Treat Me Gently, Mr.Patton
Synopsis
Four years ago, I experienced betrayal from my own family - my father, stepmother, and stepsister. After a one-night stand with a man, I decided to escape from the country. I thought it was just a passing fling and we would never cross paths again. However, to my surprise, he cornered me at the airport on the day of my return! He was Mr. Patton, a prominent figure in the capital, known for his disinterest in women and celibate lifestyle. Yet, he helped me expose my stepsister's true colors and confronted my stepmother. When he saw the adorable twins I had born for him, his eyes turned red, and he embraced me tightly, whispering, "Eleanor, I've been waiting for you for four years. I am glad I never lost hope on us!"
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Chapter 1 Please, Help Me | Treat Me Gently, Mr.Patton
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It was getting late, and a soft breeze was blowing across the land.
The 19-year-old slept with her beautiful eyes closed on the plush king-sized bed in the presidential suite of Willowbrook City's finest hotel. She was snoozing and dreaming with her hands tied behind her back.
She opened her eyes wide, and her pupils widened suddenly.
Simultaneously, a man and a woman greeted an overweight middle-aged man in the hallway before accompanying him to the presidential suite.
"The girl in the room is my daughter, Mr. Lee. She's a little bit stubborn, but I can promise you that she is always neat and tidy. Once you slept with her, she'd be as submissive as a little kitten," said the man.
The woman remarked with a smile, "Mr. Lee, it's best to choose young girls like her if you want to have children. She's healthy and attractive and can give you healthy and adorable babies."
Mr. Lee said, "Alright, I would have a check first," before putting his hands behind his back. "If I'm satisfied with her, I'll award the West City project to the Gordons."
The man's face lit up with joy, while the woman's heavily made-up face seemed on the verge of smudging due to her wide smile.
"I promise you will be pleased with her!"
With that, they reached the door of the presidential suite. George promptly pulled out the room key, opened the door, and politely invited Mr. Lee inside, saying, "Mr. Lee, please come in."
Mr. Lee, with his belly bulging out, confidently entered without hesitation, followed closely by the man and woman.
To their shock, they found the white bed empty in the room.
There was no one in the room.
Mr. Lee's face turned serious, and he angrily confronted them, "Do you think you can play games with me, George Gordon?"
George Gordon was speechless and turned to the woman beside him, saying, "Where is she? Didn't I tell you to bring her here after knocking her out?"
Marie Gordon was also caught off guard, beads of sweat forming on her forehead from panic as she stared at the empty room. "I did bring her here. I even tied her hands in case she escaped..."
Suddenly, a shadow slipped out of the adjacent bathroom without looking back.
Desperate to escape, Eleanor struggled, her body feeling terrible, hot with fever and weak, her legs barely able to support her usual gait.
Her stepmother, Marie, knocked her unconscious and drugged her.
The pain of biting her lips until they bled fueled her determination as she inched her way toward the elevator.
Marie's mean voice resonated from behind as she declared, "This can't be! Eleanor couldn't have gotten far. We must search through every corner of this hotel, she must be here somewhere."
Eleanor Gordon's heart raced at that moment, her eyes swiftly scanning the nearby room doors. Suddenly, her attention was caught by a door slightly ajar, revealing a thin opening.
She might have missed it if she hadn't paid close attention.
Seizing this opportunity, she bit her lip until it broke, the sharp pain igniting a surge of determination.
Just as Marie and George hurried out of the presidential suite, Eleanor hurried up to the door.
Eleanor used her body to push the door wider and slipped inside in a swift motion.
As she leaned her back against the door, she could still hear the faint voices of Marie and George outside.
She had just barely managed to avoid a disaster.
The corners of Eleanor's mouth turned up in a faint smile of triumph as she leaned wearily against the door.
Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat as she felt a cold and penetrating gaze settle upon her. The gaze was chilling, freezing the smile on her face instantly.
In a panic, she looked up and found herself face-to-face with a man, his upper body bare and only a towel around his waist. His slightly damp hair and the few strands clinging to his forehead showed that he had just finished bathing.
Eleanor barely had a moment to admire the sight of the attractive man, still glistening from his shower, when a knock interrupted their exchanged glances.
His eyebrows slightly furrowed, and he looked at her with his lips slightly opened.
Realizing the urgency of the situation, Eleanor couldn't allow him to speak.
She was well aware that perhaps it was George and Marie knocking on the door. They would definitely have her captured and returned to Mr. Lee's bed if they found out she was here.
Summoning a surge of strength and bravery, Eleanor quickly stepped forward. She prevented the man from saying a word by creeping up behind him and sealing his mouth with her lips before he could speak.
