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.

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 love to you." With that, Patrick walked

sound of running water from the bathroom. She glared and

of fans, he was 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

the bathroom, thinking that with Patrick's cleanliness obsession, he

agreed to join the game and

finish 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,

like they were sculpted by a master artist. As he moved, his masculinity

mesmerized by Patrick's masculine charm, especially with his wet hair and

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

looked away. She swallowed, realizing her throat was dry and burning. She said, "If you're going to walk around

tone, "You treat my house like a public bathhouse and use

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

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

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

flirting? We're

sounded familiar, she panicked and quickly turned off

in the group chat, saying she couldn't play anymore, and quickly exited the game, afraid they would recognize Patrick's voice. Patrick

up." Cindy grabbed a throw pillow and hugged it, ignoring Patrick's displeased expression, saying, "I don't have anything else besides instant noodles." Patrick gritted his teeth and said, "I thought