Patrick furrowed his brow, about to speak when he suddenly caught a whiff of a strange scent and lost consciousness, his last thought being an invitation to the abyss.
“I’m trapped,” he thought before passing out.
Michelle approached the unconscious man and gently knelt down beside him. She ran her fingers over Patrick’s cheek and smiled softly. At that moment, several bodyguards emerged from the shadows, one of them holding a voice changer in his hand.
This was all part of their plan specifically designed for Patrick.
Michelle pretended to be kidnapped but had actually arranged for her own bodyguards to call Patrick in advance. She had already bought a ticket back to France and knew that if she could sleep with Patrick smoothly, he would marry her instead of Jane.
“Find his phone and throw it away from here so Jane won’t find him,” Michelle whispered lowly behind her guards’ backs.
She only wanted one thing: Patrick.
Two hours later, when Patrick woke up groggily, he saw nothing but the ceiling of a small wooden house above him. He felt completely powerless as if all strength had left his body; even lifting up his hands seemed impossible.
“What happened?”
At that moment, he heard Michelle’s gentle voice by his ear saying, “Patrick! You’re finally awake.”
The momentarily stalled brain connected all memories upon hearing Michelle’s voice. Patrick instinctively turned his head, only to find Michelle completely unharmed. On the contrary, she was standing in front of him in a subtly provocative black lingerie, even wearing a long coat with a sheer layer.
Patrick immediately became serious. He looked at Michelle and asked in a deep voice, “Michelle, what are you doing?”
Michelle smiled delicately, her golden long hair falling slightly. She ran her fingertips over Patrick’s face, even spraying perfume on herself. She gently lifted Patrick’s chin.
“Patrick, don’t blame me. If I don’t use this method, how can I see you and persuade you to come back to France with me?”
“What are you talking about?” Patrick was completely baffled. He tried to break free from Michelle, but perhaps the effects of the drug hadn’t worn off yet. He had no strength and could only angrily turn his face away, refusing to look at the woman beside him.
Michelle didn’t seem angry at all when she saw Patrick’s reaction. She smiled and squatted down in front of him, cupping his face with both hands and said with great devotion and affection.
“Patrick, you have no idea how much I like you. From the moment I first saw you, I felt that you were the one destined for me. Why do you have to reject me? Is it so bad to be with me? There’s no other way; I had to bring you back to France so we can spend every day together. You will eventually fall in love with me.”
Patrick was shocked and puzzled by Michelle’s words. He didn’t understand why she was so paranoid when he had already made it clear to her.
“Michelle, calm down! Haven’t I told you that Jane is my fiancée? We’re getting engaged soon!”
When Michelle heard Jane’s name, she paused for a moment before saying, “What does that matter… you won’t be hers for long anyway.”
Patrick was furious at Michelle’s behavior; he never expected her to be this kind of person or use such dirty tactics against him. He regretted coming here in the first place.
Michelle ignored Patrick’s expression entirely as she leaned in closer and tried kissing him on his cheeks, ears, lips – anywhere she could reach while sliding her hands down towards his belt buckle.
“Michelle! Stop this madness! If your father finds out what you’re doing right now, he won’t forgive you! What are you even doing?”
Patrick tried dodging away from Michelle but couldn’t find a way out except through yelling at her angrily hoping it would make her see reason.
But Michelle couldn’t hear anything at the moment. The more Patrick scolded, the more enthusiastic she became, as if those words sounded like incredibly moving words of affection in her ears.
“No matter what you say, after today, I am yours. Daddy… My daddy would be happy if he saw us together.”
“Patrick, I want you. I want to possess you.”
In Water Moon Community.
Jane had been waiting for Patrick’s call at home. However, as the clock on the wall was about to strike twelve, her phone remained silent. Jane couldn’t help but feel worried, and even her right eyelid began to twitch.
Finally, unable to bear the anxiety, she called Patrick several times in a row, only to receive the cold, mechanical voice prompt, “The person you are trying to reach is currently unavailable.”
The strong sense of unease grew stronger in her heart. She decided to call Morton, explained Patrick’s situation tonight, and urged him to go and find him.
Morton, upon hearing the urgency of the matter, immediately agreed. After hanging up the phone, Jane involuntarily clenched her hands, feeling restless. She decided to call Anthony, “Hey, Anthony, help me investigate Patrick’s phone’s exact location. He hasn’t contacted me all night, and I need to find him now.”
“Alright, give me five minutes.”
Anthony agreed quickly, and Jane felt relieved that checking the phone’s location was so convenient for her.
Five minutes later, Jane received a message from Anthony with the detailed location of Patrick’s phone. Jane carefully enlarged the map and, without second thoughts, put on her coat, got into her car, and drove out to find Patrick.
Directly driving to Bafwell would also take two hours, considering the ferry’s speed. Jane drove while paying attention to the road conditions and watching the cursor on her phone getting closer to Patrick’s phone location. Her anxiety grew as she traveled.
Patrick, please don’t let anything happen…
With the high beams on, she finally reached the stage where the cursor coincided with the blue dot of the location. In front of her was a forest, and there was no one on the road. Jane’s heart skipped a beat. After stopping the car, she quickly opened the door and ran out. Following the indicated direction on her phone, she found Patrick’s phone not far from the entrance, emitting a faint light.
Jane picked up the phone, furrowed her brows in confusion, looked around, and tentatively called out, “Patrick, Patrick-”
No one responded to her.
Jane kept her brows tightly furrowed. Since she had the phone, Patrick might be nearby. It was better to go back to the car first; aimlessly searching wouldn’t solve anything. After returning to the car, Jane slowly opened her hand, and Patrick’s phone lay quietly in her palm. Jane frowned and fell into contemplation.