Forbidden Passion

Chapter 775 I've Never Hated Anyone This Much in My Life

The sandstorm raged all night, with the wind howling outside the window.

Cindy lay on the couch, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. She picked up her phone to check the time; it was only 2:30 AM. Getting through the night was proving to be incredibly difficult.

Feeling thirsty, she propped herself up on the couch and saw Patrick, who was curled up in a chair playing on his phone, looking over at her. She cleared her throat.

"You're still awake?"

Patrick put down his phone and stared at her silently for a long time before suddenly sneering, "Some people grind their teeth and fart in their sleep. How am I supposed to sleep?"

Cindy's pretty face turned visibly red. She glared at him, "What nonsense are you talking about? I never grind my teeth or fart in my sleep."

"How would you know what you do when you're asleep?" Patrick crossed his arms, his

tone icy.

Cindy felt a pang of guilt. Could she really be that ungraceful in her sleep?

Avoiding Patrick's gaze, she said uncertainly, "I hold in my farts when I'm awake, let alone when I'm asleep. There's no way I fart in my sleep."

Seeing her earnestly defending herself, Patrick couldn't help but laugh, "Are you an idiot?"

She rushed over and started hitting Patrick with her fists. She was quite strong, and it actually hurt.

At first, Patrick let her vent, but after a few hits, he grabbed her wrists, "Alright, alright, stop being mad."

Cindy struggled a bit but couldn't free her hands.

red veins in Patrick's eyes and frowned,

people, the upstairs and downstairs were all occupied,

Ulysses was on the small couch in the dressing room, and Patrick was curled up in a chair, which must have been

sleepy..." Before he could finish, Patrick yawned, tears forming

you say you're not sleepy. Go lie down for a bit.

Cindy's wrist, his thumb gently rubbing her pulse point. A tingling sensation shot from her wrist to her tailbone, and

"Uh, you should go."

indeed tired but not necessarily able to sleep. He looked at Cindy, got up, and walked over to the couch. The couch still

filling his nostrils. It was

more than half. She turned to look

in the chair, took out her phone, and started

there were always people online. She quickly matched with her teammates, chose her favorite hero, and started

and eyes were sore. She tossed

neck, Cindy

so much time in the dressing room that there wasn't much to see. Her gaze eventually landed on Patrick, who was lying

the edge. At nearly 6.2 feet tall, he looked cramped

standing by the couch and tentatively calling him, "Patrick, Patrick, are

couch with his eyes closed, his eyelids relaxed, and his

to be sleeping deeply. In the dim light from the dressing table, Cindy could see his

nose, thin

a peaceful and serene look. His long eyelashes cast delicate shadows on his cheeks, highlighting the gentle contours of

acted, his eyes

and couldn't help but remark, "You're quite good-looking. No wonder your fans like you so much. If

was quitting the

it from Ulysses. Apparently, he was going to inherit his family business after quitting. Thinking about it made her angry, "What a waste of such a good- looking face. It won't

to get up and leave, Patrick suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her into his embrace. She lost her balance and almost fell, but Patrick's