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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.

escape. Again, she was

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

her mind at that point. How did he get so wasted that he can't even recognize his home

Felicia. However, the attempt was unsuccessful,

lips against hers so firmly

were just like

she tried her very best to keep

as he was wearing

It was completely normal for women her age to

had to overcome the

to the temptations. She would never allow

saw through her. They were written all

he would use this opportunity of him being drunk to sleep

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

naughty man. Not

not Felicia,” she said while trying to wake him

course, he knew. He was well aware that the woman was Gwendolyn and not Felicia. However, this was