An electric current seemed to pass through his body, heat rapidly spreading from their joined lips. He stared at this audacious young woman before him, his eyes widening in surprise.
Unbeknownst to Eleanor, the man had accidentally ingested some drug from her lipstick.
Eleanor only felt the heightened intensity of their connection at that moment, like a blazing fire deep within her. Desperate to break free from the confines of her restrained body, Eleanor felt her limbs grow weak and powerless.
There was a ten-second break in the knocking before it resumed.
Eleanor stopped kissing him, then took a deep breath as she stared into his sorrowful, deep eyes with her hazel ones. Her voice lowered in urgency as she revealed her bound hands, "Please, help me..."
The man's thin lips curled menacingly, and his icy stare deepened.
His priority was no longer saving Eleanor but saving himself.
Without hesitation, he firmly grabbed her slender waist and swiftly tossed her onto the luxurious, plush bed.
As the morning sun filtered through the curtains, Eleanor gradually opened her eyes.
Everything she did hurt like a thousand needles because of what happened last night.
She sat up with difficulty, biting her lip as her angry gaze swept over the handsome face of the man sleeping next to her.
A strong urge to punch him welled up inside her.
All she hoped for was for him to untie the ropes binding her hands. Nothing more.
"Never mind. I'll just pretend I had been bitten by a dog. At least he's more attractive than Mr. Lee," she thought.
Eleanor felt she hadn't lost much after comparing the two men.
She carefully pulled back the covers and got out of bed.
She knew she couldn't wear the pajamas she had on last night anymore. She walked up to the couch and, even though the man's white shirt was too big and his black pants were too long, she put them on.
Eleanor found a wallet resting in the pocket of the pants. Curiosity piqued, she took it out and opened it.
Her eyes narrowed at the sight of a thick stack of bills. In her quest to escape, she knew she would need money.
With that money, she could have gotten some new clothes and a plane ticket, so she reached for the cash and tucked it away.
She looked at the ID inside the wallet for a second before tossing it onto the couch, and it read: Jasper Patton.
A sudden realization struck her, recognizing that the man lying lazily on the bed was none other than the infamous Jasper Patton.
The sleeping man rolled over unexpectedly. Eleanor's heart skipped a beat, and she knew she couldn't afford to delay any longer. She hastily zipped her pants and headed out the door.
Half an hour later, the man finally stirred awake.
Half an hour later, the man finally stirred awake. Upon surveying the empty room and noticing the vivid red blood mark on the bedsheet, he couldn't help but question if it had all been an elaborate dream if not for that lingering touch of crimson.
"That wretched woman!" He had a nagging suspicion that she had drugged him and then disappeared before he woke up.
He had expected her to remain seated on the bed, shedding tears and causing a commotion or perhaps even resorting to threats of marriage. Speculating that she might return to clean up before attempting to extort him, he picked up his phone and dialed a familiar number. "Noah, come over immediately!"
Ten minutes later, Noah Clark arrived in the room in a state of panic.
"Mr. Patton, I came by last night and knocked on the door, but there was no response, so I didn't dare enter," said Noah.
Jasper leaned casually against the headboard, wearing nothing but an unbuttoned white shirt, revealing his well-toned chest. Despite the situation, he appeared composed and exuded charm.
With cold radiance in his deep eyes, Jasper stared at Noah, asking, "How many people know that I came to Willowbrook?"
Noah was caught off guard. Not expecting a question, he had assumed Jasper was calling him to reprimand him for the late delivery of the documents. After some thought, he responded with conviction: "No one knows! Nobody in Willowbrook knew you were there, not even your parents!"
Jasper furrowed his brow in confusion. If no one knew he was in Willowbrook, then it didn't make sense for a woman to intrude upon his room and drug him.
There seemed to be no apparent motives or traps set for him. His attention was drawn to the empty wallet on the bedside cabinet, and his eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Noah, I had an encounter with a woman last night, and it was an unexpectedly enjoyable experience. I need your help in finding out who she is."
The idea of Jasper Patton, who had led a modest and discreet life for 28 years, being enchanted by a woman seemed almost unfathomable.
Noah's excitement surged as if he had been injected with a surge of adrenaline. He was eager to uncover the identity of the audacious woman who had dared to mess with the vengeful Mr. Patton.
Noah could already envision the merciless punishment that would befall her once she was found at the hands of the formidable Patton family.
Noah swiftly identified Eleanor's identity by carefully examining the hotel's surveillance footage. Eleanor, who was the eldest daughter of George Gordon, the powerful CEO of Interstellar Group Ltd, had a tumultuous upbringing. Her mother had passed away when she was young, and her father had brought Marie, his long-time mistress, into their lives. Eleanor had endured years of mistreatment under Marie's oppressive control.
