Forbidden Passion

Cindy was pinned against the wall, her heart pounding wildly. The light at the doorway was dim, and she couldn't make out the features of the person in front of her. However, she keenly recognized him by his scent. Cindy asked, "Patrick?"

A hand gripped her chin, and Patrick revealed a row of gleaming white teeth as he leaned in, speaking slowly, "Cindy, you've really something, daring to leave me hanging like this?" Cindy scoffed inwardly, "Patrick, have you caught some kind of delusional disease?"noveldrama

The fingers pinching her chin tightened, causing Cindy to feel pain.

"Cindy," Patrick's voice was clearly tinged with anger, his handsome face full of hostility, "Don't keep testing my limits."

After speaking, Patrick patted Cindy's face as if patting a pet's head. He took off his baseball cap, "I'm hungry, go cook something for me."

Patrick turned and walked inside as if he were at home.

Cindy rubbed her chin, which hurt from Patrick's grip, and glared at his back. Patrick threw his baseball cap onto the sofa, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked further in. Cindy was shocked! Soon, the shirt fell to the ground, revealing Patrick's well-defined back and firm muscles, indicating he regularly worked out to maintain his physique.

Sensing Cindy's gaze, Patrick suddenly turned to look at her. Cindy didn't have time to avert her eyes, and their gazes met in the air.

Cindy unabashedly looked at Patrick, her eyes lingering on his chiseled chest before trailing down to his abdomen.

"Why are you undoing your belt?" Cindy asked in astonishment, not understanding his intentions.

Patrick placed his hands on his belt, looking at her roguishly, saying, "If you haven't made something to eat by the time I come out of the bathroom, I'll make love to you." With that, Patrick walked into the nearby bathroom without looking back.

Cindy didn't have time to stop him before she heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. She glared and cursed inwardly.

Cindy knew that despite Patrick's gentlemanly appearance in front of fans, he was actually a refined scoundrel in private, always coming up with new ways to torment people.

Cindy turned to the kitchen, rummaged through the cabinet, and found a pack of instant noodles. She boiled water and made the noodles, not bothering to cook anything else. To her, Patrick was only worth a bowl of instant noodles. Cindy brought the noodles out and placed them on the coffee table. She sat on the sofa and played on her phone. Someone in the group chat tagged her to join a game.

Cindy glanced at the foggy glass door of the bathroom, thinking that with Patrick's cleanliness obsession, he would take at least half an hour to come out.

Cindy agreed to join the game and started playing.

Before Cindy could finish a round, she heard the bathroom door open. Her fingers trembled, and she missed a crucial move, getting killed and sent back to the respawn point. Cindy fell silent. Patrick walked out, wrapped in a cloud of steam, with Cindy's cartoon towel barely covering his essentials.

Patrick's tall, well-built body, healthy skin tone, and firm muscles looked like they were sculpted by a master artist. As he moved, his masculinity seemed to overflow.

Cindy was mesmerized by Patrick's masculine charm, especially with his wet hair and the water droplets rolling down his well-defined muscles.

Cindy's gaze followed the water droplets downward until she heard Patrick's hoarse, warning voice, "Cindy, stop looking at me like that."

Cindy's face flushed, and she quickly looked away. She swallowed, realizing her throat was dry and burning. She said, "If you're going to walk around my house dressed like that, why can't I look?" Patrick cursed, "You're so shameless!"

Cindy bit her lip and said in a displeased tone, "You treat my house like a public bathhouse and use my towel. What's wrong with you?"

"Who told you to leave me feeding mosquitoes in the hallway all night? I haven't even settled the score with you, and you dare to complain?" Patrick was particularly attractive to mosquitoes.

If Patrick hadn't mentioned it, Cindy wouldn't have noticed the mosquito bites on his arms and neck, which looked like intentional hickeys.

She stared at the bites on Patrick's neck for a few seconds before being startled back to reality by a scream in her headset, saying, "Why aren't you moving? And who was that talking just now? His voice sounds sexy." "It's not just sexy, but also familiar. I feel like I've heard it somewhere before," another teammate said.

"Can you two stop flirting? We're about to lose."

Cindy had forgotten her mic was on. Hearing her teammates say Patrick's voice sounded familiar, she panicked and quickly turned off the mic, only to be crushed by the opposing team.

They lost the game without suspense. Cindy sent money to her teammates in the group chat, saying she couldn't play anymore, and quickly exited the game, afraid they would recognize Patrick's voice. Patrick sat across from her with his legs crossed, watching as Cindy finally lifted her head from her phone. He pointed to the instant noodles in front of him, saying, "What's this?"

"Just some noodles, eat up." Cindy grabbed a throw pillow and hugged it, ignoring Patrick's displeased expression, saying, "I don't have anything else besides instant noodles." Patrick gritted his teeth and said, "I thought you'd be doing great without me. Weren't you going to return to a normal life, get a boyfriend, get married, and have kids?" "Of course."

"Where is he? Bring him over, let me take a look. I'll give you some advice," Patrick said, not holding back.

Cindy said with a smile, "Don't worry, there are plenty of cute guys. I'll take my time choosing."

Patrick's chest heaved with anger, but he suppressed his rage. He said, "I think it's not you choosing them, but them choosing you, right?"

Cindy remained silent.

Patrick grew more arrogant and continued, "I get it. After all, you're getting older. Men with eyes would go for younger girls, not you."

"What does it matter to you if someone chooses me or not?" Cindy glared at him, "That's my business, not yours."

"Do you think I have the time to meddle in your affairs? I'm just worried you won't get married and blame me for wasting your youth. I don't want that responsibility," Patrick said.

Cindy said with a sneer, "Don't worry, Patrick. I won't blame you. The noodles are getting soggy. Are you going to eat them or not?"

Patrick looked disdainfully at the bowl of instant noodles. After a moment, he started eating. The strong flavor of the seasoning assaulted his taste buds, and he pushed the bowl away as he said, "Even slop tastes better than this." Cindy could tell that Patrick was just here to cause trouble. She really wanted to take a picture of Patrick's current rogue appearance and post it online for his fans to see what he was really like in private!