Forbidden Passion

As soon as the door opened, Cindy was almost knocked over by the strong wind. She grabbed the door frame to steady herself, forcefully closed the door, and walked towards the filming location against the wind.noveldrama

The sandstorm was so intense that visibility was very low. She could barely open her eyes and had to squint as she walked forward.

She had been with the crew for several days and could find the filming location with her eyes closed. She didn't see anyone along the way.

It wasn't until she got closer to the filming location that she heard the director shouting "Action" through a megaphone. She followed the sound.

In the midst of the yellow sand, the set had already been blown over. The natural scene alone was enough to make one feel despair and suffocation.

The wind was so strong that it took several people to hold a camera steady. Amidst the sandstorm, Patrick was fiercely fighting with another actor.

The scene was set in a narrow alley. Both actors were very professional; even with sand in their eyes, they didn't pause at all, and their fight choreography was incredibly smooth.

Cindy stood in a sheltered spot, watching Patrick's graceful movements in the yellow sand. His strikes were fierce, each move both ruthless and domineering.

It wasn't until the director excitedly shouted "Cut" that the two actors stopped their life-and-death struggle. They shook hands and patted each other's shoulders, ready to

leave.

The wind howled, and Cindy squinted to see a loose tile on the roof right above Patrick's head.

Cindy's heart skipped a beat. If the tile fell and didn't hit Patrick, it would be fine, but if

it did, it could be fatal. She reacted almost without thinking.

She dashed into the sandstorm, running frantically towards Patrick.

At that moment, she thought she must be out of her mind. If it were a movie where the heroine ran to save the hero from bullets or knives, she would think the heroine was stupid.

If it were her, she would definitely take better care of herself.

However, seeing Patrick in danger, Cindy ran towards him without a second thought, driven by an unstoppable force. She couldn't stop herself.

As if her body had a mind of its own, she ran and shouted, "Patrick, move! The tile is loose, move!"

In just a few words, she got a mouthful of sand.

Patrick seemed to hear Cindy's voice and squinted in her direction. The wind was so loud that he couldn't hear what Cindy was saying.

But Patrick had never seen Cindy run towards him so fast before.

Patrick stood still, watching Cindy run closer. He could barely see the anxious

expression on her face, as if she was saying something.

Cindy saw the tile finally being lifted by the wind. However, it didn't fall straight down

as she had expected but was blown towards her direction.

Cindy abruptly stopped, not even having time to think. The tile hit her face with a "bang," and her nose bled profusely.

The strong wind knocked Cindy backward. As she was about to fall, she let out a cry of despair in her heart. If she died and went to the afterlife, she imagined the Grim Reaper would mock her for dying in such a foolish way.

Why didn't she consider the wind's effect when she ran towards Patrick?

The next second, Cindy fell into a warm embrace, and Patrick's panicked voice came to her ears, "Cindy, stay with me, do you hear me?"

Cindy tightly closed her eyes, not wanting to face her shameful self, and pretended to faint.

Patrick couldn't wake Cindy up. Seeing the sandstorm intensifying and the surroundings becoming more chaotic, he quickly picked Cindy up and walked towards the house.

The house was noisy. When Patrick came back with Cindy in his arms, Ulysses quickly opened the door to let them in. Seeing Cindy unconscious and covered in blood, Ulysses' eyes widened in shock.

"Patrick, what happened to Cindy?" Ulysses asked worriedly as he watched Patrick lay Cindy on the sofa and hurried to find a first aid kit to hand to him.

"She got hit by a tile." Patrick's face showed no emotion, but his heart was in turmoil.

Patrick took the first aid kit, pulled out some antiseptic and cotton balls, and began cleaning the blood off Cindy's face. The cotton ball soaked in alcohol wiped away the blood bit by bit.

Fortunately, apart from her red nose, there were no visible injuries. But who knew if Cindy's proud nose bridge was hurt?

Thinking this, Patrick threw away the bloody cotton ball and gently pressed Cindy's nose bridge with his fingers.

A sharp pain hit, and the pretending-to-faint Cindy opened her eyes in pain, glaring at the close-up Patrick, "Great, you're trying to kill me while I'm injured."

Patrick's fingers were still on Cindy's nose bridge. From her angle, her eyes looked a bit cross-eyed, which was quite amusing.

Patrick couldn't help but smile slightly, "Hmm, not pretending anymore?"

Cindy slapped Patrick's hand away, propped herself up on the sofa, her nose aching

and feeling like it was about to bleed again. She grabbed a tissue and pressed it to her nose, glaring at Patrick, "What am I pretending?"

"Pretending to faint." Patrick leaned over to screw the cap back on the alcohol, exposing her lie.

Cindy was displeased. "Who do you think I did it for? If I wasn't afraid you'd get killed by that tile, would I have bothered to run over?"

Patrick paused, looking back at Cindy's angry face, his eyes deep, "You did it for me?"

Cindy hadn't thought there was anything wrong with her words until Patrick questioned her. She realized she had been too straightforward.

Cindy cleared her throat, looked away, and didn't dare meet Patrick's eyes, "So, is my nose broken?"

"If it is, it's karma."

Patrick thought of Cindy getting hit by the tile and her nose bleeding profusely. He was terrified. Luckily, the flat side of the tile hit her face. If the sharp edge had struck her head, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"Hey, why are you so mean?" Cindy glared at Patrick, finding it hard to believe he was so cold-hearted. If she hadn't been worried about Patrick, would she have gone to

him?

If she hadn't gone to him, would she have been hit by the tile?

Patrick looked at her coldly, "Do you know how reckless that was? If you had any sense, you wouldn't have gone out in this weather."

Cindy puffed up her cheeks in anger, her nose aching, and her eyes stinging, "You're really annoying. I just like taking walks in this weather. What are you going to do about

it?"

Ulysses, seeing the two about to argue again, quickly said, "Patrick, there's a sandstorm tonight. Everyone in the crew is stuck in the house. What about dinner?"

"All you think about is eating?" Patrick snapped coldly.

Ulysses looked aggrieved and rubbed his stomach, "Isn't eating one of life's greatest pleasures?"

"Ulysses, don't mind him. I'll take you to find food later. Ouch." Cindy took a deep breath, feeling the injury wasn't worth it.

Patrick, that bastard, should have been hit by the tile to knock some sense into him, so

he wouldn't always think about how to hurt people with his words!

Patrick stared at Cindy. "You stay put. I'll go check."