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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 place to be

of her before she could escape. Again, she was flung to the middle of the

then brought her arms over her head and

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

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

his lips against hers so firmly and aggressively that

were just like him,

she tried her very best to

he was

women her age

she knew she had

was no way she would give in to the

all over her face. It didn't turn him off, though. Instead, he found

him being drunk to sleep with her. Once that

her lips had already been released, allowing her to breathe properly. Feeling a

naughty man. Not

she said while

that the woman was Gwendolyn and not Felicia. However, this was perfect as