Chapter 4
I had the maids prepare all my favorite dishes.
Halfway through the meal, I heard a car pull up outside.
Setting down my knife and fork, I walked to the floor–to–ceiling window.
I was just in time to see Edward getting out of the car.
Honestly, he and Patrick weren’t that hard to tell apart if you paid
attention.
Edward was a little taller than Patrick; his build was more solid and upright. He didn’t wear glasses.
Today, he had on a black business suit, similar in style to Patrick’s.
At a glance, they still looked strikingly alike, especially from behind.
I stepped outside.
When Edward looked over, I gave him a sweet, bashful smile.
I walked toward him, swaying just slightly. “Patrick, did you bring the ointment?”
He looked down at me but didn’t correct me right away.
I clung to his arm and began patting down the pockets on his jacket.
“Where did you hide it?”
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Just as my hand reached the pocket of his trousers, he suddenly caught my wrist.
“What ointment?” he asked, voice low and rough.
I pouted. “Why are you still pretending? I told you this morning that you were too rough last night, and I got hurt…”
He fell silent.
But beneath the crisp collar buttoned all the way to the top, his Adam’s apple bobbed hard.
He looked almost irritated. His brows were drawing slightly together.
Then, he loosened his tie and looked down at me again.
“I just remembered that I need to check how bad it is first. That way, I can tell the doctor what kind of ointment you need.”
“Patrick!” I blushed furiously.
His gaze slid from my neck to my chest, lingering over the faint red marks.
His eyes were burning.
And somehow, I felt like I was burning too.
It was so intense that I could barely keep standing.
“What are you blushing for? Michelle, it’s not like I haven’t seen it all before.”
“I’m done talking to you.” I shot him a glare and turned to leave.
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But he grabbed my wrist. “Alright. I’ll stop teasing.”
He pulled me into his arms, my back flush against his firm chest, fitting perfectly into his hold.
His chin brushed past my hair as he leaned down, breath warm against my ear.
He was about to kiss me, and I instinctively closed my eyes.
But just then, another car pulled up, and both of us turned toward the sound.
A sleek black vehicle came speeding down the drive.
Before it even stopped, the door flung open from inside, and Patrick stepped out.
His eyes locked onto me, wrapped tightly in Edward’s arms.
Patrick didn’t move.
His expression was icy, like frost had settled across his entire face.
My eyes suddenly snapped wide open.
I looked at Edward in front of me, completely stunned.
“Edward, Michelle, what are you two doing?”
Patrick walked over slowly, a paper bag dangling from one hand.
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