With that said, Patrick shot Gwendolyn a sidelong glare. “Won’t you know if you’ve done it or not? Don’t you feel anything down there?” This woman is so clueless.
Gwendolyn wiped her tears as she shook her head. I’m so glad it didn’t happen.
“How do I know?”
She had never experienced it before. However, those nights that she had dreamed about it, she felt exhausted, and it felt uncomfortable there.
Now, she did not feel tired, but she had a headache.
She was certain it was only because she had drunk too much alcohol, as she did not feel anything different down there.
Seeing that she had stopped crying upon knowing that nothing had happened, Patrick felt like bullying her again.
He was feeling conflicted. Although he wanted to bully her, he was afraid to see her cry.
Gwendolyn glanced around and asked, “Where… Where are my clothes?”
Patrick put his hands underneath the pillow and stared at her, smirking at how flustered she was.
“Look around the floor. You took off your clothes along the way last night. I don’t know where they are.”
Gwendolyn’s face reddened instantly when she imagined the thrilling scene.
Then she tapped herself on the face to warn herself. Gwendolyn! Don’t you dare drink alcohol again! Look at what you’ve done with this man after drinking so much. If this happens again, you’re no different from Candace. Felicia will come to you and call you a mistress!
With that thought in mind, she picked her shirt from the floor and quickly put it on.
Although she was extremely quick, Patrick still managed to steal a glance at her soft chest. In fact, he had enjoyed touching them the previous night.
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