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Gwendolyn was struck dumb by the hit. She nearly screamed when she felt the arms around her waist and his thighs pressing against her rear.

Hearing his words, she narrowed her eyes slightly.

“Let go of me, Patrick. It is none of your business about my positions. If you want to try it, do it yourself!” She twisted her body as she struggled, attempting to break free.

However, it only served to darken the man's expression. Her actions had turned him on.

His lips pursed, and he gave another slap on her buttock.

“Don't move.” His icy voice was laced with a warning tone.

Gwendolyn wanted to straighten up, yet she couldn't do so with Patrick hugging her. The posture began to tire her out.

Infuriated, she threw the books back on the floor. “Let go! My waist is going to break!”

However, her scoldings sounded like an invitation to him. This woman is deliberately seducing me, huh? Such words would only make me excited.

Thus, his arms tightened around her slim waist involuntarily, pressing her down. He closed his eyes to enjoy the touch of her body.

Gwendolyn felt that her waist was on the verge of snapping into two. She struggled once more and straightened herself, placing her hand on his. “Let go! Hurry up!”

This fellow is taking advantage of me again! Ugh! How I wish I could prick him with a needle! However, I'm worried that his heart couldn't take it.

For a while, both sides were at an impasse. After some time, Patrick finally released her.

He had resumed his aloof and apathetic demeanor once again.

Staring at her indifferently, he said, “Don't wear such a short skirt anymore. Do you hear me?”

After regaining her freedom, Gwendolyn tugged her skirt down, not forgetting to glare at him. “How is this any of your concern, Patrick Lowen?”

The man smiled deviously. “Of course, it is. You were obviously seducing me just now.”

Then, he took a step forward and pinched her chin, not giving her the chance to move a bit.

Startled again, Gwendolyn widened her eyes in fear.

“Don't you kiss me, Patrick Lowen! O-Otherwise, I'm going to stab you!”

She waved the ring on her finger menacingly, signaling him to take caution.

Patrick had experienced its prowess before. The ring could easily exhaust one's strength within five minutes.

It was a useful tool to be carried everywhere with her. However, he didn't want her to use it against him.

“I may truly be dead if you prick me with it again.” Let's terrify her!

Gwendolyn actually believed him. Not daring to stab him, she softened her voice and said, “Mr. Lowen, you have a fiancée, and I'm a mother of three. We should keep a distance from each other. Do you understand? I don't wish to be called a homewrecker.”