"Pa..."
"Why?" As I was about to speak, Patrick walked over and grabbed hold of my shoulders with both hands!
He pushed me to the wall in a few moves. And his face was full of irrepressible anger. He asked, "Why did you spit the pills?"
"I...I'm not sick. The woman in the video is indeed not me!"
I nervously explained to Patrick.
"Not you? Tell me, how can you prove that the woman in the video isn't you?" Patrick, who had an angry expression on his face, was in despair now. He asked me, "You know that men all have possessiveness. But I have been trying my best to convince myself that I shouldn't even care about that thing. You only have to take anti-exposure drugs. Why is it so difficult for you?"
Patrick, who spoke in a low tone at the beginning, roared in anger in the end!
He grabbed my shoulders so hard.
I stared at him dully and opened my mouth. For a moment, I didn't know what to say.