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, "You have a shoot tomorrow. Go lie

people, the upstairs and downstairs were all occupied, so they had to make do for

had given the couch to Cindy, Ulysses was on the small couch in the dressing room, and Patrick was curled up in a chair, which must have

not sleepy..." Before he could finish, Patrick yawned, tears forming at

and you say you're not sleepy. Go lie down for a bit. Even if you can't sleep, you can at least

still holding Cindy's wrist, his thumb gently rubbing her pulse point. A tingling

"Uh, you should go."

able to sleep. He looked at Cindy, got up, and walked over to the couch. The couch still

down on the couch pillow, the familiar scent of her shampoo filling his nostrils. It was light and pleasant, and he

to look out the window; the sandstorm seemed to be subsiding, and

in the chair, took out her phone, and

with her teammates, chose her favorite hero, and

neck and eyes were sore. She tossed her phone onto the dressing

Cindy looked

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

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

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

with his eyes closed, his eyelids relaxed, and

seemed to be sleeping deeply. In the dim light

straight nose, thin

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

he acted, his eyes

but remark, "You're quite good-looking. No wonder your fans like you so

was quitting the

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

leave, Patrick suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her into his embrace. She lost her balance and almost fell, but