Accidental Marriage with the CEO: Unwanted Bride
Chapter 66: No man

Chapter 66: No man

"No. I have to get back to the hospital. I brought my car," she refused, already turning in the opposite direction. The action made him clench his fists before striding after her and grabbing her wrist.

"Get back in the car, Patricia," he ordered, his voice firm. She turned to face him, defiant.

"I do not want to," she replied, rejecting him again, her refusal sparking something sharp in him. His grip on her wrist tightened.

Without warning, he scooped her up, taking her completely off guard. She shrieked as he tossed her over his shoulder and strode back toward his car like a man possessed.

"Put me down! I am not entering your car!!" She screamed, kicking and flailing, but Roman’s eyes stayed cold, dark, unbothered by her resistance, as though her outburst didn’t faze him in the slightest.

Patricia froze when she noticed he was approaching the passenger side of the car. A plan formed instantly. Once he dropped her in and walked over to the driver’s seat, she would make her move. He might be stronger, but she was clever. She would show him exactly that.

But as they reached the passenger door, Roman stopped. Instead of opening it, he pivoted and walked around to the driver’s side. Patricia’s eyes widened, her mouth falling open in shock.

"Where are you taking me?" She demanded, eyebrows knitting in a deep frown as she twisted her neck to get a better view of their direction. Her fury reignited when she realized what he was doing.

Roman said nothing. He opened the driver’s door, hit the central lock, then dropped her into the car and shoved her toward the passenger seat.

Seizing her chance, Patricia lunged for the door handle but it didn’t budge. She struggled harder, her breaths turning frantic, until his calm, cold voice cut through her panic.

"It’s locked," he said, already starting the engine.

That was when it hit her. He had locked all the doors before getting in and that was why he dragged her in through his side. She underestimated him. He was one step ahead, and unfortunately, that made him smarter than she was.

With a huff of frustration, she tore her gaze away from him and stared out the window, refusing to look in his direction. She kept her eyes glued there for the entire ride, jaw clenched, even as minutes turned into what felt like an eternity.

Eventually, curiosity gnawed at her. They hadn’t stopped once, and by her calculation, it had been over thirty minutes since they left the café. Still, he kept driving.

Without turning to face him, she asked, her voice quieter now, forced calm in her surrender, "Where are we heading to?"

"You will see," he said simply, leaving no room for further questions.

The rest of the ride fell into a heavy silence.

Worn out, Patricia eventually dozed off, her head tilting against the window. Roman glanced at her, sleeping peacefully now, her chest rising and falling with soft, steady breaths. The sight did something to him, it calmed him.

At first, he thought he only hated seeing her with Syres. But watching her in Syres’s arms earlier, just out of reach, made him realize something deeper, darker. He wasn’t just jealous. He was possessive. He couldn’t stand the thought of her being far from him... not when she was his.

If not for the enemies lurking in the shadows, he would have claimed her already, declared her his in front of the world. But that risk was too great, and so, he backed off... for now.

The question was: how much longer could he keep doing that?

Even with his men watching her, she still managed to meet Syres. If she could do that under surveillance, what chance did he have once she was truly free? The thought of another man’s hands on her made every fiber in him coil with rage. That was why he kept stalling the divorce conversation, delaying it for as long as possible. He needed time. Time to convince her to stay. But how?

His grip tightened around the steering wheel, his knuckles whitening. With a frustrated sigh, he ran a hand through his hair. If he couldn’t have her, then no one was allowed to.

Patricia stirred awake, groaning as her vision adjusted to the light filtering in. Her mind slowly rebooted, and the moment everything clicked into place, she turned her head toward Roman, narrowing her eyes at the sight of him sitting calmly beside her.

"We are here. You can always ask Kay if you need anything, I won’t be available for that," he said casually, unbuckling his seatbelt.

"Then why the hell did you bring me here, you jerk?" She muttered under her breath, but ’the jerk’ heard her loud and clear.

"Because no man will dare lay a hand on you here," he replied without missing a beat, his voice low, deadly serious even and her heart skipped.

Patricia’s eyes darted to him, goosebumps crawling over her skin. The possessiveness in his voice was chilling. It sounded like a threat... yet somehow, to her, it also felt like a confession. And as much as she told herself not to read into it, not to fall for whatever it was he was doing, she couldn’t ignore the feeling that there was more behind those words.

She shook her head and exhaled sharply, scolding herself internally before stepping out of the car and walking around to meet him on the other side.

As she looked into the distance, her eyes landed on a number of young and middle-aged women and men in white coats, moving from patient to patient, administering drugs and aid. That was when Patricia fully took in her surroundings. They were inside a compound, and oddly, there was no gate in sight.

Her gaze stretched further toward the road they came from. It was quiet. Isolated. Only trees bordered the distance, and it became clear that they were in the countryside. Remote, far away from everything. And strangely, Roman didn’t strike her as someone who would be involved in this kind of volunteer work. Especially not in a hospital that had no visible name or signage. It was just... there. Quiet. Hidden.

"Are you ready?" Roman’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She nodded quickly, shifting her attention back to the front.

He took a step forward, and she followed, walking side-by-side until they reached the main area where the volunteers were stationed. Instantly, they drew attention.

"Well, look who finally came back," a middle-aged woman called out with a warm but teasing tone, shaking her head as she smiled, clearly referring to Roman.

"I brought in extra hands. Get her to work," Roman replied coolly, brushing past the comment and walking away without another glance.

The woman’s smile faded as her eyes fell on Patricia. Instantly, her expression shifted, no longer warm, but not hostile either. Just... uncertain. As if she didn’t quite know how to respond to Patricia’s presence. It left Patricia questioning why. They had never met before, so what was that reaction?

"Aunt, we need your help at table ten, we are swamped," a young lady’s voice interrupted suddenly. She appeared beside the older woman, tugging on her arm urgently.

Patricia turned toward the new voice, and the moment her eyes landed on the speaker, something inside her cracked.

Of course, it had to be Michelle.