While she was supposed to be the precious member of the Gordon family, she was often subjected to abuse and manipulation. However, she managed to excel academically and earned a reputation as a brilliant student. At the age of 15, she gained admission to Silverton University in Willowbrook, becoming the top scorer in the entire city.
Despite her family residing in Willowbrook, Eleanor had chosen to live on campus throughout her academic journey. By the time she reached the age of 19, she was already pursuing a doctoral degree and had even obtained a dual degree—an impressive feat.
After Jasper finished studying the gathered information about Eleanor, he looked up and asked a direct question, his gaze cold and stern. "Where is she?"
Caught under Jasper's intense scrutiny, Noah felt a sudden rush of anxiety. His facial muscles stiffened, and cold sweat formed on his back. His throat felt constricted as though blocked by a lump of cotton.
Noah stuttered while struggling to find his words, "I... I haven't been able to locate her."
Chapter 2 He Slept with Her That Night | Treat Me Gently, Mr.Patton
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Four years later, Jasper, the esteemed member of the Patton family, made the decision to stay in Willowbrook instead of returning to Mysticville.
While others were clueless about his reasons, Noah knew the truth: Jasper was engaged in a dangerous competition with Eleanor!
The woman that slept with him mysteriously vanished four years ago, and no one had heard a single word from her since.
Jasper, who ran the largest company in the country and had access to a team of A-listers, did everything in his power to track down Eleanor, but to no avail.
They used every cutting-edge tool at their disposal, but they couldn't even find where Eleanor was.
Mia Patton, Jasper's mother, was distraught by this. During those four years, Jasper received countless calls from her, but he still refused to go back to Mysticville.
"Jasper," Mia continued to persuade her son over the phone, "Your brother Alex's son even started dating someone this year! You're already thirty-two years old! If you don't get married soon, people will start thinking of you as an old unwanted man."
Focused on his path through the airport, Jasper held the phone to his ear without giving a sideways glance. "Everyone addresses me as Mr. Patton. Who would dare diminish my status?"
Taken aback by his response, Mia couldn't help but cough a few times. Among her five children, Jasper was the one who caused her the most worry.
Jasper, Mia's youngest son, had been spoiled since childhood. She didn't realize how much her leniency encouraged his disruptive behavior. He was like a wild horse, refusing to be tamed and always seeking freedom. Now, even though Mia wanted to control him, it seemed like an impossible task.
After coughing, Mia sobbed softly into her handkerchief, "Lately, I haven't been feeling well. My heart is constantly in pain. I just hope you can come back and start a family so that I can see my grandchild before I pass away. Is this simple request too much for you?" Mia's voice choked with emotion.
Jasper was no stranger to Mia's tactics. From childhood to adulthood, he had witnessed her schemes against his father.
His father always fell for them, but he had become immune to them over time.
"Alright, Mom, please stop crying. If you're not feeling well, go see a doctor. I'm about to go through security now," Jasper replied.
"Wait, don't hang up!" Mia hurriedly spoke, sensing he was about to end the call. "Thornfield is not far from Mysticville. After you finish your business, why not stop by home? Mom misses you."
Thornfield was more than 1,300 kilometers away from Mysticville and was far from being considered a close distance.
Mia's wish was unrealistic.
Jasper took a delicate cigarette case from his pocket and said, "Alright, I'll visit you when I find the time."
Just as he was about to end the call, someone lightly tapped him on the back. Confused, Jasper frowned and turned around.
In front of him stood a girl dressed in a preppy style, wearing a plaid skirt that accentuated her long, fair legs. Her cute white socks and black shoes completed the ensemble. She had a beautiful face with subtle makeup, making it difficult to determine her age, but her attire suggested she was a young adult.
The girl pointed to something on the ground and tilted her head, a smile playing on her lips. "You dropped something, old guy."
Only then did Jasper snap out of his daze, his gaze falling on the business card that had fallen to the floor. He moved the phone away from his ear and asked, "What did you just call me?"
With a shrug and a smile, the girl's eyes landed on the cigarette case in his hand. "Just a friendly reminder, smoking is prohibited in the airport."
"Eleanor, the driver has been waiting outside for an hour! Stop wasting time and hurry up!" A voice called out, and the girl waved to Jasper before happily rushing over. "I'm here!"
Jasper watched her youthful and vibrant figure, a sly smile forming on his face. "Eleanor, I finally found you!"
Outside the airport, the driver anxiously checked his watch. He had been assigned to pick up the renowned scriptwriter Conrad Summers. He had already contacted Conrad's assistant, who assured him that she would come out after retrieving her luggage.
