My Wife Is An All-Around Expert

Patrick was rudely awakened by the force of the kick. He was sent sprawling to the ground. His head slammed into something, instantly jolting him awake. He rubbed the back of his head. His face was dark and irritated as he opened his eyes and stood up from the floor.

When he looked up, he saw Violet, with red eyes and tears, looking at him with disgust. Early in the morning, Patrick felt like he wanted to kill someone. “Violet, what’s wrong with you?” He could not believe that after saving her life out of goodwill the previous night, she would kick him off the bed the next morning,

Violet, upon seeing Patrick’s stern and handsome face, froze in place, her tears stopping in their tracks. She looked shocked and stammered, “P... Patrick... how could it be you? Wasn’t it Benedict last night?”

Patrick’s face turned even darker. “What? Did you wish it was Benedict you slept with last night?”

Violet was at a loss for words. She thought about the kick she had just delivered and lowered her head before mumbling, “I’m sorry.”

Patrick’s head still throbbed with pain, and he was furious. “Is your ‘sorry’ worth anything?”

Violet's bare feet were exposed in the open air. The more Patrick looked at her, the more he felt aggrieved. Violet struggled to speak, “Then what do you want me to do?”

She bit her I*p and pointed at herself. “Should | let you kick me?”

Patrick almost laughed aloud. “Seriously?”

Violet acknowledged her mistake and sneakily glanced at Patrick. “I’m sorry. | mistook you for someone else.” Patrick huffed, “Didn't you notice the difference in faces?”

Violet looked guilty. “| had a momentary lapse in judgment. Besides, you know what happened to me yesterday. In normal circumstances, considering what happened, you shouldn't have shared a bed with me. But you did, and that’s why | got the wrong idea.”

Patrick squinted dangerously, his dark gaze locked onto her. “So it’s my fault?” Violet quickly shook her head. “No, no, no, how could it be your fault? It’s all my fault. You’re a big person, forgive me, okay?”

Patrick let out a soft snort but did not respond to her words. Seeing his reaction, Violet’s eyes flickered. She cautiously crawled out of bed and took a step forward, intending to apologize properly to Patrick.

Suddenly, Violet noticed that Patrick’s gaze on her had turned somewhat dark. She was taken aback and looked down, only to realize that she was completely n*ked. She froze in place, feeling her whole b*dy go stiff. She could not believe that she had forgotten to put on any clothes.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

In her panic, Violet took a step back, intending to dive under the covers, but her foot got caught in the blanket, and the other foot accidentally landed on it. When she tried to move backward, she lost her balance and fell backward.

Instinctively, she reached out into thin air to steady herself. However, in a twist of fate, she ended up falling directly onto Patrick.

Her eyes widened in terror, and her teeth accidentally bumped into Patrick’s chin. Patrick had no time to react. At that moment when she fell on him, he felt like his world was spinning out of control.

Accompanied by the pain in his chin, Patrick’s head once again collided with the floor, making him groan in agony. Violet was on top of him seeming utterly clueless about what happened.

Patrick had suffered two heavy blows to his head in the morning, and he was seething with anger. He gritted his teeth and growled, “Violet Webb!”

Violet immediately raised her head, her shoulders shrinking in fear. She quickly slithered back onto the bed and wrapped herself tightly in the blanket.

She looked at Patrick with a guilty expression and pleaded, “I really didn’t mean

to.”

Patrick’s chin was oozing blood, and the pain in the back of his head made him close his eyes. He got up again. His voice filled with restrained anger. “Oh, shut up. You did it on purpose! | shouldn't have...”

Patrick glanced at Violet, then turned and walked away, too upset to continue. He now deeply regretted sharing a bed with Violet the previous night. If he had not done that, he would not be in such a miserable situation that morning. During breakfast, Patrick still wore a scowl on his face, looking as if someone owed him a billion dollars.

While Violet was getting ready, she had already called Nelson to inquire about the events of the previous night. Although she had a rough idea of what had happened, hearing the truth from Nelson sent a chill down her spine.

She had expected that Henry would try to use Charles to pressure her into marriage, and she could find a way to thwart that plan. However, she never anticipated that Henry would resort to drugging her and taking compromising photos. Violet was at a loss for how to deal with this situation.

She could not believe that her father would stoop to such low tactics against her