She felt helpless. Leena was nowhere to be found and Michelle had not come back yet. There was no one she could turn to. She had to stay at home, agitated and nervous. No matter how much Tom insulted her, she would never be able to stop loving him.
He said that both of them needed a break; that they needed time to calm down. What about after that? Would he break up with her? It made her so nervous. She had made a lot of efforts to make him accept her. Now, she did not want him to break up with her because of this one mistake!
"Are you gonna leave it like that? Don't you want to pick it up?" Rain cocked his head. He did not want to bother himself about the ringing phone, but the phone just kept chirping and it agitated him. He was kind of jealous as no one called him like this all the time.
"It doesn't matter. Just leave it be," Tom said casually. He did not want to hear that woman's voice right now. However, Tom could not help but wonder how she was doing. That was why Tom did not turn off his phone and left it ringing. This way, he could at least be sure that she was safe. Truth be told, he felt a bit ashamed. Tom shook his head, telling himself to keep it together. Still, his heart could not help caring about her. Despite the alcohol, that woman's smile, her lovely face and her voice kept flashing through his head over and over again. He seemed to have been poisoned. The name of that poison was love and Patricia was the one who fed him the venom.
"You bastard, you are flaunting that you have a woman who cares about you, aren't you?" Rain said in a seemingly angry tone. He swirled the liquid in his glass as a wicked smirk spread on his face.
"You are thinking too much! Just keep drinking." Tom rolled his eyes at Rain. He was not so jobless that he'd bother to tease his friend about something so trivial.
It was known that Tom was the weakest drinker in their group. He got drunk in a relatively short time. Rain smiled a bit and reached out to get the ringing phone. He answered it without thinking twice.
"Hello! Tom, thank God. Finally, you picked up the damn phone! Where are you? I'll be there soon. It's really not what you think. Just let me explain myself!" Patricia launched into a rant before she could even confirm who was on the other end of the line.
"We are at Sexy World. Come over. He is drunk. I'll wait for you here." Rain pursed his lips and smiled. Apparently, he was to be the Mr. Moral to help them fix their problems. They loved each other, and Rain could tell. They should not run and hide when something went wrong.
"And you are... Rain, right?" Patricia asked in hesitation. She was not sure whom that voice belonged to.
"Yes! It's me, Rain. Hurry up and come over." Rain told her their room number and hung up.
Once, this kind of misunderstanding had happened to him too. He did not want Tom and Patricia to avoid their troubles and end up like him. Only people who had experienced that kind of heartache knew how terrible it was. It hurt far too much.
Soon, Patricia arrived at Sexy World. She felt relieved to see Tom lying on the sofa silently. Her worries vanished in an instant. She broke out in tears, as if they had not seen each other in a thousand years.
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