When Janet Jane drove all the way to the Simpsons’ intersection, she saw Mrs. Simpson standing below the street light with a bag containing Twinkle’s belongings.
She parked the car at the street side and rolled down the window so that Twinkle could bring her bag into the car.
Mrs. Simpson handed Twinkle her bag as she stretched out her soft and delicate arm. “Why do you need to take the plane all of a sudden? Where do you need to go?” Mrs. Simpson looked at Twinkle worriedly.
“I have something to discuss with Patrick. Don’t worry, mom. I’ll come home to see you when I’m back,” answered Twinkle.
“Dawn is still at home. I didn’t tell him when I came out,” Mrs. Simpson looked at Twinkle’s little face carefully. “It seems that you haven’t lost too much weight. Do you like the food and housing?”
“Mom, everything Patrick gives me is the best. I’m in a hurry, let’s chat when I’m back.”
“Oh, okay then.”
Janet Jane drove away quickly and through the rear mirror’s reflection, saw Mrs. Simpson alone and standing still, watching helplessly as they left.
Well, thinking about it, Twinkle is Mrs. Simpson’s 18-year-old daughter, so it’s only natural that she is spoiled.
Remembering Twinkle’s response that “everything Patrick gives is the best”, Janet Jane smiled slightly and looked at Twinkle with more goodwill than before. Twinkle is just ignorant, not immature, Janet Jane thought.
Janet Jane brought Twinkle to a seven-star hotel in City H.
Janet Jane and Trump’s phones were both GPS connected, so that they can know the other party’s positions and rescue each other in case an accident happens. However, Trump was aware that they were at Purple palace, so he didn’t bother checking the GPS too frequently.
At the reception desk, Janet Jane pulled out a marriage certificate and an ID, and successfully had a staff member help them find the Presidential Suite that was booked under Trump’s name.
A large suite with a study room for guests, two master bedrooms with an ensuite bathroom and a balcony, a living room, and a dining room.
This was Patrick’s standard every time he travelled.
When the suite’s doorbell range, Janet Jane could not describe how she felt.
She was actually a little scared because she didn’t know how things would turn out. After all, she was the one who wanted to start this matter.
Twinkle, instead, felt anxious.
Along the way, there were several times when she wanted to give Patrick a call, but she held back.
She was scared that in case something was actually up, she would have alerted him once she called.
When Trump saw the two women standing in the hallway through the spyhole, he was initially surprised before immediately opening the door.
Right after he said the word “Simpson”, Twinkle reached out and pushed him back.
She angrily rushed into the gorgeous living room and glanced around before arriving at the door of the room to the left of the suite. Her small hand turned the door handle and quickly pulled the door open.
The little girl’s domineering side appeared all of a sudden, leaving Trump somewhat stunned.
A word came to mind.
At the moment, Miss Simpson looked like she was there to catch adulterers in the act.
Trump looked at his wife with astonishment, but she only smiled awkwardly. Although Janet Jane didn’t say explicitly, he had already seen through it that she must have done something.
Ugh!
Women keep making men worried!
The room to the left was completely empty.
But Twinkle was not prepared to give up. She went straight to the bathroom to check then angrily rushed out and headed to the door of the room to the right. She opened the door in an instant.
The light in the room had a soft glow. Patrick sat on the side of the bed, wearing a pure black silk robe, and Donald stood beside him, blowing drying his hair.
Perhaps shocked by the scene in front of their eyes, both sides were stunned for a moment.
No one moved at all until the little girl plunged into the bathroom, came out, opened the wardrobe, turned around, and stared angrily at Patrick. “Where are the clothes you just changed out of?”
What a coincidence.
She just arrived, and he had to take a shower?
It must have been Janet Jane who gave Patrick the heads up, so he drove her away and quickly showered to remove the smell left on his body.
Twinkle had no experience with that type of thing, but she read quite a lot of romance novels.
Don’t novels go that way? After that type of thing, the man would take the woman to the bathroom and help the woman cleanse the smell from making love. Almost every romance novel has this scene!
Patrick stared at her, no sign of joy or anger.
Donald turned off the blow-dryer and with a look of astonishment, “Miss Simpson, this is City H. What brought you here?”
“Stop this nonsense! Where are the clothes? Where are the clothes the bastard just changed out of?”
Twinkle noticed that instead of answering her, they asked her questions, and thought that Donald was trying to cover up for Patrick by changing the topic.
As she had thought, the people who follow after the bastard are also bastards! There is not one good person, not even one!
Twinkle shouted angrily while checking Patrick’s bedsheet back and forth. Even the pillow on the bed was thrown onto the floor.
Trump had no idea what was going on, but he was frightened.
Miss Simpsons’ obviously wasn’t in the right mood today, but different from how she wasn’t in the past. Even he noticed, so he was sure that Patrick noticed as well.
“I just called laundry service and they took Patrick’s clothes away to clean them,” Trump replied quickly.
Living in hotels, clothes were always handed over to laundry service for cleaning. This has been their habit every time they lived outside – one of their necessities in life.
But Twinkle didn’t accept it.
Janet Jane called Patrick in front of her and it was a woman who picked up the phone. They even checked with Trump, who told them Patrick followed a beautiful young woman into the room.
Everything has been verified, yet now they are trying to deny the truth in front of her.
Twinkle couldn’t be angrier!
She didn’t expect Patrick to be so abominable!
She was mad, furious, and even embarrassed! Many complicated emotions entangled together made Twinkle neglect the source of her anger and embarrassment. She felt pain in her heart!
When Twinkle saw the girl beside Dawn at the train station and thought that they were in a relationship, she felt as if a pet she had taken care of since a young age was all of a sudden leaving her to explore the outside world.
If what she felt that night was loss, then Patrick brought her more than that – she felt anxious, furious, and pain, as if she had been lied to and her heart had been taken away.
Holding her small fist tightly, Twinkle clutched her teeth and stared at Patrick. Her eyes that were once attractive with a shine were now showing pecks of red.
Not knowing what she was trying to conceal, Twinkle turned around out of instinct and brush away her tears.