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.

"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 into the nearby bathroom without looking

him before she heard the sound

front of fans, he was actually a refined scoundrel

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

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

to join the game

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,

body, healthy skin tone, and firm muscles looked like they were sculpted by a master artist. As

with his wet hair and the

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

and burning. She said, "If you're going to walk around my house dressed like that, why

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

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

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

you moving? And who

stop flirting?

Patrick's voice sounded familiar, she panicked

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

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