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.

and frowned, "You have a shoot tomorrow.

sandstorm had trapped everyone inside the house. With so many people, the upstairs and downstairs were all occupied, so they

the couch to Cindy, Ulysses was on the small couch in the dressing room, and Patrick was curled up in a chair,

Before he could finish, Patrick

your mouth is wide open, and you say you're not sleepy. Go lie

point. A tingling sensation shot from her wrist to her tailbone, and Cindy quickly pulled

"Uh, you should go."

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

filling his nostrils. It was light and pleasant, and he couldn't help but bury his face

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 the

sat back in the chair, took

were always people online. She quickly matched with her teammates, chose her favorite

eyes were sore. She tossed her phone onto the

neck, Cindy looked

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

eyes swept over Patrick's long legs hanging off the edge. At

by the couch and tentatively calling

the couch with his eyes closed,

deeply. In the dim light from the dressing table, Cindy could

nose,

a peaceful and serene look. His long eyelashes cast delicate shadows

his eyes were

a while and couldn't help but remark, "You're quite good-looking. No wonder your fans like you so much. If they knew you were about to quit the industry, they'd probably

was quitting

family business after quitting. Thinking about it made her angry, "What a waste of

about to get up and leave, Patrick suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her into his embrace. She lost her balance