Chapter 84

Patrick tilted his head, running his fingers through his still-wet hair,sending droplets flying in a little arc. He glanced at Emily's pouty face and found it kind of adorable. "Dry my hair," he ordered, his voice carrying a hint of expectation.

When Emily didn'trespond, Patrick's face hardened. Growing impatient,she tossed a dry towel at his head. "Do it yourself, then clean up and get out. Don't think a few sweet words will make me take you in."

Patrick's irritation flared up when Emily told him to leave again. 'Why's she always so stubborn?' he thought, roughly drying his hair as if taking out his frustration on the towel. He shot her a look, then stormed into the master bedroom. slamming the door behind him.

The loud bang of the door startled Emily. She glared at the closed door,her anger boiling over. "Patrick, you jerk! That's my room! What are you doing in there? Get out! I haven't even showered yet. How am I supposed to shower with you in there?"

Patrick swung the door open again, his eyes filled with impatience and a mocking glint. He grabbed Emily, trying to undress her. Shocked, she crossed her arms over her chest. "What are you doing? If you don't stop. I'Il call the police."

Patrick, acting like a rogue, pushed her onto the bed and taunted her,"Scream all you want, no one's coming to save you."Lu Wen found the awkward Emily to be quite interesting. She was nothing like the way she used to be, just lounging around like a couch potato.

As Emily felt Patrick's intent gaze upon her, she instinctively pushed against his solid chest, her legs straining against him. Perhaps she was just

being foolish. When he kept his distance, she ached for him, but now that he was trying to claim her, every fiber of her being resisted.

Yet, it was evident that she didn't truly understand men. Patrick noticed her reluctance, and a surge of desire ignited within him. It felt as if she was caught in a dance of rejection and invitation. With a swift motion,he seized her wrist, pinning both of her hands above her head, while his other hand ventured to caress the softness of her breast.

Emily's resistance grew more frantic, her heart sinking into despair and helplessness. Patrick spread her legs with his own, her thin nightgown outlining her genitals. With her legs restrained, she could only wiggle her hips and waist, feeling utterly helpless.

Anticipating that Emily might speak up. Patrick quickly kissed her, his heart pounding with longing and urgency. He wanted to silence her, to stop her from refusing him. His lips moved skillfully over hers, his tongue exploring her mouth, drawing out her sweet tongue and sucking deeply.

Every move Emily made was countered and dominated by Patrick. She felt humiliated and helpless, unsure how to escape his grasp. His hand slid from her chest to her abdomen, stopping at her thighs. Under his touch,her thighs tingled with unwanted desire.

Just as Patrick was about to go further, he noticed tears streaming down Emily's face. He froze, a mix of emotions surging within him. He hadn't expected her resistance to be so strong. His erection pressed against her thigh,but he hesitated.

Emily gritted her teeth, her heart filled with fear and despair. She licked her bitten lips, her tongue brushing the corner of her mouth, and Patrick's desire nearly erupted. But seeing her tears, he held back.

In a hoarse voice, he asked, "You really don't want to do this?" Confusion and disappointment filled his heart; he didn't understand why she was resisting. Emily's tears kept flowing, and she let out a soft sob. She thought about how if Patrick acted as usual, the baby wouldn't be safe. His intensity always left her exhausted, sometimes even causing her to faint before he was done. Now that she was pregnant. she couldn't endure his roughness and dominance. Her tears flowed uncontrollably at the thought of this.

When he saw her cry. Patrick's overwhelming desire began to fade. He reached out, gently brushing his fingertips across her cheek. His heart ached with helplessness as he faced the weeping Emily, unsure of what to do. "If you don't want to, I won't do it," he said softly.

Emily whispered. "I'm sorry. I'm sick. The doctor said I'm not allowed to have sex right now." Her heart was filled with guilt and helplessness; she was unsure how to explain her situation to Patrick. Hearing her words,Patrick turned to the side of the bed, sighing deeply, trying to calm himself down. His heart was filled with doubt and worry as he wondered what illness she had.

With her head lowered, Emily lay on Patrick's chest and softly said, "Let me help you." Patrick thought, 'Even if it's not the full act, it's better than nothing.' With that in mind, he let Emily proceed. His heart was a mix of impulsive desire and concern for her.

Patrick's absence from the Rivera Manor for two consecutive days finally made Jennifer feel that something was wrong. In the garden, sunlight shone on the vibrant flowers, but it couldn't dispel Jennifer's worries.Sitting in a garden chair, furrowing her brow, she asked Efren, who was standing behind her, "Did you arrange the things I asked you to last time?"