Chapter 132

Suddenly, Patrick stepped on something and fell down.

Before he fell, he did not hold his lifesaver, but let go of her hand and fell on the sofa, covered in sand.

He always called her a fool.

In fact, he was the fool.

Patrick laid there, and said self-deprecatingly: "Look at me, I'm so happy that I can't even walk."

Alice laughed, then extended her hand out to him and said gently, "Stand up."

Patrick looked at her hand. Her fingers were white and slender, and the shape of her hand was very beautiful. That time in the snow, she was still a girl. Even her hand was small, it can help him up.

Patrick stared at her hand in a daze.

"What's wrong?"

Alice asked.

Patrick stared at her hands, "If I had been in the snow that year, and still had a sliver of strength left, I would definitely have done one thing."

"What is it?"

Alice asked in confusion. She stopped her hand in mid-air when suddenly, Patrick took her hand and grabbed her.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

Caught off guard, Alice fell onto his body with a scream, and her entire body pressing heavily on top of his body.

He held her left arm in time to keep it from trembling.

"Is it fun?" Patrick smiled at her like a naughty child.

"Not fun."

Alice answered honestly, struggling to get up. He grabbed her, not allowing her to get away. He laid on the sand, grabbed a handful of sand and sprinkled it on her body, then said with a pity, "This is not snow, otherwise it would be much more romantic."

"You know it too, stop sprinkling it."

Alice hid her head.

She didn't think it was romantic.

Patrick was addicted to playing, so he sprinkled some sand on her, as if he wanted to recover the memories that belonged to two people.

Alice was unable to stand up, so she could only lift her head up and sprinkle some sand on Patrick's neck. He hugged her tightly.

She lay down on his chest again, held tight by him. The sand in her hand spilling back into the ground.

This kind of extremely intimate feeling made William's face inexplicably appear in front of her eyes.

Alice's face turned white. She instantly lost all interest in playing around, laughed and said gently: Alright, get up, if people outside knew that you, the dignified Crown Prince of Miller, was playing with sand, many people would have gone blind with your titanium dog eyes."

Patrick said with a look of helplessness, "They also didn't know that the Miller's Crown Prince was once blind."

Other people knew that he was the Crown Prince of Miller.

As long as Alice knew that he was only Patrick.

Hearing that, Alice leaned on his chest, a look of unease flashing past her eyes.

Having been blinded, being raised by his parents, so this had always been an obstacle in Patrick's heart.

Patrick laid there and stared at her deeply. In the darkness of the night, her face was exceptionally charming. She looked at him with her eyes that had just been wet with tears. Her pale lips were alluring him.

Patrick's throat tightened, and he slowly raised his head to lean towards her.

Alice knew what he wanted to do and subconsciously shrunk back. Patrick pressed his hand on her back and continued to lean towards her.

Alice stared at him blankly. She didn't blush at all and at the same time, she couldn't find any reason to reject him.

She stared at his handsome face as it drew closer and closer to her Suddenly, the sound of a car could be heard in the amusement park under the night sky.

The strong lights shone down on them...

The two of them were dazzled by the light. They looked forward at the same time and only saw the intense spotlight.

"Come on, be careful. Get up."

Patrick helped Alice to stand up from the sand, and looked towards the direction of the lights with a frown, raising his feet and walking forward.

Alice suddenly realized something, and immediately grabbed onto his hand, her voice hoarse with fear, "Don't go over there."

"What's wrong?"

Patrick looked down at her, and her hands were trembling.

There was a whistling sound, and suddenly the car was speeding toward them, its headlights shining down on them.

"Let's go!"

Patrick then grabbed Alice's hand and quickly retreated, leaving the sofa.

The car also veered, still racing toward them. Over the sand, the tires lifting up a lot of sand Patrick continuously pulled Alice back.

The car drove like it wanted them dead.

Seeing that it was about to crash into her, Alice did not think much of it and rushed forward to stand in front of Patrick.

Patrick looked at Alice in shock. He didn't have time to pull her back.

The car drove on crazily.

Immediately, there was a loud sound of brakes, and the black car suddenly stopped in front of Alice.

The distance between her and the car was less than 20 cm.

Heavy brake marks were left on the ground.

Alice watched dumbfoundedly with a pale face and messy legs.

"Alice, what are you doing?" Patrick reacted, holding her from behind, and berated her, "How can you block in front of me?"

Alice blurted out, "I'm used to it."

As when he was young, he couldn't see, and many things were blocked by her.

