Chapter 372


    Seeing his reaction, Cynthia was satisfied. That was exactly what she wanted. A youthful, tight, and


    flexible body. What kind of man would not fall in love with her? She believed that Patrick was no


    exception.


    But even so, if Patrick could remain unmoved, it didn''t matter. Cynthia had got her cousin to buy


    some drugs for pleasure from the ck market. Patrick would have no chance to run away from


    her!


    Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Patrick in the crowd. She rolled her eyes and suddenly spoke


    to the man in a suit beside her sweetly, "I told you I had a date. Why do you keep badgering me and


    force me to get a room with you!"


    "What are you talking about?" The man in the suit looked bewildered. He did want to hook up with


    Cynthia, but she had dered that she had a lover. Now he just wanted to have a drink quietly. Why


    did this chick dere that he wanted to have a room with her?


    "Gorgeous, I..." Just as he was about to exin, his cor was abruptly picked up, and then he was


    thrown behind by someone unknown.


    The suited man, who was thrown away by the force, hit the cab on his back, sending bottles all


    over the ground...


    As for Cynthia, she put on a mask of fear, walked to Patrick, and put her fair arms around his neck


    like snakes before she breathed to him softly. "I am all right now. Don''t make trouble because of


    me..."


    Patrick expressionlessly looked at the man in a suit as he got up from the ground. Instead of


    avoiding troubles, Patrick preferred a fight. The man in a suit looked somewhat simr to Hobart in


    terms of temperament. They both looked furtive!


    If the suited man could hear what Patrick was thinking, he would surely kneel and exim that he


    had been misunderstood.


    "You b*stard, wait here. My friends and I will teach you a lesson!" After leaving the cliche that


    frequently appeared in TV shows, the suited man hobbled away with his hands covering his back.


    As soon as he left, several waiters in the bar immediately surrounded them. They pointed to the


    broken bottles and said to Patrick, "Sir, we do business and are most afraid of you troublemakers. If


    you don''t want us to call the police, why don''t you pay the bill?"


    Patrick took out a silver card from the inside lining of his clothes. He raised it to the waiters without


    even looking up and said, "Take as much as it


    costs."


    Seeing the silver card, the waiters were all dumbfounded. This wasn''t amonly used bank card


    or credit card. It was the limited released supreme card that could only be used by the noblest! No


    one in Northville had ever seen the card used.


    "Okay, sir. I''ll give it back to you right away."


    Noting the obvious change in the waiters'' attitude and how other people viewed them differently,


    Cynthia was satisfied, as if Patrick were her man.


    It was a pity that before she could enjoy the satisfaction for longer, she was gently pushed by


    Patrick, who informed coldly, "He has already gone."


    "Oh, he''s gone?" Cynthia fixed her hair and reluctantly withdrew from Patrick''s arms. She said with


    worship in her eyes, "Patrick, you''re amazing. That man was intimidated by a single nce from


    you and run away."


    To Patrick, this kind ofpliment was not at all new. He snapped his fingers, signaling the


    bartender to bring him a new drink, and started to take the alcohol regardless of others.


    Watching him bury himself in his drink with an unapproachable vibe, Cynthia couldn''t help asking,


    "Patrick, do you have something on your mind?"


    "No." Patrick cast a nce at her, which was so charming that Cynthia almost forgot to breathe.


    She bit her lip and said, "I''m going to the bathroom. I''ll be back soon."


    "Okay," Patrick replied simply with a word.


    Cynthia didn''t really need to go to the bathroom. She turned a corner, making sure that Patrick


    could not see her, and stopped a young woman who looked like a punk, "Miss, would you do me a


    favor?"


    The punk breathed out smoke, not interested in talking to Cynthia until she saw a pile of cash


    Cynthia gave her. Then she asked earnestly, "What''s the matter?"


    When Cynthia emerged again, she saw the punk was pushing a drink in her hand to Patrick''s lips.


    Judging from her mouth, Cynthia knew that she was trying to persuade Patrick to drink.


    Probably because he was in a bad mood, Patrick epted the drink from her and emptied it.


    "That''s great!"


    Seeing the drugged cocktail was taken by Patrick, Cynthia was utterly excited!


    ording to her original n, the punk should have left after giving Patrick the drink, but she was


    now still by Patrick''s side, regardless of Cynthia''s order!


    With her eyes cold, Cynthia came to them, acting like she was Patrick''s wife. Cynthia red at the


    punk obsessed with the good-looking man until she turned around. Since she had epted


    Cynthia''s money, the punk touched her nose and let out a hollowugh before she left slowly with


    regret.


    When facing Patrick, Cynthia quickly switched to a gentle look. "I''m back."


    This time, Patrick didn''t even bother to say a word. He merely nodded.


    Since Cynthia had achieved half of her goal, she decided to patiently wait for the drug Patrick had


    taken to kick in before she took him away.


    Sure enough, the drug provided by her cousin did not disappoint Cynthia. Besides, mixed with


    alcohol, the effect was double. Not longter, Patrick pulled his cor with a strange look on his


    face.


    Cynthia hurried to ask, "Patrick, what''s wrong?"


    "I''m hot..."


    "Hot? How so? It''s winter now."


    Patrick turned to look at her with a confused expression. In a hoarse voice, he said, "I don''t know


    either."


    It was the first time she had ever seen Patrick aroused. "Why don''t we... go home?" she asked, her


    eyes wide and her mouth dry.


    "Home? Yes, I should go home..." With that, Patrick pushed his hands on the bar and stood up.


    Unsteady on his feet, he stumbled.


    "Be careful!" Cynthia curled up her lips secretly as she held him still with her hands.


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    As if being scalded, Patrick immediately shook off her hands and warned her as he met her sad


    gaze, "Stay away from me. I don''t feel right."


    Cynthiaforted him. "Maybe you feel a tightness in your chest because of the stuffy air here. You


    should be better if we go out."


    Patrick agreed and nodded. With Cynthia, he left the club.


    After walking out of the door, Patrick heard Cynthia say, "Since you are not feeling well, how about


    we take a taxi? It will be safer."


    Patrick didn''t reply. He felt like he were boiling and just wanted to calm himself down in the snow.


    Cynthia''s voice, appearance, as well as her hands on his arm all seemed to be so tempting. He


    wanted to touch them and feel them!


    While Patrick was unable to think clearly, Cynthia promptly stopped a taxi and lured him into the car.