Patrick stood in front of the sofa, pondering over things related to Gloria.
Suddenly, he heard light footsteps behind him. Patrick was a werewolf, and he had a keen sense of hearing and smell. Thus, he knew at once that it was Gloria. Patrick turned his head. Seeing how tentative Gloria was, he began to get furious again. His wolf always emphasized that Gloria was their mate, but he never wanted to admit it. He hated to admit that the cowardly, humble woman in front of him was his mate. However, Patrick couldn't manage to ignore the fact that she was standing right there. Also, she could always affect his mood easily. "Stop right there. Where are you going?" said Patrick. "I'm going to work, Mr. Hammond," Gloria replied calmly. She sounded respectful, but Patrick could still sense her stubbornness. "Work? With your current condition? Do you know you almost died just now?" Patrick shouted in anger, again at GlorChristine immediately sensed something from Leonard's words. After all, she had managed to take a place in Fittro Club for years. Her delicate brows furrowed as she asked, "Hold on. A dangerous job? What are you referring to?" Christine thought, 'Gloria must have lost her mind. She hasn't fully recovered yet, and she has already come back here, asking me for a job. However, I'm not insane or stupid. Who says I'm going to give her what she wants?' Christine said seriously, "I'm not that heartless, OK? She came back before she recovered, but I never gave her any work to do. Well, the only exception is that unfamiliar guest a few days ago. But he didn't give her a hard time." Leonard didn't think Christine was lying. He probed, "You know Toby, from Blue Moon Pack, right?" "Toby? The Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack? Yes, I know him. What about him?" Christine asked in confusion. "He was a guest here today. He was in Room 3 on the third floor." Leo
Christine walked very fast. She soon reached the Public Relations Department's lounge and walked past it toward the manager's office. Her stilettos tapped against the marble tiles, and she looked angry. The staff trembled in fear as they watched Christine walk straight toward her destination. She kicked the office door open, making a huge noise. Christine roared furiously, "Emily, I want an explanation!" Emily was startled. She looked at Christine, who appeared out of the blue, and asked, "Christine, what's going on?" Christine walked into the office and slammed the door shut, blocking those probing gazes. She stood at the door with her arms crossed. Looking at Emily coldly, she said, "Who said you could arrange work for Gloria? Don't you know that she is still sick? Did you have my permission?" Emily felt relieved and dissatisfied when she heard that Christine was here for Gloria. Emily said, "Christine, I'm the manager of t
The call girls in the Public Relations Department's lounge were surprised to see Emily panic. They heard Christine's voice from before dimly. However, they did not know what had happened between Emily and Christine. "What did Gloria do this time? Christine is here, asking Emily to find Gloria herself!" "What does Gloria have anything to do with you?" "Well, that's true." They were talking, yet Emily didn't have time to listen to their conversation at all. She rushed into the public lounge as fast as she could. She saw Gloria, who was in the lounge. "Gloria, you..." Emily was used to talking to Gloria arrogantly. Suddenly, she recalled Christine's words. She coughed awkwardly and softened her tone, saying, "Are you alright?" Gloria was puzzled. She thought, 'Since when did you care about me?' "I'm fine," Gloria said. "I want to ask you something. It's about Room 3 on the third floor." Gloria stiffened.
Leonard frowned at Christine's words. He did not agree with Christine. Christine joined the Black Thorn Pack later, whilst he was always by Patrick's side, protecting Patrick. In Leonard's eyes, Gabrielle, Damon's sister, was the love of Patrick's life. Gloria was nothing to him. He said with dissatisfaction, "There are some things that you don't know. Don't give random comments." Christine smiled. She figured that Leonard was the one with all self-righteousness. "Call her over," Leonard said as he pointed at Lillian's photo. Christine nodded. She disliked Lillian anyway. Lillian was called to Christine's office. On Lillian's way here, she had been uneasy all along. "Christine." Lillian now was very humble. Unlike the first time she went to Christine's office, she was no longer contemptuous when talking to Christine. "I'll cut to the chase. Tell us about what happened in the room on the third floor today," Christine sa
"Lillian, I told you to be kind the last time I spoke to you. Obviously, you didn't take my words seriously at all. You brought it to yourself. You have no reason or right to hate anyone," Christine looked at Lillian and said with blunt hatred in her eyes. Christine then looked at Gloria and continued, "Gloria, you don't need to help her. She deserved it." Lillian cried hard. She was no longer as arrogant as she had been before when she faced Gloria. Grabbing Gloria's clothes in both hands, she begged, "Gloria, please! Help me. This is the first time I've ever asked you for anything." Gloria stood in situ expressionlessly. She was amused by Lillian's words. She said, "That's right. This is the first time. Because the boss of Fittro Club won't believe you this time even if I play along with you and help you lie." "Gloria, you're here to twist the knife, aren't you?" Lillian's face was full of grief and indignation. She looked like she knew
Patrick thought, 'Do as I say? Is that how you were, Gloria Carter? I don't think so.' Patrick put his hand up. His arm was propped on the arm of the sofa while he supported his chin with his hand, looking lazy. He looked at the woman in front of him silently. Time ticked, and Gloria began to feel restless. Patrick never looked away from her face. The light was too dim for her to see the emotion on his face. Occasionally, she would look up tentatively, yet she could only see his cold eyes in the dimness. A few minutes later, she finally gave in, finding it hard to keep sitting still anymore. She raised her head and said, "Mr. Hammond, I'm here to ask you to forgive someone." She cut to the chase. Patrick nodded while sitting on the sofa. He said lazily, "I know. I was waiting for you to speak." Gloria was stunned for a second. Only then did she realize that the reason why Patrick was sitting there and staring at
Gloria thought, 'I know what it's like to owe someone her life because I can't pay it back. Even though I am working my ass off, trying to save money to get my freedom back, I know Mica will never see any of my efforts. I don't care about Lillian. I don't like or hate her, though she is selfish and insolent, and she has crossed the line many times. Also, it's not my intention to meddle in others' business and come here to plead for her. I simply don't want to owe someone her life, whether it's a nice person or not, and whether it has something to do with me directly or not. I just don't want it whatsoever. That's why I came here after all, though I was so reluctant.' When Gloria was yelling, she said she didn't want to owe someone her life, and Patrick heard her. Patrick pondered for a while, and he had his guess. Patrick did not know that Gloria was referring to Mica. Instead, he figured that Gloria was repentant for causing Gabrie
Patrick didn't cut off the mind link. He looked at the unconscious Gloria, who was lying on the bed. He walked over and pushed her to the side. Then he slowly lifted her shirt. As her shirt was lifted gradually, his gaze landed on her waist. Patrick saw a hideous wound and his pupils contracted. "Our mate!" Leo said in a pained voice. He couldn't feel his mate. Only a faint breath told him that Gloria was his and Patrick's mate. "Who did this?" Patrick's voice was as cold as a sudden blizzard. He saw an ugly scar on the left side of Gloria's waist. He stretched out his hand, wanting to stroke it. His large hand could not help but tremble. His slender fingers touched the scar. Covered by the scar, her skin was no longer smooth. The second he touched it, he felt as if his fingertips had been scalded. Sean could tell from Patrick's voice that he was having mixed feelings. He scolded with a teasing tone, "She