She just grabbed his cup and drank all the coffee, which was already shocking, she shouted at him just now, the world was quiet.
Then–
At this moment, Patrick’s answer was undoubtedly the silence that made the whole world stop its heartbeat!
At least, Twinkle could no longer hear any sound.
Her little head was buzzing, only his cold voice kept floating.
The soul was once again ingested by his deep eyes, his deep dark eyes.
Patrick’s lips suddenly ticked with a hint of interest “But, that’s just what you think. I will never admit it.”
Everyone was speechless!
Twinkle was pissed off!
Squeezing her fist, she rushed in angrily and rushed directly to Patrick’s wheelchair, but was stopped by Janet in time when she rushed forward to sharpen her knife and kill him!
“Miss. Simpson, do you have something to say!”
“Say what? He did it on purpose! Every time I saw him, something bad would happen! Every time he deliberately played jokes on me! Please let me go, I want to beat him!”
“Miss. Simpson, calm down!”
“No, I really want to beat him up, right now!”
“Miss. Simpson!”
Twinkle rushed forward, and Janet tried to stop her. The scene was terrible at first glance, and after looking at it for a second time, it was funny.
The joking voice was still coming “Why, when you heard my words, you are disappointed at me right?”
“You! Patrick! You bastard!”
“Miss. Simpson!”
after an hour–
Exhausted Twinkle, holding a glass of jujube juice in her hand, biting the straw fiercely in her mouth, she was sitting in a room on the second floor.
She could not go back.
Because Patrick was angry just now, he almost made Donald throw Treasure off the roof.
He was sick! Thought Twinkle.
Treasure was just born and still a little cat. What on earth was he thinking?
She was sitting on the floor, a small nest for the kitty was not far away. Treasure drank enough milk and was already asleep.
Directly in front of the small nest is an oval retro window. It was airy, sunny, and it had curtains. When the sun was hot at noon, she could close the curtains to avoid a lot of heat.
Behind her, a pile of cat litter has been neatly spread in the cat toilet.
The cat climbing frame was placed next to the window, and there was a funny cat ball on it, but in the case of Treasure, it will take some time to wait for her body to be bigger and stronger to play with the toys.
She drank the jujube juice.
Janet came up and stood at the door of the side hall and knocked on the wall “Miss. Simpson, lunch is ready.”
Twinkle looked up at her and said, “Is that bastard below?”
Janet was speechless, but still said warmly “In the past, Mr. Patrick used to eat alone. But today, it is the first time Mr. Patrick dine at home with others. Miss. Simpson, do you want to go down?”
Somehow, her anger disappeared with her words.
Twinkle opened her mouth and looked at her sadly “Has he been eating alone?”
“Well, for many years, he is alone.”
“Oh.”
“Miss. Simpson, are you going down? Or shall I bring lunch to you?”
“Well, I will go down!”
“That will be better.”
Janet waited for Twinkle to go downstairs together, when she walked to the entrance of the second floor hall, she pursed her lips, and suddenly turned to Twinkle and said “Miss. Simpson, Mr. Patrick is actually very innocent in treating relationships, he is more fragile than you and I imagined. There are more other reasons. Some reasons may be because he lacks experience and the opportunity to get along with others, so he will have no idea what to do when he encounters relationship problems, and he will not understand how to deal with the people. Maybe he was thinking of getting closer to you, but he often became more alienated by making mistakes. ”
“Jane, why did you tell me about this?”
Twinkle didn’t want to listen.
Because the more she listened, the more uncomfortable she felt. There was a touch of sadness, and she didn’t know who that was for.
She didn’t like this feeling. She just wanted to go home quickly, bathe in the sun, and go back to her parents and Dawn.
Janet gave her a deep look, and finally sighed and led her down the stairs.
I have to say that Patrick’s The Flower Palace is really big.
Just now, in the side hall upstairs, Twinkle discovered that there was a large house behind the front villa, which looked like an office building or a small museum with so many flowers surrounded.
Patrick’s house was very large indeed.
It’s just, what were the houses behind?
She couldn’t help being curious.
After going downstairs, bypassing the front hall to the restaurant, through the crystal clear glass window, she saw half a small basketball court in front of the courtyard, and a high basketball rack.
She was puzzled last time, and Patrick couldn’t stand again. Why was there a basketball court in the yard?
Was it for Trump or Donald?
Patrick was nice to his assistant? And he built a basket court for them?
Won’t he feel sad? Watching his men run and jump in the sun and play ball happily, he could only sit in a wheelchair!
Twinkle felt that Patrick was not as simple as it seemed.
There were secrets in him.
This was real.
Because she had embraced Treasure, Twinkle went to wash her hands. When she returned to the dining table, she saw that Patrick was already sitting in the dining chair, waiting for her quietly.
Some flattered walked past, she smiled and said “Let’s have lunch.”
He saw her sit down, nodded, and said, “Let’s have lunch.”
Janet was really good at cooking. At least Twinkle ate everything very cheerfully. She also found an interesting thing Patrick did not like to eat any food that she particularly liked.
Therefore, she was in a good mood to eat, because no one was against her!
After she was full, she saw Janet coming over to clean up the table and couldn’t help but sigh “Jane, your are a real chef, the food is really really good! Your Trump is very lucky to have you to be his wife!”
Janet chuckled and said, “I happy that you can say so.”
Twinkle at first wanted to call her family and talk about her situation. She had no idea whether she should stay here for a few more days or tell her family to pick her up.
However, she sadly found that when she came out, she was too anxious and she forgot to bring her daily stuff, clothes, her wallet, nothing!
She walked helplessly into the living room, picked up the phone on the small table, and just dialed her family numbers, but heard a busy sound in the microphone.
She frowned, and immediately looked at Patrick “Your cell phone just give it to me, I have to call home!”
Patrick didn’t move, but just said warmly “The clothes, shoes, bags and supplies you wear are upstairs, they are all new.”