Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1314

Patrick could tell by the look on his face that he had hit the nail on the head.

It had only been a hunch at first, one Patrick himself hadn't fully grasped, but there really had been a liquor cabinet where he thought.

He sifted through his memories, sure he had never set foot in a boxing ring.

A frown creased his forehead, his confusion palpable.

But Ian wasn't giving him much time to think it over. The dagger was swiftly placed at his throat.

"What's your name?" Ian demanded.

He was asking for the name of the second personality.

"Patrick."

So his name was actually Patrick.

A scornful smile flickered across Ian's eyes as he applied a bit of pressure, and a thin line of blood appeared on Patrick’s neck.

But Patrick wasn’t scared. If Ian was after information about the research facility, he’d keep him alive.

Ian pocketed the dagger and stood up, sizing up Patrick.

Patrick looked up, about to offer one of Eric’s signature, gentle smiles, but he was cut off by Ian’s harsh words.

"Save your disgusting smile."

Patrick's face stiffened, his brows knitting together with a surge of anger.

Ian began his interrogation.

"They experimented on Eric and then you emerged. Are you a personality they induced? What's your purpose?"

Patrick loathed these questions more than anything.

He refused to acknowledge himself as Eric’s second personality. He had always had a name.

But what was it before?

No matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn’t remember.

His expression darkened, his hands balling into fists, the anger in his gaze ready to destroy everything.

This time, Ian felt the stark difference between this man and Eric. What was the purpose of Patrick?

Only with more information about the research facility could he increase his chances of winning.

However, faced with this question, Patrick remained silent, his face set in a resolute mask of resistance.

The woman's voice continued, like a curse echoing in Patrick’s head.

It was like striking a match in a powder keg.

Patrick paced the room restlessly, looking for a place to hide from the voice.

But the voice was omnipresent, and eventually, he shouted toward the blinding whiteness.

"Stop reading!"

"Shut up!"

The woman's voice went on as though it were a chant from a distant place.

In another room, Ian sat with a bottle of red wine at his side. He could hear the woman’s voice too.

His fingertips caressed the wine glass, realizing now more than ever just how exceptional Eric had been, how vibrant and full of life.

If there could only be one chosen one in the world, it would undoubtedly be Eric.

Ian watched the wine quietly, his fingers gently circling the rim of the glass.

Nydia entered, still in her stunning red dress, followed by the bodyguard with whom she shared a complicated relationship.