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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.

her mouth hanging open. She was in shock. She knew that the bed was a dangerous

could escape. Again, she was flung to the middle

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

did he get so wasted that he can't even recognize his home and

kissing Gwendolyn and not Felicia. However, the attempt was unsuccessful, as she

lips against hers so firmly and aggressively that it made her lips go

like him, so dominating yet

her very best to keep her

as he was wearing

It was completely normal for women her age to be filled with desires anyway. She blamed it

knew she had to overcome the

no way she would give in to the

as Gwendolyn tried to conceal her emotions, Patrick saw through her. They were written all

to sleep with her. Once that was over,

released, allowing her to breathe properly. Feeling a little chilly, it

naughty

Patrick, look at me. This is Gwendolyn. I'm not Felicia,” she

knew. He was well aware that the woman was Gwendolyn and