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

mentioned it, Cindy wouldn't have noticed the mosquito bites on his arms and neck, which looked like

to reality by a scream in her headset, saying, "Why aren't you moving? And who was that talking just now? His voice

flirting?

was on. Hearing her teammates say Patrick's voice sounded familiar, she panicked

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 his

it, ignoring Patrick's displeased expression, saying, "I don't have anything else besides instant noodles." Patrick gritted his teeth and said, "I thought you'd be doing great without me. Weren't you going to return to a normal life,