The woman left, but her words were still in Emerald’s mind. Patrick did not care about the woman, Emerald didn’t care about her contempt tone either. She just felt a little uncomfortable, and she recollected something, so she grabbed Patrick’s shirt. “There is one thing that I want to ask you for a long time.” The dizzy light and loud music made her bold. He looked down at her shining eyes and said, “Go on.” In the loud music, her lips approached his ear, and she said softly, “did you do a body checkup for other women before me?” He wanted to laugh suddenly, and he did. And before she got back, he held her into his arms and lifted her leg to let her sit on him.Such a close pose made her want to push him away unconsciously. But he ignored her, and his eyes were as dark as night, “No. Except you.” She then became quiet and looked at him in surprise, “...Why?” “Only you...seemed to be clean.” He said with a low voice. He held her with one arm and buried his head into her hair to find her sensitive ear, “I always thought women were useless to me. And I kept you as a gift for Henry.” He took out a wet tissue on the desk and wiped his hands clean behind her. The music was more and more exciting, like a channel to vent the mercenary’s passion and sadness. Light, shadow, and music interweaved in the dancing floor in the seemingly endless crazy night. But it was only the background for Emerald. Patrick captured her in his arms in a dim corner of the loud bar, and she felt dizzy because of his kisses. Not until his fingers entered her body and made her extremely excited when she found that he was secretly touching her.The music was still loud, like the desire in her body, which cried for a way out. It was so embarrassing that they were crowded with others! But he seemed keen on challenging her limits and insisted on making her addicted to the skillful passion, and thus his fingers moved faster. Her skirt was pushed right above the knees and covered what he was doing. One of her legs was bound by bandages. He held her closely in his arms, and in such a pose, she could only hold his chest. And looking at her increasingly blushing face, he kissed her and made her not able to say anything. She struggled in his arms. She was hysterical but had no way back. Her body trembled fiercely, and she was on the verge of breaking down. But he did not let her go and carried on to challenge her limits. If anyone saw them outside, they were only kissing each other, with the woman’s legs splitting and sitting on the man. But no one could see how badly she was biting her teeth, and her face was blushed, and her body was trembling because she couldn’t move or make any sound. Patrick was still calm in his expression and neatly dressed. His dark eyes stared at her, which seemed unwilling to miss any satisfactory expression on her face. However, his long wet fingers invaded her deepest soul, making her silently melt in his arms. **** When Emerald woke up the following day, she happened to see that Patrick was coming in. He was wearing a gray sports suit, and his face was a little blushed, with beads of sweat on his forehead. When he saw that Emerald was looking at him with her eyes wide open, he threw away the towel in his hands and walked into the bathroom. Emerald felt a little bit embarrassed, and she sat up. She was naked and powerless under the quilt. She couldn’t remember how many times they had done it. Even though he could not have her for real now, he had proved that he likes to do everything to the extreme. She only remembered that his dark eyes seemed to get on fire when she took her back from the bar. And he pressed on her immediately after they got into the bedroom, and he stripped off all her clothes and kissed on every part of her body. He stopped when she coughed because she couldn’t breathe, and he smiled as if he was mocking himself. “Hold me.” He said though it couldn’t satisfy him in this way. However, she was exhausted after days of flight and being tortured by him in that way in the bar, so she fell asleep holding his manhood. She woke up in the morning. And then he soon got out of the bedroom and saw that she was still sitting in the bed with her eyes opening in difficulty and her fair shoulders covered by the quilt.“Emm.” He sat on the side of the bed and threw the towel to her so that she could wipe the water on his body. He said ambiguously, “A little kitten set fire on me, but she didn’t put it out.” It was he who set the fire. She couldn’t help but look at the towel on his waist. She couldn’t believe how powerful and energetic a man could be. He got dressed and took out a thin bracelet from his pocket, and threw it in front of her. She picked it up and said, “Are you giving jewelry to me as a gift?” It was not something that he would do. He glanced at her, “it was an interstellar GPS. When you wear it, I can locate you accurately in the range of 300 light-years.” The bracelet was made of platinum decorated with lots of little diamonds. Maybe the GPS was hidden in one of those diamonds. Obviously, it took lots of offers to make the military device so delicate. “Is this what you mean by limited freedom?” She said provocatively, though she put it on. He smiled when he heard her, lowered his body, and then grabbed her chin and said very seriously, “your freedom could be even more limited.” Although her heart was racing, she still said uncomfortably, “does this mean that I can’t go out alone in the future?” He didn’t answer, which meant that she was right. Emerald said, “I am not someone who likes to get in trouble. Do you really want to keep me as a pet? Is this really the way you treat your wife?”