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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.

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

escape. Again, she was flung to the

then brought her arms over her head

close to losing her mind at that point. How did he get so wasted that he can't even recognize

kissing Gwendolyn and not Felicia. However, the attempt was unsuccessful, as she was unable to speak at

hers so firmly

like him, so dominating

she tried her very best

almost lost it, though, as he

completely normal for women her age to be filled with desires

knew she had

way she would give in to the temptations.

her. They were written all over her face. It didn't turn him off,

him being drunk to sleep with her. Once that

been released, allowing her to breathe properly. Feeling a little chilly, it took her a moment to realize

this naughty

Felicia,” she said while trying to wake him up by tapping

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