Forbidden Passion
Chapter 693 Do I Look Like I Have No Brain?

Theodore went quiet for a bit, feeling like he probably shouldn't have made that call. "Just a heads-up," he muttered.

Patrick stared at the phone, now dead, jumped off the couch, and stormed out of the lounge.

Ulysses had just finished a call and saw Patrick marching out. He quickly caught up, saying, "Patrick, Laura just called. There's a commercial event tomorrow."

"Get the car. I need to head back to the city," Patrick cut him off, making a beeline for the crew's parking lot.

Ulysses was taken aback but followed, calling out, "Patrick."

He called out a few more times, but Patrick didn't even glance back. Ulysses had to jog to keep up. It wasn't until they got in the car that he noticed how dark Patrick's expression was. Patrick was lost in thoughts about Cindy. He always saw her as just someone he kept around, never expecting her to get pregnant with his kid.

Deep down, Patrick knew Cindy couldn't be pregnant with his child. He just needed an excuse to see her.

The drive from the set to Lakeview Estates took two hours. By the time they got there, it was past midnight.

Patrick threw on a baseball cap and mask before getting out of the car and slipped into the community.

In the dead of night, Cindy was jolted awake by loud knocking. It was so urgent she thought something had happened to Phoebe. She threw on a robe and rushed to the door. Before opening it, Cindy peeked through the peephole and saw a guy in a baseball cap outside.

The guy was strikingly handsome; it was Patrick.

Theodore must've tipped Patrick off fast. He was here to see if she had secretly had his kid.

Cindy unlocked the door, and Patrick barged in, looking like he was ready to catch someone red-handed.

"Where's the kid?" Patrick demanded, his face blank.

Cindy was ready. She crossed her arms and leaned against the door, saying coldly, "I knew you'd come. I sent the kid away overnight."

Patrick's eyes scanned her. Suddenly, he stepped forward, pinning her against the wall, one hand gripping her neck, his anger all over his face.

He shouted, "Cindy!"

But Cindy kept pushing his buttons, saying, "Patrick, the only thing I like about you is your eyes. Did you really think I was noble enough to have your kid?"

A flash of pain crossed Patrick's eyes. He closed them, looking hurt, and said, "Cindy, why do you hate me so much?"

She only met him to rip open his wounds, like she was scared he'd cling to her.

Cindy turned her head away, saying coldly, "I don't hate you. I just hate the unfairness of fate, hate that the one who survived wasn't him."

That hurt more than if she had said she hated him.

Patrick's face went pale. He suddenly let go of her and started searching the living room, checking every room.

Cindy stood by the door, watching him go in and out of the master bedroom. Patrick slowly walked up to her and asked, "Who's the kid's real father?"

"I told Mr. Reynolds it's my neighbor's kid. If he doesn't believe me, what can I do?" Cindy shrugged.

Cindy really hadn't expected Patrick to show up.

Two years ago, when they had a falling out, Patrick told her to get lost, saying he never wanted to see her again. If she dared to show up, he wouldn't let her off. Since then, Cindy had been avoiding Patrick.

Even though they were both in the entertainment industry, they hadn't crossed paths in the past two years.

Patrick looked down at her, a mocking smile tugging at his lips. "I was so naive, thinking you'd actually give me a child."

"Do I look like an idiot?" Cindy leaned against the cold wall, a faint, cold smile on her lips.

Complex emotions surged in Patrick's eyes. His hand at his side twitched, and for a moment, he really wanted to strangle Cindy.

How could there be such a cold-blooded woman as Cindy?

Patrick averted his gaze, walked past her to the door, and paused with his hand on the doorknob. After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly yanked the door open and walked out. The door closed.

Cindy's legs felt weak. She slid down the wall to sit on the floor, finally burying her head in her knees, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Outside, Patrick clenched the baseball cap in his hand, his face frighteningly dark.

After a long time, Patrick finally took long strides to the elevator. What was he still hoping for? Hoping that Cindy, a heartless woman, would come out and ask him to stay? He really never learned his lesson.

Ulysses was dozing off in the driver's seat when a loud noise suddenly woke him up. He saw Patrick get into the back seat and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth. "Patrick, you're back so soon. Ms. Croix didn't ask you to stay?"

Patrick's face darkened. He kicked the back of the driver's seat and said irritably, "Do I need her to ask me to stay?"

Ulysses touched his nose. How did Patrick's face look even worse after going up there? He wondered what Cindy had done to upset Patrick again.

He silently started the car, but a shout came from behind, saying, "Did I tell you to start the car? Turn it off."

Ulysses was puzzled. He turned to look at Patrick, "Patrick, aren't we going back to the set?"

"No, I'm staying here tonight to see if she's lying!" Patrick was full of hostility.

Patrick knew in his heart that Cindy couldn't possibly be pregnant with his child.

Even if she were, Cindy wouldn't have the baby.

Besides, Theodore said the child looked about two years old. Patrick did the math and realized that during that time, he and Cindy were very close. He knew better than anyone whether Cindy was pregnant during that period. But Patrick stubbornly stayed here, simply because he wasn't ready to give up.

Ulysses looked at Patrick as if he were crazy, saying, "Patrick, it's uncomfortable to lie in the car. Why don't you go back to the apartment, and I'll stay here?"

Patrick didn't respond.

Ulysses continued, "Look, you have a night shoot tomorrow and a commercial event. If you're not in good shape, the paparazzi will take a lot of ugly photos, and the whole internet will say your looks have declined." Patrick said helplessly, "Alright, drive to Imperial Apartment."

Ulysses succeeded and immediately started the car. Having been with Patrick for many years, he knew Patrick cared a lot about his image.

Patrick could tolerate people criticizing his performance, but he couldn't stand being called ugly!

Theodore was dragged out of bed in the middle of the night. He opened the door and saw Patrick standing outside. He yawned. "What are you doing at my place so late?"

Patrick shook the bottle of red wine in his hand and walked straight in, saying, "I can't sleep. I'd like to have a drink with you."

Theodore squinted his eyes, closed the door, and said unhappily, "Oh, you trying to start something? The wine glasses are in the cabinet, get them yourself."