Rachel's face flushed red, and she was tearful. Before Patrick could finish his words, she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him affectionately.
While weeping, she apologized, "I'm sorry, Patrick. I'm sorry..."
Patrick did not refuse.
In an instant, he released his grip on her neck and embraced her slender body tightly, wishing he could meld it into his own. He tasted her tears and responded passionately to her kiss.
My heart was suddenly torn apart and sank into a bottomless icy cave.
I felt dizzy, and my bag slipped from my wrist, falling to the floor. Unable to control myself, I took two steps back, stumbling against the door.
Everything happened so abruptly that I couldn't cover Harry's eyes in time.
Holding my hand tightly, he tried to help me up.
His childish face revealed his fear and anxiety.
"Mommy, Mommy, what's wrong? I can't pull you, Mommy."
Harry's crying interrupted Patrick and Rachel's kiss.
I hugged him tightly and pressed his face against my shoulder.
He shouldn't endure such a dirty scene.
The blush on Patrick's face, brought on by sexual arousal, faded completely, leaving him pale-faced.
"H-Honey?"