Chapter 8 How Dare You Attack Me?!

The night gradually grew dark, and Wendy returned to her servant's room after she finished washing up. She eagerly took out the medical canon from her backpack and gently opened it, brushing her fingertips across the fragrant pages, evoking memories of the two people who had left her, and her eyes quickly filled with tears. Just then, Patrick broke in with a bang and pinned her down before she could come around. She immediately tucked the medical canon into the blanket, regaining her composure. Her crystal-clear eyes reflected the man's piercing eyes and tall nose, and she sighed to herself, admitting that he was indeed a work of art, someone who could even make Adonis admit defeat. His breath was clear and scorching, spraying against her cheek. Unexplainably, her earlobes grew warm, and her delicate face was filled with confusion. "What is the meaning of this?" she asked. A flicker of confusion flashed across Patrick's eyes when he caught sight of her innocent gaze. No! I can't let her feign innocence get me! "Who in the world are you?" he growled intimidatingly, pulling his rationality back while a storm brewed within his raven-black eyes. However, Wendy was far from terrified. In fact, there were even hints of provocation in her eyes. "Just a wild country bumpkin, sold off as a sacrificial lamb to some short-lived man." Short-lived man?! Did she just call me short-lived? How dare she, this wretched wench?! Sensing the boiling anger coming from the man, Wendy tightened her grip on the bedsheet. As strong as she was psychologically, she still couldn't help but find his gaze somewhat chilling. "Where is the medical canon? Speak!" Patrick interrogated with a raised voice. If the man sent her back, she must know about the medical canon! Medical canon? Wendy was stumped. Why is he also looking for it?! Either way, he's a no-good man. The book cannot land in his hands! At that, she discreetly pushed the object further into the blanket. However, this subtle movement caught Patrick's attention in an instant, and he grabbed her slender arm at once as he slipped his other hand into the blanket. Wendy widened her eyes in panic at once. You hooligan! Instinctively, she squeezed the silver needle in her hand, contemplating stabbing him in the neck again. But the thought of not revealing her medical skills in front of Patrick held her back. What should I do? In her desperate state, her gaze fell upon the white nephrite vase on the bedside table, and she swiftly got up while Patrick uncovered the blanket, grabbed the vase, and smashed the vase on his neck. Bang! Patrick blacked out for a second before reaching a hand to the back of his head and found his palm crimson red. His sharp eyes narrowed instantly, and he turned around, staring icily at the culprit named Wendy Clark, His entire being emanating a chilling aura like that of Satan. "Wendy Clark! How dare you attack me!" His demonic appearance frightened Wendy into backing up slowly until her back pressed against the bedroom door. That said, her gaze at him remained innocent. Admittedly, it was her fault for attacking him, but what was she to do if he took the medical canon away?! "You have some nerve, you!" Patrick clenched his fists, slowly approaching Wendy. He looked so sinister that it seemed that he wouldn't be content until he killed her. Wendy, on the other hand, was filled with doubts. Why hasn't he passed out? But he's already bleeding! Did I not hit him hard enough? I knew I should've gone all out. I'm f*cked… The towering figure shrouded her petite body instantly. But just as Patrick was about to lift her up, he blacked out and passed out the next second, collapsing straight into Wendy's arms. At that, Wendy breathed a sigh of relief. He finally fainted! But then she remembered her grandmother's frequent saying about not having physical contact with the opposite sex. She shuddered and immediately shoved the man in her arms away! With a thud, the unconscious Patrick fell to the floor, as stiff as a log.