Chapter 271

　　Patrick paused. The next second, he reached out to cover her eyes and then kissed the back of his hand over them. "You mean a lot to me," he said silently. 　　"Gloria, don't think about running away again. For the rest of your life, you're bound to be with me. You can't get away without my permission." 　　He had already lost his mind. 　　He felt bad for her, yet such a feeling was surpassed by his longing to keep her with him. 　　After everything was over, she said, "I hate you." 　　He closed his eyes. When he opened them, he suppressed the pain in them and said, pretending that he didn't care, "Whatever." 　　He thought, 'You can hate me. Even though you want to hate me, I'm the only one you are going to hate. 　　I don't care about anything else, as long as I'm the only one in your world. You may choose to love me or hate me as you want.' 　　It was just that the moment she said she hated him, he felt his heartache killing him. 　　The day of Harry's bone marrow transplantation was approaching.