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.

noticed the red veins in Patrick's eyes and frowned, "You have

house. With so many people, the upstairs and downstairs were all occupied, so they had to make do

the couch to Cindy, Ulysses was on the small couch in the

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

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

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

"Uh, you should go."

He looked at Cindy, got up, and walked over

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

look out the window; the sandstorm seemed

chair, took out her phone, and

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

neck and eyes were sore. She tossed her phone onto

Cindy looked around

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

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

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

eyes closed, his eyelids relaxed, and his breathing

the dim light from the dressing table, Cindy

nose, thin

look. His long eyelashes cast delicate shadows on his cheeks, highlighting the gentle

acted, his eyes were especially

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

quitting the

quitting. Thinking about it made her

suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her into his embrace. She