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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.

shock. She

of her before she could escape. Again, she

her arms over her head and pressed her down on the bed

did he get so wasted that he can't

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

continued mashing his lips against hers so firmly and aggressively that it made her lips

just like him, so

her very best to keep her

almost lost it, though, as he

women her age to be filled with desires anyway. She

had to overcome

would give in to

through her. They were written all over

to sleep with her. Once that

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

naughty man. Not

at me. This is Gwendolyn. I'm not Felicia,” she said while trying to wake him up

course, he knew. He was well aware that the woman was Gwendolyn and not Felicia. However, this was perfect as she was exactly who he wanted so