My Wife Is An All-Around Expert

Chapter 223 04 52% Rose was so frightened that he lost his soul and fell into Patrick’s arms.

Patrick’s expression darkened as he watched, unable to stand by while a person was hit by a car right in front of him. Despite his ruthless methods, he couldn’t simply stand idly by.

The car had crashed into a stone pillar in front of Quendar Restaurant, with half of it crumpled in. The driver's forchead was resting on the steering wheel, blood streaming down.

Patrick let go of Rose and said, “Don’t lean on me!” Rose’s body went weak. She staggered and quickly held onto the wall beside her.

Patrick made a cold call to Nelson Massy, “I’ve got an issue at Quendar Restaurant. Please check if it’s an accident or if someone intended it.”

Nelson Massy’s voice was scrious. “Alright, I'll investigate what happened immediately!”

After hanging up the call, he cast a stern look at Rose and said, “Rose, I’m warning you again. If you don’t want to be shut out, keep your distance from me.”

Rose’s lips trembled slightly as she said, “I understand that. Thank you for saving me just now, Mr. Hersey!” Patrick did not even look at her, and everyone thought that what had happened just now was an accident. After Patrick’s car arrived, he drove away.

Upon returning home, Patrick found Violet seated in the dimly lit living room.

Viola quietly nestled by her side, seeming to sense that its owner's mood was not good today. It was exceptionally quiet and obedient.

Patrick changed his shoes, took off his coat, loosened his tie, and glanced at Violet. “What are you doing sitting in the living room?” he asked,

He smiled and walked over to sit down.

He was so absorbed in the subtle emotional changes between him and Violet that he didn’t notice anything amiss with her. However, as soon as he sat down, Violet frowned at him. “Did you drink tonight?” she asked.

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Patrick’s voice was husky and alluring from the alcohol he had consumed. “I’ve only had a little, not enough for a DUI.” Violet's brows furrowed even deeper, and she asked, “Did you even smoke?”Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Patrick smiled and answered, “Yes, but | did not smoke much!”

He thought she was showing concern for him, so he was in a particularly good mood.

Violet stared at his handsome face, conflicted about him keeping a relationship with Rose while deceiving her.

Violet's expression was incredibly complex. “Haven't you quit smoking?”

In truth, Patrick had no reason to lie to her. After all, she had no authority to dictate his actions, right?

Patrick had no idea what Violet was thinking.

He chuckled and said, “I suddenly feel that quitting smoking is meaningless. I've found something more meaningful than quitting smoking!”

Violet couldn't help but sneer in her heart. What's more meaningful than being involved with two women without getting himself into trouble?

Patrick, even if he was a bit slow on the uptake, sensed that something was amiss with Violet. He stared at Violet, frowned, and asked, “Violet, what’s wrong?” Violet sneered and answered, “Nothing much. I’m just a bit curious. Do all men like to go back on their words?”

He had clearly stated that he and Rose were just friends, but now he was secretly arranging a date. It was quite... an eye— opener for Violet.

For some reason, Violet was extremely bothered.

Patrick knitted his eyebrows and said, “What nonsense are you talking about? What do you mean by going back on words? Tell me!”

She was already quite upset, for having witnessed their date with her own eyes was humiliating for her.

Was she supposed to act like a scorned woman in front of Patrick and ask why?

It was too unsightly, too demeaning, and she wanted no part of it!

Violet glanced at Patrick with an extremely cold expression and said, “Well, just take it that | was talking nonsense!” With that, she stood up and was about to leave.

Patrick was dumbfounded.

However, he could not let Violet leave just like that.

His relationship with Violet had just settled somewhat today, and if they were to create more conflicts, they might end up cold— shouldering each other again.

He firmly grabbed Violet’s arm. “No, you have to explain!” Violet was furious, and her eyes were red as she tried to shake off Patrick’s hand. Patrick had not expected Violet to be this mad.

His expression changed slightly, and he pulled her onto the sofa, both authoritative and helpless. “What are you making a fuss about?” he asked.

Violet's coldness was suffocating. “I don’t want to talk to you!” she said. Patrick looked at her with a frown.

Suddenly, he remembered a line from Robert, “Between a man and a woman, there’s no conflict that can’t be resolved with a kiss. If one doesn’t work, try two!”

Of course, Robert had also said that a kiss could be substituted with something in bed, and it would be even more effective. Patrick had a momentary lapse of judgment and kissed her directly.

Violet had not expected Patrick to suddenly kiss her.

She could distinctly smell the faint perfume on Patrick, which was the same as what she had smelled on Rose in the toilet earlier. Violet instantly felt nauseous and suddenly pushed Patrick away from her.

Patrick was caught off guard and almost fell off the sofa.

Violet glared at him with anger, wiped her lips with her hand, and, with teary eyes, sounded both aggrieved and furious, “Don’t kiss me. It’s disgusting!”

Patrick’s expression darkened. “I’m disgusting?”

Violet's expression was extremely cold. He directly retorted, “Isn’t it disgusting?”

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Patrick’s handsome face turned ashen. “Violet, tell me, what’s so disgusting about me?”

Inside, Violet was both angry and bitter, and she blurted out, “Do you need a specific reason to find someone disgusting?”

Just the thought of Patrick touching another woman outside and then coming back to touch her made her feel physically uncomfortable.

Patrick looked at Violet in shock, and he never expected her to say such a thing. He was so angry that he laughed. “Well, well, well, Violet, you are bold, huh?” Patrick had never been despised and insulted like this before. She had said that he was disgusting!

Patrick was seething with anger, and he was about to lose his temper. He stared at Violet for a few moments, then turned and picked up his coat and car keys, slamming the door as he left.

Patrick couldn’t stay any longer. He truly had no idea how someone as infuriating as Violet could provoke him to such an extent. He had almost lost control of his words earlier. Those previously spoken words about marriage agreements and other matters, he realized he could no longer say them.

It was as if he had said them, and given Violet's strong-willed and proud nature, they would undoubtedly engage in a heated argument, leaving both of them wounded.

If this was in the past, how would he have cared about these things?

In the past, if Violet didn’t want him to touch her, he would have insisted on doing so. Not only had he wanted to touch her, but he had also wanted her to understand that her marital duties had been her responsibility, and even if she found it disgusting, she must endure it.

But now, he could not do it at all, for he did not want to hurt her.

After a while, Robert and Patrick both showed up at the Premium Suite of Timeless Bar.

Robert looked resentful and said, “I was about to sleep after taking a shower, but forced me to go out to have a drink with you!” you

Patrick looked at him coldly and said, “If you don’t want to stay, just piss off!”