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.

her roguishly, saying, "If you haven't made something to eat by the time I come out of the bathroom, I'll make love to you."

time to stop him before she heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. She

that despite Patrick's gentlemanly appearance in front of fans, he was actually a refined scoundrel in private, always coming up

kitchen, rummaged through 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

glass door of the bathroom, thinking that with Patrick's

the game

a round, she heard the bathroom door open. Her fingers trembled, and she missed a crucial move, getting killed and sent back to the respawn point. Cindy fell silent. Patrick walked out,

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

especially with his wet hair and the water droplets rolling down his well-defined

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

was dry and burning. She said, "If you're going to walk around my house dressed like that, why can't I

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

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

Cindy wouldn't have noticed the mosquito bites on his arms

the bites on Patrick's neck for a few seconds before being startled back 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

you two stop flirting? We're about

Hearing her teammates say Patrick's voice sounded familiar, she panicked and quickly

recognize Patrick's voice. Patrick sat across from her with his legs crossed, watching as Cindy finally lifted her head from

teeth and said, "I thought you'd be doing great