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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.

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

escape.

against hers. He then brought her arms over

point. How did he get

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

lips against hers so firmly and aggressively that it made

like him, so dominating

her very best

almost lost it, though, as he was

was just human, after all. It was completely normal for women her age to be filled with

knew she had to overcome

in to the temptations. She would never

conceal her emotions, Patrick saw through her. They were written all over her

to sleep with her. Once that was over, she would

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

naughty man.

not Felicia,” she said while trying to

was Gwendolyn and not Felicia. However, this was perfect as she was exactly who