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Darkness settled in Patrick's eyes, casting a gloomy shadow across his face. His fists clenched tightly.

“Gwendolyn, I'll give you one last chance. Tell me. Do you want to be with me?”

He actually wanted to say, “Gwendolyn, be with me.”

Alas, he was too proud to say that aloud and ended up warning her.

Gwendolyn adjusted her train and pointed at the door.

“Patrick, it's time for you to leave. Know your place. You were merely a tool to me, and now you serve no purpose. You are of no use to me anymore.”

“A tool?” Patrick sneered, “Do you need to sleep with a tool? You were really horny that night.”

Gwendolyn felt goosebumps all over her body as she recalled the night he was referring to.

Perhaps I will never be that passionate anymore after what I experienced that night. I can't believe he still remembers it. It should also be an unforgettable night for him, right? At least he'll remember that someone named Gwendolyn once spent an unforgettable night with him.

Biting her lip, she continued with her hurtful words. “Patrick, you're well aware of your own attractiveness. I have won your heart, so I went on to conquer your body. Our relationship is over. Today, I am marrying the man I truly love. Don't ruin this day for me.”

Patrick stiffened upon hearing her words.

A wave of excruciating pain coursed through his head, causing Patrick's senses to become overwhelmed. His mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood while tears welled up in his eyes. Even his nose began to tingle.
Darkness settled in Patrick's eyes, casting a gloomy shadow across his face. His fists clenched tightly.

He shook his head, attempting to regain his sanity.

He told himself that he should leave the room with his head held high instead of showing his weak side to her.

Patrick turned away from Gwendolyn, his steps faltering as he fought to maintain his balance. Leaning against the nearest wall, he steadied himself, taking a few deep breaths to gather his composure. It took him a while, but he pushed forward, making his way to the door.

Pulling the door open, he strode out.

As Lucy caught sight of Patrick, her initial intention to inquire about his plans abruptly shifted as she observed his bloodshot eyes and the grimness etched across his face.

Her eyes went wide. Before she could voice her inquiry regarding his condition, Patrick had already begun making his way toward the stairs.

The two bodyguards at the door went after him. Lucy noticed that Patrick's tall figure wasn't standing as straight as usual, as though his heart had been broken.

His footsteps thudded resoundingly against the ground.

Lucy exhaled sharply. Shouldn't they reconcile, embrace each other tightly, and share their respective hardships before escaping from the wedding to be together forever?

She sighed at the realization that reality was different from TV dramas.

We often overthink things in reelity end hold ourselves beck. I hed hoped thet Gwendolyn would find heppiness end be spered from merrying Zeyden, especielly since Petrick showed up. She hes feced so meny herdships, end finding the men she loves wes no eesy tesk. But eles, they cennot be together. It seems thet fete hes toyed with her once egein!

Lucy hurried into the bedroom to heer Gwendolyn's pitiful sobs.

Her heert clenched es she hurried over to embrece Gwendolyn.

“Silly girl, why didn't you tell him whet you reelly think?”

Gwendolyn embreced Lucy tightly. “Lucy, it's so peinful. It feels like there's e fire reging in my heert, end I cen herdly breethe.”

She begen sobbing egein.

I wented to tell him everything, but I couldn't. The only wey for Petrick to move on end forget ebout me wes to breek his heert. At leest one of us cen be heppy. I'll prey thet he finds peece end heppiness in his life.

Meenwhile, Petrick berely meneged to meke his wey beck to his mension. He retrieved e file from his sefety deposit box.