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.

veins in Patrick's eyes and frowned, "You have a shoot tomorrow. Go lie down on the couch

the house. With so many people, the upstairs and downstairs

small couch in the dressing room, and

need, I'm not sleepy..." Before he could finish, Patrick yawned, tears forming at the corners of his

Go

pulse point. A tingling sensation shot from her wrist to her

"Uh, you should go."

at Cindy, got up, and walked over to the couch. The couch still had the residual warmth from

her shampoo filling his nostrils. It was light and pleasant, and he couldn't

bottle of mineral water, opened it, and drank more than half. She turned to look out the window; the sandstorm seemed to be subsiding, and she could at least see

chair, took out her phone, and started

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

for hundreds of rounds until her neck and eyes

Cindy looked around

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

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

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

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

deeply. In the dim light from the

straight nose,

and serene look. His long eyelashes cast delicate shadows

acted, his

"You're quite good-looking. No wonder your fans like you so much. If they knew you were about to quit the industry,

quitting

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 be on

his embrace. She lost her balance and almost fell, but Patrick's hand