Chapter 759

Chapter 759

Patrick frowned and didn’t say anything. Lucy was anxious and wondered what the hell had

happened.

“Handsome, is this your first time here?” At this moment, a woman wearing sexy black straps with

heavy makeup walked over in a coquettish voice.

Lucy was not surprised by this. Patrick was the one who would attract women.

Patrick himself was annoyed. Usually, he would ask his subordinates to chase away these women.

What the hell was going on today? Patrick didn't ask her to do so. Lucy raised her eyebrows and

looked at this woman with anticipation and excitement.

"Handsome, why don’t you drink the cocktails that you ordered?” The pungent smell of perfume

pounced on him

The sexy woman looked at him with her deep eyes. She deliberately reached out to pick up a glass

of red wine. She slowly kissed the glass and left her lipstick on it. She sucked the wine with obvious

seduction and flirtation until there was only half of the wine left. Her soft body naturally leaned over

to his legs, and her left hand hooked around his neck. “Take a sip.” She handed the remaining wine

in her right hand to him.

Lucy was dumbfounded because her boss didn't push that woman away!

Patrick looked indifferently at the coquettish woman on his lap and the glass with red lipstick on it.

He remained silent.

"Come and take a sip.” Such a playgirl’s voice was coquettish and she deliberately rubbed her thighs

against his sensitive part.

Patrick felt that it was the limit he could endure.

“Get up!” His voice was cold, but anyone with a clear mind could tell how disgusted he was.

The woman seemed to have been poured a basin of cold water. She was shocked and did not know

what she should do.

“Fuck off!”

Patrick was extremely disgusted with the body which was snuggling up to him. His words were so

cold and frightening that they made others tremble. The woman was also smart and she quickly got

up in a panic.

After spending so much time in nightclubs, it was easy for her to know who couldn't be provoked,

and the one in front of her was an example.

The woman did not dare to say anything more and left in embarrassment.

Patrick still had the perfume and the woman's scent on him, which made him extremely

uncomfortable. This kind of discomfort was different from that in the afternoon.

He could not tell what was wrong, but he vaguely understood that he did not hate what happened

in the afternoon.

Patrick casually picked up a cocktail on the table and drank it in one gulp. The beautiful cocktails

were like beautiful women. He usually didn't like to drink them at all. After drinking one, he still felt

that the taste was not suitable for him. Today, he was just curious..

Was it because of that female student in the afternoon that he suddenly became curious?

For some reason, Patrick seemed to be in a state of restlessness again. He drank cocktails like water

as if he was eager to get an answer, but he couldn't find it.

Lucy looked at his gloomy face, which meant that he was in a bad mood. Now she didn't dare to say

anything.

After Patrick finished a dozen glasses of wine on the table, he seemed to be a little drunk. When he

thought of what happened this afternoon, he still felt that it was a dream.

“Boss,” Lucy called him tentatively.

Patrick's mind seemed to be still on the quiet street at dusk. He muttered vaguely, “I seem to have

met an angel.”

Angel.

Angel was such a romantic word. How could it come from Patrick's mouth?

Lucy was in a state of shock.

Did she hear it wrong?

An angel? That was not an angel. That couldn't be an angel.

Patrick tried his best to recall the afternoon scene. It was sunset, there were lush trees on the quiet

streets, and

she fell from the sky.

How could an angel be so unreasonable?

For the first time, he forgot how he got back to the hotel because he had drunk too much, probably

also because his mind was repeating the same scene and kept recalling the same person.

When he woke up the next day, Patrick smashed the crystal lamp in front of his bed into pieces with

a loud and clear sound. He looked at the broken pieces scattered on the ground, still unable to calm

down. His face looked gloomy and complicated.

His chest seemed to be burning with anger, which could not be easily subsided.

He glared at the debris on the ground and clenched his hands into fists. The shame, embarrassment,

and

indignation in his heart were mixed into emotions he could not understand.

Patrick's face was livid and his body stiffened. He turned around, walked to the bathroom, and

slammed the door again.

Then cold water showered him. He endured the strange shame in his heart and quickly took off his

pants. There was white and sticky mucus on it.

Patrick knew what it was and it was normal for men.

He was just very angry. Why did he seem to be in such a mess at this moment?

He had a feeling of losing control.

He hated the feeling of losing control because of that girl, who he had been thinking about last

night and who was the reason why his body was out of control.

But he didn’t even know who she was. How could that be?

How could he think about her all night and have that kind of desire about her?

Cold water was splashed on Patrick's burning body, but nothing could make him understand the

feeling, the feeling of losing control.

Was there something wrong with his body?

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