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Gwendolyn screeched, “What are you doing, Patrick?”

“Going to bed with you, my wife,” he answered.

As he strode up the staircase, Gwendolyn was struggling. However, she nearly fell out of his arms as she did so, almost scaring her to death.

Ceasing her struggles, she could only hug his neck tightly.

She was dazed, captivated by his handsome features. He actually looks cuter when he's drunk.

She stroked his eyelashes gently and said, “You made a mistake. I'm not your wife.”

Patrick smirked. “How could I be wrong? Didn't you tell the taxi driver that I was your husband, Darling? That makes you my wife,” he murmured while keeping a straight face.

Gwendolyn gasped. Did he hear that? Wasn't he already asleep? Was he just pretending to be sleeping? It couldn't be. If Patrick had actually heard the conversation, he would not have let it slip.

She was confident that Patrick would not remember any of these when he sobered up the next day.

He carried her into the bedroom and tossed her onto the bed so forcefully that she bounced off it.

the bed as fast as she could, her mouth hanging open. She was in shock. She knew that the bed was a dangerous

her before she could escape. Again, she

closer and brushed his lips against hers. He then brought her arms over her head and

to losing her mind at that point. How did he get so wasted that he

that he was kissing Gwendolyn and not Felicia. However, the attempt was

firmly and aggressively that it made her lips

like him, so dominating

very best

though, as he

women her age to be filled with desires anyway. She blamed it

knew she had

would give in to

emotions, Patrick saw through her. They were written all

opportunity of him being drunk to sleep with her. Once that was over,

had already been released, allowing her to breathe properly. Feeling a little chilly, it took her a moment to realize that she had been stripped of

naughty man. Not

Gwendolyn. I'm not Felicia,” she said while trying to wake him up by tapping

Gwendolyn and not Felicia.