Looking at Twinkle’s heartless face, Donald really didn’t know what to say.
He glanced at the pink and blue suitcase beside his eyes and feet, and just wanted to help Patrick say something to keep her, but he heard that his brother had already said “Twinkle, do you think it’s appropriate to mention in front of your future husband that you want to go on a date with the lover who grew up with you?”
She seemed to stare at him.
Patrick’s eyes were as lost and unpredictable as the vast sea. Twinkle did ‘t understand the flash of emotion.
She put her hands on his knees and said “we have a tacit understanding. Do you forget? Shall we not quarrel in the future? If I do something that makes you dissatisfied, you say, I can correct it. Let’s try to live in harmony and have a good time together, shall we? ”
Trump gave her a cold look. He was still trying to get Mr. Patrick to take her with him. Now, trump doesn’t feel worth it for Mr. Patrick!
Look, she didn’t want to spend her whole life with him!
Patrick brushed her hand off his lap.
His white hands were cool, and she felt angry with him, though he didn’t use much strength.
“Sir, I don’t want to fight with you anymore.” She frowned, as if angry. He ignored her and said to trump, “go!”
Donald pushed his wheelchair forward, Trump picked up the black suitcase, and three men left the house.
She tooted her mouth and was angry. She watched the luggage get on the bus, watched them get on the bus, and then left before her eyes.
Twinkle had nothing to do in the flower palace all day.
Playing computer and watching TV, she slept when watching TV, or she just played with treasure.
At sunset, the afterglow of sunset had dyed the flowers outside the palace into colorful picture, dreamlike.
Holding a bottle of jujube juice, she sat on the basketball court in the front yard, bored and homesick. She couldn’t eat dinner because she had too many snacks in the afternoon.
Janet had been taking care of her in silence.
Although in the whole day, she kept telling Janet with different reasons and requirements whether she could let her go back for a few days and promised to come back before Patrick came.
But Janet always shook her head and refused.
Not only that, just a moment ago, she borrowed her cell phone from Janet to make a phone call at home. She didn’t even borrow it.
Twinkle was a little upset. With the beautiful night of the tree branches on the moon, she couldn’t help but ask “you are a little distant from me today, which is different from yesterday.”
Janet smiled lightly “your mind is more unpredictable than Mr. Patrick. As a housekeeper, I still work as usual, that’s all.”
Twinkle looked at her and sighed “it’s your Mr. Patrick who is unreasonable. He’s not at home when he’s on a business trip. I’m not in his way when I go home. Why do I think you’re all mad at me. ”
“Would you like dinner?”
“I don’t want to.”
“Well”
Mechanical dialogue, you come and I go, without feelings.
Twinkle was more homesick because of her grievance.
She left the bottle on the basketball court. She turned to the house, looked at the nearby rose tree, and said, ” what is Patrick doing now?”
“Half an hour ago, Mr. Patrick’s car just arrived at the expressway of H city. He should be eating in the hotel now.” Janet said as she picked up the bottle she had lost and continued to follow her.
When they entered the house, Twinkle said casually, “are you going to City H? I haven’t been there yet, is it fun? ”
“I remember Mr. Patrick asked if you wanted to go with him before he left.”
“well”
“Today, Mr. Patrick is away all day, and there is no one to disturb you. In your mind, do you want more Dawn or more Mr. Patrick?”
“Eh?” She paused and looked at Janet. “Why are you so taboo to Dawn?”
She remembered that it was talking about dawn in the morning that Patrick left mercilessly.
Janet looked at her, saw her unskillful face, and finally sighed helplessly, “nothing.”
Entering the living room, Twinkle wanted to go upstairs. Her eyes glanced casually and then she saw the pink and blue suitcase left between the sofa and the coffee table.
She was walking around the house today, and it was not the first time she was seen it.
It was just now that she thought of casually asking, “did your husband call back and ask if they had a missing box?”
“No.” Patrick looked at the box with a headache “this was last night, trump told me to help you clean it. He said that Mr. Patrick will take you to the city today, so I need to help you pack some clothes. ”
“Clothes?” Twinkle was not interested at all “I can’t wear all the clothes upstairs. Why are you still preparing the clothes?”
“It’s not the same,” Janet said. These were all black, white, gray, these colors. They had shoes and bags of the same color. ”
“I don’t like that dead color.”
“The day after tomorrow is the death of Mr. Patrick’s mother.”
“What?”
“His mother’s body has never been found, so Henry bought a graveyard and made a grave for her in the his mother’s hometown. Every year on the anniversary of her death, Mr. Patrick will go there in person.”
Twinkle suddenly stopped talking.
When Janet thought she would have any special reaction, she suddenly turned around and went upstairs as if nothing had happened.
Janet glanced at the box, her eyes dim.
She thought that Mr. Patrick’s world could finally open up a ray of light because of Twinkle.
She didn’t expect Twinkle to be a person who was not emotional and cared so much about her Mr. Patrick.
Forget it!
Just as Janet turned around to leave, the footsteps of going downstairs suddenly sounded on the steps.
She raised her eyes but saw the man who had left looking at herself seriously “can I borrow your cell phone? I’m not calling home. I’m trying to give him a call. I don’t know that the day after tomorrow is his mother’s death day. No one mentioned it to me for two days. I didn’t mean not to go. ”
“OK, I’ll call Mr. Patrick right now.” Janet’s pupil is full of cunning. She takes out her mobile phone and dials a number, lights up the speaker and waits for the other party to answer.
Soon, a charming female voice came over “Hello ~”
Janet didn’t give the woman another chance to talk, just hang up!
Twinkle’s face turned white, pointed to her mobile phone, and said “is, is, is there a woman?”