Chapter 431

H-is hand was still squeezing her shoulders.

Alice was in so much pain that she couldn't help but cry.

It hurts.

William, come quickly.

Sensing her tears, Patrick showed slight panic. He reached out to caress her face, and caressing her tears with his fingers, his voice became gentle, "Don't cry, Alice. I just want to stay with you for a bit. I don't want you to cry. Ever since I was young, I couldn't bear to see you cry."

Alice turned her face away, avoiding his touch, and said softly, "Patrick, let's leave this place first, and we need to see a doctor."

She couldn't fuss about it with a drunkard man, so she was truly worried about Patrick's body.

When he had surgery, she had clearly remembered that it was best to avoid alcohol after the doctor's instructions, and now he drank too much.

"You want to run again?"

Hearing Alice's voice, Patrick's voice turned dark and stern all of a sudden, "When you were with me, did you only think of running away?"

"I'm worried about your health."

"I'm doing very well, but is it that in your heart that I can't even compare to William?" Patrick strongly pressed her back against the wall, his eyes staring deeply at her, his voice full of jealousy and hatred.

"I didn't mean that." Alice frowned, "Patrick, let me go first."

"Let go of you and you ran away again!"

Patrick's entire body reeked of alcohol in the air, and the wind from his lips blew onto her face. Alice turned her head, and struggled with all her might.

His hand pressed onto her body, and his large hand forcefully touched her arm a few times, as if he had realized something. Patrick roared somewhat angrily, "This isn't your clothes, and you're wearing other's clothes! It's William again! Take it off, take it off!"

After saying that, Patrick grabbed her clothes and forcibly squeezed them off.

She bit her lips and started to run whenever she saw an opportunity. However, the room was completely dark, even the curtains were drawn, and she could not tell where the door was, and could only grope around on the wall like headless flies.

Before long, Alice was pulled from the back by Patrick. The drunk Patrick even gained enough strength and directly knocked her down to the ground. Patrick bent his body over.A leg pressed down on her legs,he leaned over, and he grabbed her jacket and was about to take it off again.

"What are you doing, Patrick? Let go, let go of me!"

Alice opened her eyes in fear and struggled as hard as she could to protect the clothes on her body.

With a "Si" sound, one of the sleeves on Alice's body was ripped off. She sensed that something was wrong and didn't care about the clothes and tried her best to push Patrick away.

Patrick was drunk. She was pushed back by him, and then he leaned on her again. His eyes stared at her angrily in the darkness, "Alice, you can't refuse me again! I'm so good to you, and I've never forced you, but what about you? You can't refuse me again, you absolutely can't!"

As he spoke, Patrick lowered his head to cover her lips. Alice turned her face away, and his kiss landed on her face.

Alice desperately tried to push him away, her legs kicking wildly, "Go away! "Go away!"

He was not Patrick.

"Don't reject me, Alice, don't reject me."

Patrick muttered as he kissed her face and neck, causing his to shout loudly, "Help, help,William! Help!"

Hearing her calling William, Patrick was even more enraged. He used one hand to cover her mouth and breath, his lips continuing to kiss her face and ripping off her clothes.

In the darkness, his hand covered her nose.

"Mmm mmm."

Alice struggled in fear and was unable to breathe. She used both of her hands to block his chest with all her might, but the fatal suffocation surrounded her crazily, as if she was going to be completely swallowed.

Her pupils contracted, and his kiss continued to fall on her face, his body pressing against her soft body.

The suffocating pain devoured Alice.

Her eyes were almost stilled and her struggle gradually weakened. Her eyelashes trembled.

William.

William.

Alice's hand slowly drooped down from Patrick's chest. She could not breath.

"Bam!"

With a kick on the door, the lights in the room lit up.

In the next second, Alice regained her breath.

Because someone had kicked Patrick out.

Once again breathed, Alice felt as if she had walked through the gates of hell, and she stared blankly ahead, only to see William standing there with an ashen face, staring straight at her, his eyes staring straight at her clothes, his gaze extremely sinister.

Alice wanted to speak, but her voice was stuck in her throat, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

William slowly turned his gaze, his black eyes glaring at Patrick who was kicked to the side. Patrick fell on the ground drunk, still not accustomed to the sudden lighting up, and his eyes half opened, his hand pressing on his head.

A wave of anger surged up crazily in William's body.

William rushed over and picked Patrick up from the ground, he extended his hand out and punched him in the face, "I'll kill you!"

