Forbidden Passion

Cindy wanted to avoid him, but as soon as she turned her face away, Patrick grabbed her cheek, turned her back, and kissed her even more deeply.

At first, Cindy was a bit stunned. By the time she realized what was happening, she was already pinned against the wall by the door. She frowned and bit Patrick's lip.

Patrick didn't flinch. Instead, he released her chin, his fingers tangling in her hair, forcing Cindy to lift her head as he trapped her in the corner, his kiss becoming more intense.

Cindy went from resisting to giving up, and finally to responding. She closed her eyes and lifted her chin, her senses overwhelmed by Patrick's breath and Patrick's scent.

The moment stretched on, and the dark corner was filled with the sound of their urgent connection.

Cindy's mind was foggy until a cold hand touched her waist, jolting her awake with the chill.

She realized she was actually kissing Patrick.

Startled, she pushed him away and stumbled out of the dressing room, almost bumping into Ulysses.

Ulysses quickly steadied her by the shoulders. Seeing her flushed cheeks and swollen lips, he was shocked. "Cindy, what happened to you?"

"Nothing. If you need anything, call me. I'm leaving now." Cindy lowered her head and ran to a secluded area.

Ulysses stood there, watching her run off quickly. He shook his head in confusion and pushed open the dressing room door.

Inside, he saw Patrick leaning against the wall, a cigarette between his fingers, his clothes looking a bit disheveled.

"Patrick, Cindy..." Ulysses started to speak but then swallowed his words. "Never mind. I don't want to know."

"But Patrick, you should be gentler. I just saw Cindy's lips were bitten. We're still on set, with so many people around. Watch your actions," Ulysses advised earnestly.

He knew that keeping Cindy so close would be too tempting for Patrick, and it was only a matter of time before things got out of hand. Even though Patrick was planning to leave the entertainment industry, it was better to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Patrick, who was the one actually bitten, remained silent. He licked the wound on his lip, his expression serious. "Where did she go?"

"No idea. She just said to call her if needed." Ulysses looked at him, complaining inwardly. 'If you care about Cindy, don't bully her like this. Why ask where she went after making her run off?'

Patrick took a drag of his cigarette. "Keep an eye on her. Don't let anyone bully her." "Got it." Ulysses turned and left.noveldrama

Outside, the sun cleared Ulysses' head. 'With Cindy's personality, who could bully her?' he complained.

Cindy, frustrated, squatted by the pond, picking up stones and throwing them into the water, creating countless splashes.

Footsteps approached from behind. Cindy, still throwing stones, said, "What do you want now?"

She turned around and saw Hestia standing there, a look of surprise flashing in her eyes. She had thought it was Patrick.

Cindy stood up and faced Hestia.

Hestia, dressed in costume with delicate makeup, looked at Cindy with a critical eye. "I didn't expect Patrick's taste to be so poor, to actually fancy you."

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Cindy was displeased by this. "What's wrong with me, Ms. Sharp? Without makeup, you're not even as pretty as I am."

Hestia's nose flared with anger. "What did you say? I'm not as pretty as you? How dare you!"

Cindy put her hands on her hips. ""Yes, I dare."

Hestia was furious. She hadn't expected Cindy to be so unafraid of her. Everyone else treated her like a princess, afraid to offend her.

She took a deep breath. "Cindy, do you think just because Patrick's got your back, you can disrespect me?"

"Ms. Sharp, just because Patrick supports me doesn't mean I ever cared about your opinion. Even if he didn't, I still wouldn't be impressed by you. You're a big star, sure, but I don't idolize celebrities. If you want to feel superior, I suggest you go find your fans," Cindy said coolly.

Many actors, after becoming famous, thought they were important and expected everyone to flatter them. She, however, didn't tolerate such behavior.

"You have a sharp tongue," Hestia said, her face darkening. "Cindy, in this industry, there are many who just play along. Don't think you and Patrick will be together forever."

Cindy was annoyed by Hestia's tone, as if all her confidence came from Patrick.

"So what if we can't be together forever? I don't rely on a man to live," Cindy said, brushing past her to leave.

Hestia watched her with a resentful look. Thinking about what had just happened in the dressing room, she was furious.

Hestia grabbed Cindy's arm. "I don't care who you rely on. What I care about is if everyone on set knows you pushed me into the pond, can you still stay here?"

When Hestia grabbed her arm, Cindy's alarm bells went off. Hearing Hestia's words, she narrowed her eyes.

Cindy suddenly twisted Hestia's wrist, pulling her back. With too much force, Cindy herself fell into the pond.

The next second, she heard Hestia's assistant, Dione Saunders, shouting from not far away, "Help! Hestia fell into the water! Help! Someone, help!"

Water filled Cindy's nose and mouth, the sounds around her distant and unreal. She struggled in the water, not knowing how long it took before she was pulled into a strong, warm embrace.

The familiar scent calmed her, and she struggled less. Patrick's tense voice reached her

ear, "Cindy, if you even think about dying, I'll make sure everyone sees your preserved body."

"Are you insane?" Cindy muttered.

Patrick whispered in her ear, "Yes, I'm insane. So you'd better stay alive and not push me over the edge."

By now, a crowd had gathered by the pond. Seeing Patrick holding Cindy and swimming to the edge, they quickly reached out to pull Cindy up.

Cindy coughed up some water. Patrick had already been pulled up. He took off his costume and draped it over Cindy's shoulders, then picked her up and headed to the dressing room.

As they passed Valentin, who had rushed over, Patrick said coldly, "Mr. Dobbins, I need Ms. Sharp to give me an explanation."

Valentin, looking at the weak Cindy in his arms, quickly said, "Go change your clothes first. Let the on-set doctor check you out. Don't catch a cold. We'll talk later."

Patrick's lips pressed into a thin line as he carried Cindy away.