She was used to taking care of him.

Hearing that, Patrick's heart ached as he frowned, "I've already recovered my sight, idiot."

He was a man, and he didn't need her to protect him.

Alice was still standing there in a daze. Her eyes were unwell from the car's headlights as she was pulled to the side.

Patrick wanted to step forward, but seeing that Alice's expression was bad, he could only embrace her in his arms. He gently patted her back and comforted her, "Alright, alright, everything is fine."

"Bang!"

The car door was suddenly pushed open.

Under the night sky, a tall figure walked out of the car, bringing him a strong and hazy aura, as if a demon from hell had suddenly appeared.

William.

He stood at the back of the car, his black shirt almost blending with the night sky. There was not a single trace of emotion on his handsome face, his slightly mixed features were cold and deep. His black pupils were staring at them with a sinister gaze, as if he was about to kill someone.

Upon seeing him, Alice's eyes widened in shock, and her hands and feet instantly went ice-cold.

In that moment, she could clearly see from William's facethat her dream was shattered.

Even if she did not want to wake up, there would be people forcing her to wake up. That person was William.

"You two had a good time."

William was so angry that he laughed instead, and his thin lip raised up to form a mocking arc.

As he smiled, his black eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty intent.

Alice blocked in front of Patrick, but fear rising from both of her legs.

The words that Daniel had warned her before echoed in her ears. She absolutely could not let William know of the relationship between her and Patrick.

But now, he knew everything.

Not only did he know it, but he also saw her and Patrick rolling in the sand.

William slowly walked out from the back of the car and every step he took produced a dull thud.

When Patrick saw William, an unexpected look flashed past his eyes. He calmly pushed Alice behind him and looked at William indifferently, "Mr.Cullen, you have to pay for killing someone with your life."

William stared at her, who was hiding behind Patrick, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

He told her to stop.

He had been searching around this place for a long time, but he had never imagined that he would be greeted with such a scene.

Alice.

Patrick.

Sister.

Brother-in-law.

Heh.

What a good play.

"Alice, come here."

William didn't pay attention to Patrick as he stared at the slim figure behind him with his black eyes and spoke with a cold voice.

"..." Alice stood behind Patrick. Hearing this, she felt like she was suffocating, and was unable to breathe.

Fear came at her.

But she could not be weak, she could not implicate Patrick.

She moved her leg stiffly, wanting to stand up but Patrick held her hand.

Patrick comforted her and looked at William, "Mr.Cullen, as a man, you shouldn't force a woman."

Force a woman.

Was she telling Patrick this, that he had been forcing her?

"What is it? Did she tell you I was forcing her? Didn't she tell you how nice she sounded when we are in bed? " William hated the calmness on Patrick's face, as if he was the victor.

Hearing that, Patrick's face turned white.

Seeing his expression turn ugly, William was happy to tear apart his calmness. Alice was so embarrassed that her fingers were trembling.

Patrick felt that and held her hand even more tightly, "I don't believe it, Alice. It's fine, leave it to me."

Alice's face was still pale white.

William stared at Patrick's hand that was holding Alice's. The night wind blew past him, and covered him like a knife.

He suddenly took a step forward and extended his fist out, ruthlessly punching Patrick in the face.

"Bam!"

Patrick was beaten up so badly that he turned his head to the side, but his hands held Alice even more tightly.

"Patrick!"

Alice looked at Patrick in shock.

"Try calling his name again!" William glared at Alice sinisterly. He could no longer contain the anger in his body, and was roaring at the top of his lungs.

She even dared to call Patrick's name just in front of him.

What else did she dare to do in front of him, make him watch them going to bed?

Alice looked into his eyes in fear.

"William, don't drag a woman into this." Patrick spat out a mouthful of blood and pushed her away, looking at William calmly.

William raised his leg and kicked him, "Alright, today I will kill you!"

Another ruthless kick.

Patrick retreated a few steps, his hand pressing on his stomach. In the next second, his eyes revealed a trace of viciousness, and he suddenly rushed towards William.

The two men fought.

Alice stood to the side and all of this was completely thrown into chaos.

In that moment, nothing she said was of any use.

She watched the two men fight to the death.

The night was cool.

Patrick's stamina was no match for William's, so he was defeated and pressed onto a tree and beaten up by William.

William repeatedly punched his face, his eyes filled with madness.

The corner of Patrick's lips was smeared with blood.

"Don't Alice rushed over and tried to pull William away.

William was still in the fire, so he pushed her away with a flip of his hand.