"Miss Alice."

Daniel rushed in from outside and quickly walked towards Alice. At the same time, he took off his jacket and covered her with it.

"Me, me." Alice pinched her neck, and only then did she manage to speak, "I'm fine."

She tried to stand up, but her body was so weak that it felt like it was on the verge of collapsing. Daniel hurriedly helped her up, and turned his head.

William and Patrick were fighting fiercely. The drunk Patrick was much stronger than usual, and he gave William a punch on his back, causing William to raise his leg and kick him onto the ground. Patrick raised his head, and when his eyes met the light, he immediately closed his eyes.

William picked him up again and punched him, his eyes almost being popped out. "Ugh."

Patrick half sat on the ground, his collar was grabbed by William, and he spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with a tooth.

He opened his eyes, frowned as he got used to the light, and his eyes gradually regained some clarity. He turned and looked at Alice who was standing beside Daniel.

Seeing that he was looking at her, Alice unconsciously took a step back. Both of her hands tightly held onto the jacket as a hint of fear flashed past her eyes.

"Alice?"

Patrick was stunned.

"Are you still f**king looking?!"

William roared, throwing Patrick forward, and then kicking him in the chest.

Patrick spat out another mouthful of blood after being kicked, but William was still unwilling to let it go and beat him up. Seeing that he was planning to fight to the death, Daniel immediately went up with his bodyguards to stop William, "Young master, it's enough."

"Beat him to death!"

William roared until his voice was broken.

His eyes filled with killing intent, extremely bloody.

"Young master!"

"You don't understand human speech? Beat him up until he dies! " William glared at Daniel and roared hysterically.

Patrick sat on the ground, his drunk face covered with blood, and he coughed continuously, his eyes staring straight at Alice. It was obvious that he had woken up.

Alice saw dullness and guilt in his eyes.

She stood there, not knowing what to say.

"What are you looking at!?" What the f**k are you looking at!"

William was about to kick him again, but Daniel and the bodyguard immediately stopped William.

Alice stood there with a pale face, her entire body cold, and only after receiving Daniel's signal did she slowly regain her senses. She took a deep breath and said weakly, "William, I want to go back now."

William turned his head and glared at her, his eyes filled with hostility .Alice was frightened by his gaze and pursed her lips, doing her best to tighten the jacket on her body, "Go home, William, let's go home."

Her voice was too soft.

Soft as cotton rubbing his heart.

William stood there and pushed away the bodyguard by his side. He reached out to wipe the bruise on the corner of his lips, then walked towards Alice and hugged her out.

Alice raised her eyes and looked at his face, slowly extending her hand to hang his neck as she turned her head to look behind her.

Daniel nodded to her, indicating that everything would be done by him. Patrick sat on the ground and wiped the blood from his mouth and stared at her.

Alice looked at the drunk man, she was not angry nor was she afraid. Suddenly, she felt extremely uncomfortable.

She thought of the time when they had played together as teenagers, and she didn't know how he had turned out like this.

She withdrew her gaze, leaned onto William's shoulder, and leaned into his embrace.

In the depths of the forest, the roads under the night sky were illuminated by the lights. Car after car passed through the forest, passed through the fresh air, and stopped in front of the majestic and magnificent Imperial Castle.

The Imperial Castle was brightly lit.

The car door was opened, and William carried Alice out of the car, as he carried her inside. Along the way, the servants saw the ugly look on William's face, and did not even dare to breathe, they all lowered their heads and moved aside.

William carried Alice into the hot spring indoors.

The water inside was not ready yet.

He couldn't wait any longer.

William carried her casually into a bathroom and placed her in the bathtub.

Afterwards, he picked up the flower spray and was about to pour it on her. Seeing that, William stiffly retracted his hand, and splashed the flower spray's water on his own hand. After adjusting the temperature, he sprinkled the water on her body, gritting his teeth as he forced out a word, "Bath!"

"Give it to me."

Alice accepted the flower spray from his hands, and without taking off her clothes, she started to pour it all over her face.

William did not leave, he just stood in front of her with his eyes lowered, staring at her. He stared at her with black eyes, both of its hands placed on his waist, and his breathing was heavy. "Huh?"

If not for him rushing over, she would already be raped!

She went looking for the man.

"I don't want to talk right now. Let me calm down, okay?"

Alice's eyes were clouded by the water, and she was tired to the point that she did not want to speak, hence she sat in the bathtub, the water wetting her clothes.