Patrick looked up at him and said, “I think you want me to kill you.” Malcolm just laughed happily. However, Emerald kept showing up in his mind with her heavy makeup. He never liked women wearing too much makeup, and she didn’t seem to love makeup, either. However, he never knew that she could be so beautiful and stunning all dressed up. He kept thinking about the soft eyeliner, glossy red lips, and the excellent body under the black veil and couldn’t focus on the noisy banquet. The banquet lasted until 12 o’clock. Some of the officers went back to their dorms, while others remained on the floor from drunkenness. Malcolm ordered them to be dragged into their rooms. Harvey reached out his hands to hold Patrick but got pushed away. Malcolm saw them and said with a smile. “I finally got him drunk.” Patrick suddenly swung his arms slowly, beating Malcolm with his fist, who fell onto the ground and couldn’t get up. Patrick’s eyes were wide open as he walked to his room in steady steps. Soberly, he even told Harvey to arrange the plane for Emerald to leave tomorrow, but when Harvey opened the door, Patrick stood silent for several seconds before he finally stepped into the room. His hands in the pockets of his pants and a casual smile on his face, he said. “Kitten, I’m back.” Emerald was looking at her reflection in the mirror, completely speechless. Her heart had almost popped out the moment she had fallen. She had never thought that someone would hurt her while staying with Patrick. When she woke up, she had seen hundreds of people staring at her, including Patrick. If she wasn’t wrong, was he a little stunned to see her? Looking at her revealing clothes, the jewelry all over her body, the exaggerated makeup, she finally understood why Patrick told her to stay away from Malcolm. This man was completely different from his honest, kind appearance; he was a wild devil! How could Patrick call someone like this his brother? What was more humiliating was that she couldn’t find her clothes in this room! She wouldn’t even be surprised if Patrick was drugged. Did Malcolm think that they needed help getting it on? She took off the intricate jewelry and started to remove the makeup in the bathroom and clean her face. After taking a shower, she hid under the blanket because she had no clothes to change into. She couldn’t sleep knowing that Patrick hadn’t come back yet. When she suddenly opened her eyes at midnight, she saw a strong, tall figure in front of her. She frowned upon the strong smell of alcohol on his body. That man in the darkness seemed to notice her reaction and suddenly grabbed her hands.“You are awake.” He said lightly with a familiar voice. She understood that he wanted to have sex since she was awake. Emerald was speechless and just said in a low voice. “Go take a shower.” “Em.” His voice seemed a little weird. Then he let go of Emerald’s hands, got off the bed, and just stood by the side. Emerald didn’t understand why he stood there silently, so she raised her hands to turn on the lamp by the bed. He put his hands back into his pockets, slightly lowered his head, and stared at her as if he was thinking about something. His eyes were very bright in the light of the room. Then he slowly moved his eyes to her slender, fair arms. He suddenly grabbed one of her hands and held it in his hand, slowly pulling her hand so that she had to sit up in the blanket. He put her hand on the button of his uniform and said hoarsely. “You help me.” Emerald’s face became hot. The light in the bathroom was bright, and dense fog filled the air above the bathtub. Patrick leaned against the tub, spreading his arms. His tan body was under the water, tall and firm like the sculpture of a master. Emerald, who had wrapped a bath towel around herself, stood by the tub with another towel in her hand. Her face was red. Even though they had been very familiar with every part of each other’s body, this was the first time that they were together in the shower. He seemed calm and steady today. However, why did she feel different? Was he drunk or not? Why were his eyes so bright if he was drunk? He slowly turned to her and stared at her for a few seconds before he suddenly smiled. “Come here, kitten.” She braced herself to say, “Let me scrub your back first.” As she walked to his back but suddenly he reached out his arms and grabbed her waist so that she fell into his arms. His other hand pulled away from the bath towel, and her breasts were pressed against his firm chest. Emerald raised her head with her heart beating fast and noticed that he was also staring at her. It looked like he was proud. “Do you like it?” He asked. Emerald was surprised and didn’t understand his question, “Like what?” He grabbed her boobs, pinched them, and kissed them. Then he finally held her face, looked at her carefully, and asked. “Do you like having sex with me?” Emerald’s heart was about to explode. “Hmm.” He smiled with satisfaction and held her hand under the water, guiding it toward his erected manhood, which was growing harder and harder. “Me too.” Emerald felt the veins in her head were going to burst. Was this man Patrick Lewis? He must be drunk. Usually, he wouldn’t even ask whether she liked it or not since he was always dominant, silent, and confident. Feeling braver, she looked into his eyes and asked. “How much did you drink?” He slightly frowned and thought about her question, then stretched his brows and said, “About four bottles, and in between toasting with friends, another three glasses.” “Hmm.” He really could drink a lot. As she expected, Malcolm had made him drunk rather than drugging him. She finally understood that Malcolm wanted her to see Patrick like this. She couldn’t help laughing, but he also noticed her smile. He suddenly spread her legs and let her sit on his body, with his erected manhood close to her skin.