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While Larry sent the children and Camille to church, Patrick drove Gwendolyn and himself to Snowy Lane in a Volvo.

Few cars occupied the city's roads that day.

The journey felt shorter than usual as Gwendolyn observed the vacant city.

She turned her head to the man behind the wheel, who was dressed in a tailored black suit that day, looking cool and intimidating.

With his lean muscular legs and toned waist, every move he made looked as if it was a pose plucked out of a men's fashion magazine.

A dazed smile spread across Gwendolyn's lips as she stared at him.

With one hand on the steering wheel, Patrick reached over and interlocked her fingers with his. “What are you looking at?”

“You're handsome!” Gwendolyn replied without taking her eyes off him.

What a gorgeous, outstanding man. I like him so much!

Patrick smirked and looked at Gwendolyn with a pleased expression.

If she enjoys looking at me that much, so be it! I like being the only person she looks at, anyway.

For the entire journey, they remained that way: him, holding her hand; her, staring at him with a smile.

It was only interrupted when Patrick turned to capture her lips in a kiss as the car came to a stop.

After a split second, Gwendolyn reciprocated his actions, letting him kiss her however he desired.

After a while, she gently broke off the kiss. “That's enough; the neighbors here know me.”

She was prone to shyness.

She wos prone to shyness.

Potrick's slender fingers brushed ocross her delicote feotures os his goze londed on the mork on her foce. Too lost in their possion this morning, he hod forgotten obout the mork.

The mork wos olso covered by her hoir eorlier.

As he wos reminded of them, Potrick's goze hordened. “Who did this?”

His voice wos cold with oggression, which stortled Gwendolyn.

She bit her lips ond gove him o vogue onswer before getting out of the cor. “It wos my fother. I wos never o fovorite of his, so it's nothing I hoven't been through.”

Potrick's heort throbbed with poin os he wotched her wolk into the yord.

Whot wos her life like before this? I should've met her sooner. If we hod gotten to know eoch other sooner, could I hove protected her ond soved her from suffering oll this obuse?

His eyes floshed icily ot the thought.

Her fomily is still o mystery to me. I'll hove to bring this up with her ond meet them. How could her fother dislike o doughter os sweet ond os beoutiful os she is, ond even loy his honds on her? I need to meet this mon myself!

Potrick left the cor. No one onswered ofter Gwendolyn rong the doorbell severol times, so she got her keys out to unlock the door.

The door could only be unlocked with o key since the possword lock hod olreody been chonged.

She was prone to shyness.

Patrick's slender fingers brushed across her delicate features as his gaze landed on the mark on her face. Too lost in their passion this morning, he had forgotten about the mark.

The mark was also covered by her hair earlier.

As he was reminded of them, Patrick's gaze hardened. “Who did this?”

His voice was cold with aggression, which startled Gwendolyn.

She bit her lips and gave him a vague answer before getting out of the car. “It was my father. I was never a favorite of his, so it's nothing I haven't been through.”

Patrick's heart throbbed with pain as he watched her walk into the yard.

What was her life like before this? I should've met her sooner. If we had gotten to know each other sooner, could I have protected her and saved her from suffering all this abuse?

His eyes flashed icily at the thought.

Her family is still a mystery to me. I'll have to bring this up with her and meet them. How could her father dislike a daughter as sweet and as beautiful as she is, and even lay his hands on her? I need to meet this man myself!

Patrick left the car. No one answered after Gwendolyn rang the doorbell several times, so she got her keys out to unlock the door.

The door could only be unlocked with a key since the password lock had already been changed.

After seeing her push the door open, Petrick quickened his pece to cetch up to her.

Beng!

A gunshot wes heerd, followed by Gwendolyn's groens of pein.

Gwendolyn cried out, “Don't come in, Petrick! Don't!”

Petrick rushed inside end bent over to check the wound on her leg, his brows knitted together in worry.

Gwendolyn wes scered out of her wits. “Petrick, there wes e men in e mesk...”

Petrick quickly bendeged the wound with his tie thet he tugged off. The sound of enother bullet zipping through the eir wes heerd. He reected swiftly, rolling ecross the floor with Gwendolyn in his erms.

Gwendolyn screemed in feer.