Worshipped Novel 32

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Chapter 32

The kitchen faucet was running, water gushing loudly. The sink drain was clogged, and water overflowed, flooding the entire kitchen floor.

On top of that, the freezer door was wide open. Ice cubes had been taken out and scattered across the wet floor.

The kitchen was practically an ice cave. Just stepping near it, Patrick could feel a chilling cold radiating out.

And Juliette? She was sitting in the middle of the flooded floor in her white pajamas, letting the icy water flow over her.

Her face was pale, her expression blank, and her whole demeanor was eerily calm.

But to Patrick, this scene was suffocating, like all the air had been sucked out of the room.

Patrick quickly covered Louis’s eyes and turned him around so he wouldn’t see.

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Then, in a low voice, Patrick said, “Mommy’s sleepwalking. You can’t wake her up, or she might have a seizure. Go back to your room, and don’t come out. Daddy will handle this.”

Louis pressed his lips together tightly, worry written all over his face as he looked up at Patrick. He asked quietly, “Can you really handle this?”

Patrick patted his son’s small shoulder. “Leave it to me.”

Louis nodded firmly. “Once you’ve helped Mommy back to bed, come tell me, okay?”

“Alright, but you need to sleep. If Mommy finds out you stayed up late, she’ll be upset, Patrick replied softly.

Though reluctant, Louis didn’t want to upset his mom, so he nodded again and trudged upstairs, glancing back with every

step.

When Patrick turned back to Juliette, sitting in the cold water, a storm brewed in his deep–set eyes.

Over the past couple of days, Patrick had come to understand that Juliette wasn’t the fragile type.

But for someone as resilient as her to end up like this, what kind of trauma had Juliette endured to leave such scars? Patrick needed to find out.

Juliette wasn’t just afraid of heat–she seemed terrified of anything related to temperature.

The night before, Juliette had jumped into the pool, only to come out complaining of being scalded and frantically searching for water.

Now, tonight, Juliette had flooded the kitchen, dumped out all the ice from the freezer, and sat there, freezing herself. Although her skin was deathly pale, her lips devoid of color, Juliette showed no signs of waking up.

Patrick filled a glass with room–temperature water and stepped quietly into the kitchen. The icy water stung his bare feet. sending a sharp chill up his legs.

Patrick prided himself on being physically tough, but he even shivered at the cold.

How is Juliette enduring this? Patrick thought.

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Then Patrick shut off the faucet first and then cleared the clogged drain, letting the water flow out.

Slowly. Patrick approached Juliette and knelt beside her, studying her for a moment. She didn’t react.

Gently, Patrick reached out to take her hand. At first, he barely touched Juliette, then gradually wrapped his fingers around hers until her icy hand was fully enclosed in his warm grip.

I’ve got some water here. Want a sip?” Patrick asked softly.

Juliette didn’t respond, but Patrick felt her hand tighten around his, just like she had the night before, clutching him as if he were her lifeline.

The next moment, Patrick brought the glass to her lips.

Juliette tentatively licked at the water, then lowered her head and drank in big gulps, desperate and unrestrained. He tilted the glass slowly to keep up with her pace.

The sound of her swallowing echoed in the quiet kitchen.

And the 500–milliliter glass emptied quickly, as though Juliette had been parched for days, wandering a desert.

Watching the bottom of the glass approach, Patrick felt a wave of tension. He couldn’t leave her to fetch more water; if she acted out from lack of it, what would he do?

‘Knock her unconscious? Patrick thought, his jaw tightened. That seemed like the only option–or he could do what he did the night before

The memory

of her lips against his resurfaced, soft and warm. Patrick’s Adam’s apple bobbed several times as heat coursed through him, a stark contrast to the icy water below,

Patrick shut his eyes briefly, disgusted with himself. “You’re a damn animal, he thought.

But the overwhelming urge to possess her gnawed at Patrick, threatening to unravel his self–control.

Just as Patrick was about to give in, Juliette licked her lips contentedly, a faint smile on her face. She looked like a child as she leaned into him, drifting peacefully to sleep.

Patrick froze for a moment before silently exhaling. He scooped her up and carried her out of the kitchen… Droplets of water dripped from his soaked clothes, forming a winding trail as Patrick made his way upstairs. Patrick brought Juliette to the bathroom, grabbed a towel, and wrapped her in it before laying her on the bed.

Tonight, Juliette was unusually compliant, not clinging to him or demanding more water. This allowed Patrick to dry her hands and feet with the towel until her body temperature normalized.

Only then did he let out a breath of relief. But Patrick didn’t dare cover her with a blanket, afraid the movement might wake

her.

After leaving Juliette’s room, Patrick noticed Louis poking his head out of his bedroom door.

“How’s Mommy?” Louis asked anxiously.

“She’s asleep. Don’t disturb her. Go to bed, Patrick

id, ruffling Louis’s hair.

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Louis wanted to check on Juliette but didn’t want to upset her either. Reluctantly, he obeyed and went back to his room.

With that. Patrick returned to his own room and pulled out his phone. He dialed a number labeled Stuart.

“Patrick? What’s going on? It’s late!” Stuart’s groggy voice came through, respectful yet clearly woken up.

“Find out everything about Juliette’s past, Patrick said coldly.

“Who?” Stuart sounded confused.

Juliette Vaughn, Vaughn Pictures‘ eldest daughter,” Patrick repeated.

“Oh… Finn’s fiancée? Why are you investigating her? Is she a threat to us?” Stuart asked, bewildered.

Patrick pressed his lips together in silence.

After a couple of seconds, Stuart said, “Got it. I’ll look into it.”

“Don’t let anyone know, Patrick added.

“It’ll be discreet. You know me!” Stuart assured him.

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ext morning, Juliette came out after washing up, dressed and ready for the day. She spotted Patrick walking toward her from the other end of the hall.

Patrick was dressed in a dark, impeccably tailored suit that accentuated his tall, lean frame.

And Patrick’s refined demeanor and striking features made the house’s elegant decor fade into the background.

Suddenly, Juliette’s vision spun, and her instincts kicked in. She bolted toward Patrick and tackled him to the ground, rolling them both under the nearest load–bearing wall

Patrick, caught completely off guard, blinked in confusion. What the hell?‘

“There’s an earthquake. Stay still, Juliette said firmly, her tone serious, her entire body tense as if ready to shield him.

‘An earthquake?” Patrick muttered and lay there, pinned beneath Juliette. Her slender frame was unexpectedly soft against him, her body radiating heat.