“You! You want me to make it up to you?”
“If a normal couple misunderstood each other, isn’t it natural to explain to the other party?” Twinkle smirked.
Patrick’s pupils were clear and gentle, as if one of her words pleased him.
The living room that was originally full of tension now relaxed as if the world had become stable under his gentle eyes.
He snapped his fingers towards Donald while his deep eyes were fixed on her and the corners of his mouth lifted up.
Donald went out immediately.
Trump stood on the side holding the small hand of Janet Jane, so quietly as if he wasn’t present at all.
“Asshole! What are you laughing at!”
Twinkled felt a little scared from Patrick’s stare and subconsciously wrapped her arms around her chest.
The man smiled more deeply as he watched her. “What are you wrapping your arms around your chest for? It’s daytime right now and I’m busy during the day. I don’t have time to do anything to you.”
Twinkle clenched her fists, her eyes fierce again. Remembering what he said about last night, she just anxiously wanted to kill him!
Patrick pushed the wheelchair towards her. “You don’t have to worry about anything, you don’t have to be nervous. Really. You are beautiful there, even if you weren’t wearing any underwear. The shape is beautiful, and I am very satisfied.”
Not to mention that Twinkle was going crazy.
Even Trump and his wife were going crazy.
They both realized that most of the time when Patrick and Miss Simpson argued, it was because Patrick asked for it! That mouth either is bitterly sarcastic or takes things too far – what a scourge!
At first, the couple thought Twinkle would start screaming about killing Patrick and they would need to step forward and pull them apart. But at the moment, Twinkle stayed still, unbelievably quiet.
She calmed down and suddenly stopped talking.
Patrick seemed a little surprised and slightly lowered her eyebrows, staring at Twinkle without blinking.
“Patrick, you and Miss Simpson haven’t had breakfast yet. Would you like to head upstairs for the hotel’s buffet or order a course to eat in the living room?” Trump was worried about another problem coming up and quickly changed the topic.
“Miss Simpson, no matter what Patrick says, we will only be able to resist if we eat and replenish our energy, right?” Janet Jane joined in.
Trump looked at his wife with a slight headache.
Janet Jane, however, rolled her eyes and ignored him.
For Trump, his wife instigating Miss Simpson to resist Patrick was equivalent to giving up and making matters worse.
In contrast, Janet Jane thought that things can’t be worse so it’s a better idea to please Miss Simpson than to please Patrick. Plus, the only one who can continuously make Patrick break his rules is Miss Simpson.
Twinkle was deflated and slowly dipped her head.
With tears flashing in her pupils, she picked up her purse, which didn’t even contain her phone and ID.
However, she still clasped it in her hands and said helplessly, “The four of you are all older than me. I am alone, and I am the only one. No matter how much I struggle, I’m fighting a hopeless battle. I won’t resist anymore, and you guys can do whatever you want. I’m so tired I want to go to sleep.”
Twinkle’s little nose was red from being rubbed and her eyes became red as well.
The little girl who was arrogant just now, suddenly spoke lightly like she was pitifully abandoned. It seemed that Twinkle went through a long and complicated psychological dilemma.
Janet Jane couldn’t help but ask, “Miss Simpson, how are you doing? I’ll go buy some cold medicine for you. Is there a particular brand that you use?”
Twinkle’s tears fell all of a sudden as she walked towards the bedroom. “I don’t know, don’t talk to me, don’t ask me anything, I don’t know anything now.”
Trump looked at her and thought Twinkle was suffering because her cold was very serious. “Miss Simpson, I remember the last time Patrick stayed over, you gave him a blue pill. Perhaps you could try to remember the name of the medicine?”
Everyone’s body is different and has different degrees of drug allergies. Hence, it’s best to consistently use the same brand of medicine.
Twinkle wiped her tears and choked with sobs. “I miss my mother.”
The name of the drug?
She really can’t remember.
Patrick squeezed his fists suddenly, and concern shined through his dark pupils. “Trump!”
Whatever medicine she was used to taking, Patrick had taken it before and had seen it before.
And if the brand appeared again, he would definitely recognize it, so Trump just needed to buy every blue pill-like cold medication from the pharmacy.
Trump quickly understand what Patrick was thinking of. He looked at his wife worriedly, “I’ll go and come back in a bit. Be good!”
Janet Jane pouted but didn’t know how to comfort Twinkle seeing the way she was. “I’ll fill you a cup of milk to warm your stomach, okay?”
Twinkle shook her head and entered the bedroom. Just before she closed the door, she noticed that Patrick had followed in his wheelchair. He stopped by the door so she couldn’t close the door at all.
Twinkle suddenly had a breakdown and couldn’t care about her reputation anymore. She fell down on the floor in front of him and cried loudly!
Patrick’s chest heaved a little, and his face was pale.
Twinkle closed her eyes, not looking at anyone, only crying, as if she didn’t care about anything.
After a while, the sound of Twinkle’s cries gradually lowered and Patrick whispered, “You, what do you want?”
Patrick meant to comfort Twinkle but managed completely ignited her anger!
“I miss my mother, I miss home, but I can’t go back! I want to sleep, I want to rest, but you don’t let me! I gave myself up to fate to get married, but you decide to cheat on me! I thought about forgetting what you did so I don’t wrongfully accuse you, I thought of checking the security cameras to make sure, but you want me to make it up to you! I just wanted to get drunk once, just once, but you had to take advantage of me! You are a bastard!”
“You…don’t cry!”
“Meanie! No matter what I wanted, you ended ruining it! Ever since I’ve met you, I’ve been crying almost every day! It feels like a century has passed in these few days I’ve met you.”
“Twinkle!”
“This is mental abuse; did you know that? Someone as optimistic as me is going crazy because of you! If I were someone else, they might have already committed suicide! I’m going crazy. Why do you have to torture me like this? How am I not your type? Why can’t you treat me better?”
“I…no…Twinkle.”
Before the man in the wheelchair finishing speaking, the little girl on the ground had already hurled herself towards him, pushing him out of the wheelchair. But before she had the chance, her eyes closed and her entire body slid softly onto the floor.
Patrick caught Twinkle quickly and touched her cheek with his big hand, suddenly realizing, “So hot! She has a fever!”