“Are you laughing at me?” He seemed confused. “No.” She blushed again, and she pressed the towel against his chest, “let me help you first.” “Okay.” His eyes looked blurry, and he seemed to enjoy her hands sliding along his skin. He leaned back and closed his eyes. His firm, robust but scared body looked ferocious under the light. Emerald couldn’t imagine how much he must have suffered to climb to this position, though she had heard lots of rumors about him. “Are you touching me?” He suddenly asked and opened his eyes, staring at Emerald. Emerald sighed in her mind. Why was this man more energetic when drunk rather than falling asleep? Before she could answer, he added. “Well, I like the way you touch me.” Emerald’s face was so red that she seemed to have a fever. She didn’t respond to him. After Emerald quickly helped him shower, he carried her by her waist and walked out of the bathroom without drying their bodies. He put her on the bed and leaned on her. His bulky body was on hers, but his handsome face and cold eyes were brighter than the stars in the sky, staring at her with vigor. “What’s your favorite pose?” Not knowing how to answer, she suddenly felt that it was better when he was not drunk but somewhat his usual, dominating self in bed without too much talking. She had planned to ask him about his feelings tonight, to know whether to leave him or stay with him tomorrow. She hadn’t expected to be set up by Malcolm and humiliated in front of him or that he would act like this when drunk.He didn’t get inside her directly as usual. He didn’t mind that she didn’t answer his question. Instead, he slowly lifted his rough hands and touched her face softly, making her nervous and frightened. “You’re wonderful tonight.” He said firmly, and as if he thought he didn’t say enough, he added. “Very beautiful. You are the most beautiful one among all the women tonight.” “Thank you.” Although he was too drunk to know what he was doing, Emerald still felt nervous because of his weird but sincere tone while she was looking at that handsome face from such a short distance. He stopped for seconds and kept looking down. He stared at her breasts and her center core. His eyes grew darker. He reached out his hand to caress her breasts and lowered his body to bury his head between her legs, and started licking her. Emerald felt that those strong hands and his soft lips and tongue were setting a fire on her body, she suddenly was hot. The light above her was so dazzling that she wanted to stay in this moment forever. “Patrick Lewis.” She lightly called his name. “Hmm.” He didn’t stop and just answered her vaguely. She drew a deep breath and then asked. “Why did you touch the princess the day you met her?” “Hmm,” he didn’t raise his head and tried to recall that day, and then he answered. “She had a heartbeat.” Emerald was surprised, and soon she understood what he meant. Was he trying to make sure whether the Princess had a heartbeat at that time? She couldn’t control her heartbeat now, and she seemed to hear somebody shout something in her head, which made her anxious. She kept asking, “Then why do you want to keep me by your side? Because of some benefits or because you like me?” However, he was silent.Anxiously, she waited for a while for his answer, but he didn’t respond. She looked down and noticed that his hands had stopped moving, and his handsome face under the short black hair was close to her thighs, with his eyes closed. He had fallen asleep. Silently, Emerald looked at him for a while. She couldn’t believe that he had fallen asleep in this provocative pose. He was like a child when he was drunk. She moved him carefully to the side of the bed and lay down beside him. He was deep asleep and didn’t make a sound. Emerald felt like laughing when she looked at his peaceful face. Patrick woke up at 6 o’clock sharp the next day, even with the hangover. Emerald noticed him moving, opened her eyes, and saw him staring at her quietly. She wasn’t completely awake but thinking about what he was like last night, and she couldn’t help but smile. This was the first time he saw her smile in the morning. After looking at her silently for a while, he asked. “Are you happy?” His tone was slow and stable as usual, with an aggressive undertone. Her smile froze on her face. He was smart enough to understand immediately what happened, so he grabbed her waist and frowned. “Was I drunk last night?” She nodded silently. For a while, he was speechless and let go of her. He stood up and got dressed, “You’d better be there when I get back to Freedom City.” “Okay.” Emerald also got up. She turned around and happened to see him wiping his lips with his hand; he seemed to taste something in his mouth. He looked at her before she started to feel embarrassed. Emerald looked in his eyes calmly. He had “tasted” her before. How could he not know what that smell was? However, Emerald wasn’t afraid of him since she saw him drunk.“It tastes good.” He said calmly and walked out of the bedroom. Emerald’s face flushed red as if her blood was starting to boil. At 9 o’clock in the morning, Emerald sat at the back of a Cheetah and stared at the dark roof of the cabin. The military policeman opposite her suddenly said. “My lady, you seem to be in a good mood today.” Emerald realized that she had been smiling. Well, she was thinking about how cute Patrick had been last night when he was drunk and his domineering words this morning. Did he say, “it tastes good?” It was him who didn’t remember anything, but why was he so calm, and why could he make her so embarrassed with one sentence? However,... She was still thrilled. He had just been making sure that the Princess had a heartbeat. Even though she always felt uncomfortable thinking about that moment, she was relieved to know that Patrick regarded the Princess as only a machine.