However, despite waiting for quite some time, there was still no sign of her.
The driver craned his neck, scanning the airport in search of them.
"Hey, are you looking for me?" He felt a tap on the shoulder. He bent over and saw two young women. He thought they were students and angrily exploded, "If you want to be extras, go to the set. I'm not here to pick you actresses up."
One of the girls chuckled mirthfully, "Haha, do you really think I'm only fit for an extra role?" as the other girl pulled a funny face.
Confused, the driver stared at them. These girls appeared to be students, but something about them made it seem they knew him.
One of the girls unwrapped a lollipop and popped it in her mouth. Turning to the driver, she asked, "You're here to pick up Conrad Summers, right?"
The driver was taken aback. Conrad Summers, the queen of romantic novels, had skyrocketed to fame a few years ago. He glanced at Eleanor, then back at the other girl. Both of them seemed somewhat youthful for their apparent knowledge.
Eleanor, not wanting to waste any more time, spoke up. "I am Conrad. 'Twenty-fifth Hour' is my work."
"What? You're Conrad Summers?" The driver's eyes widened in disbelief.
Conrad Summers, renowned for her sharp wit and ability to create intense chemistry in her novels, was known to drive readers crazy and make them yearn for a romantic partner like those in her stories. And here stood Conrad Summers, looking so young?
Eleanor's assistant, Violet Reed, couldn't help but giggle as she observed the driver's astonished expression. "Hahaha, don't let her appearance fool you. She likes to act youthful. But in fact, she's already..."
Eleanor nudged Violet with her elbow, silencing her before she could reveal the truth.
The driver, finally snapping out of his surprise, eagerly opened the car door to welcome the two girls.
"Miss Summers," the driver said excitedly as he began driving, "Would it be possible to take a picture with you later? My girlfriend is a huge fan of yours. She fell for me because she thought I resembled Lucas Moore from your book, even though he's just a supporting character. He's a romantic hero, you know..."
Violet blinked in surprise. Lucas Moore was only a supporting character in "Twenty-fifth Hour." She couldn't believe someone could become infatuated with Eleanor to the point of falling in love with someone like Lucas.
"Ahem..." Violet mustered a wry smile, turning to Eleanor. "Eleanor, it seems like his girlfriend is a devoted fan of yours!"
Eleanor chuckled, biting into her lollipop. "Alright, let's take a picture then."
The driver's joy was palpable, his eyebrows dancing in excitement as he reached the limit speed.
After half an hour, he dropped off Eleanor and Violet at the hotel, arranged by the production crew, and handed them their respective room keys.
"Miss Summers, please take some rest. I'll go and report to Director Miller," the driver offered, handing Eleanor her room key.
Without uttering a word, Eleanor accepted the key and walked straight to her designated room, where she immediately sank into the comfort of the large bed.
In her mind, Eleanor thought, "Willowbrook, I'm back!"
Recalling the humiliating scene that occurred when she left years ago, a cold glint flickered in her hazel eyes.
While growing up, she had always known that her father did not favor her and that her family did not consider her a true Gordon.
George was her only family member in the world. She had always clung to the delusion that by working hard and showcasing her talents and brilliance to him, hoping that he would eventually come to love her.
However, that night shattered all her illusions. When she woke up in the presidential suite's bed, she realized that someone who didn't love her would never love her, no matter how much effort she put in. To her father, she was merely a means to serve his own interests.
Instead of staying in her own room, Violet hurried to Eleanor's bedroom, where she found her lying on the bed, deep in thought. Violet leaped onto the bed without warning and said, "Hey! Eleanor!"
Eleanor wiped away the tears that trickled down her cheeks, attempting to hide her vulnerability.
Sensing Eleanor's distress, Violet bit her lip and chose to ignore the tears, lying down beside her instead. "Hey, we've finally made it to Willowbrook. What's your plan? Will you leave after this mission is over?"
A bitter smile tugged at Eleanor's lips as she responded with a cold tone, "Heh... Now that we're both here, how can I not go home and give my dear father a huge surprise as a gift."
Violet's intuition was triggered by Eleanor's icy demeanor, causing a shiver to run down her spine.
Eleanor, now twenty-three years old, may not be considered old, but there were underlying reasons why she had developed such an immature facade. Despite her innocent and beautiful appearance, Violet knew that Eleanor's heart bore deep scars.
However, Eleanor had never been a fragile girl.
Sensing the sensitivity of the topic, Violet quickly changed it, licking her lips nervously. "Um... what about that man?"
Eleanor turned to look at her, "Which man?"
Violet playfully batted her eyelashes and chuckled mischievously. "You know, that man you spent that night with!"