When they left the hotel parking lot, Twinkle discovered that Patrick had prepared four cars for this trip. One led the way, two followed, and they sat in the car in the middle.
They were protected all around, and it felt quite inscrutable.
Twinkle raised her eyebrows and was just about to ask whether the glass is bullet-proof when she suddenly remembered that she was playing hard to get this time.
Being cold is not talking! No expression! Little movement! Don’t even give him one glance!
Twinkle looked sideways at the lights outside the window and found that the scenery was not much different from when she escaped the day before. It seemed cities in the same country and on the land of one ethnic group turn out quite similar as a result of urban planning.
The little hand that she rested on her side was suddenly picked up by someone.
She turned her head and saw Patrick staring at her with a miserable look. “You don’t want me anymore?”
Twinkle, “…”
God, who can tell her what is happening? Knowing that he didn’t cheat and seeing him show weakness, Twinkle’s heart softened.
However, this isn’t going to work!
Twinkle withdrew her hand hard. She didn’t speak and continued to look out the window.
After a while, her small hand was taken away again. This time, it was firmly held in the palm of his hand, fingers intertwined!
She wanted to break free but couldn’t.
His voice sounded gentle like the spring wind. “This is the first time I’ve seen you wear a black dress. You are so beautiful!”
Twinkle almost laughed.
She wanted to say, I am beautiful no matter what I wear!
She held in and awkwardly struggled a few times, but her small hands were still tightly clenched in the palm of his hands.
This time, his body moved closer, and his chin rested lazily on her small shoulder. Patrick was thick-skinned. “You smell nice. Just like when I held you last night.”
Twinkle clenched her teeth, held back, and raised her elbow to push against his chest to no avail. She then thought of giving him a look so cold that it could kill, but she fell to his plans the instant she turned her head around.
He held her face and eagerly covered her small mouth with his lips, tasting her throughout.
Twinkle was felt dizzy and already had trouble breathing through her nose because of her cold. Now that he kissed her, it was even more difficult for her to breathe.
She was ashamed and annoyed – how could this man do this?
She pushed him back with all her strength, but it was as if she was pushing on cotton. She was close to suffocating, and her face turned redder and redder. She instinctively turned her head, breathing heavily. His hot lips immediately found their way to her earlobe, covering them and holding them in his warm mouth.
“Sweet!”
“That’s enough! Patrick, you asshole! You are a bastard!”
Twinkle was finally angry. She looked at him fiercely and raised her hand to slap his face! Patrick quickly caught her hand quickly and glanced at her heaving full chest. He then turned his eyes away, his ears slightly red. With her arms firmly held near his chest, he kissed her forehead, and said softly, “So, if you’re not the cold type, don’t pretend to be cold. What’s fake is fake and won’t be able to stand it when you are tested. Sooner or later, people will find out!”
“You’re a bastard!”
“I guess so,” he spoke quietly again, but his tone was no longer as gentle as before. “Was it Jake’s idea? He wanted you to treat others the way they treated you, right?”
“You!” Twinkle really lost everything, including her face.
The moment she lifted her eyes, she was shocked to find that the curtain between the front and rear seats had been lowered, so the Trump couple would only hear them but wouldn’t see anything.
Annoyed and angry, Twinkle looked up and shouted. “Wrong! You guessed it all wrong! You’re not that smart!”
Patrick’s voice was cold. “Really? But what can I do? Regardless of whether admit it or not, I think you are just denying things on purpose!”
He started rubbing his nose and lips back and forth on her smooth neck again. “Let go of me! I want to pee!” Twinkle was so surprised that she could hardly sit still and shouted subconsciously.
Patrick suddenly froze.
Hearing her say “pee” seemed to have brought back some unpleasant memories. “Find a bathroom!” He let go of her instantly and spoke towards the curtain.
Soon they arrived at the roadside of a fast-food restaurant. Patrick’s cars all parked on the side of the road. Janet Jane and four bodyguards surrounded Twinkled and followed her to the bathroom.
Watching the people coming in and going out of the door, Patrick’s unfathomable pupils were stained with a trace of envy. “I wonder what it feels like to sit inside and eat,” Patrick slowly said.
Trump smiled. “KFC is mostly for children. Janet and I sometimes take time out to take Bennie here to eat. But the food is unhealthy, so we rarely have it.”
Patrick laughed a bit and he seemed to like Trump’s son quite a lot. “When’s Bennie coming back?” Patrick asked with a bit more concern.
Trump laughed. “Their school’s summer camp just started. I heard they are going to travel to four different countries by cruise, so there’s still about one month left.”
As they chatted, the bodyguards appeared at the door of the fast-food restaurant.
Not only that, they all saw a girl hold a family bucket in her left hand and a large cup of coke in her right hand, coming out of the shop gracefully.
Trump chuckled. “Janet was right, Miss Simpson really is a child.”
Patrick tightened his eyes and seemed quite displeased.
When Twinkle got into the car, before she had the chance to sit, Patrick already issued his order to her. “Throw them out!”
Twinkle looked at him in confusion and suddenly understood. “I won’t get the car dirty!”
“Throw them out!”
“What’s the matter with you! I just asked Janet to buy them for me. It would be such a pity if I had to throw them away before taking a bite!”
Patrick wasn’t in the mood to discuss anymore. He grabbed the Coke out of her hand and his face grew sullen as he realized the Coke was ice cold.
He opened the car window and with a fling, the Coke flew out.
Twinkle glared at him. “Uncle, you are harming the environment, wasting food, and destroying my good mood. Is that really a good idea?”
“Did you want your cold to worsen?” Patrick asked quietly as his eyes turned to the family bucket in her arms.
Knowing that he really cared about herself, the fire in Twinkle’s heart finally went down.
Glancing at the fried chicken in her arms, Twinkle thought about her sore throat and how it’s true that she shouldn’t have a lot of them. But she was reluctant to throw it away.
Looking at Patrick, Twinkle smiled flatteringly and handed him a fried drumstick. “This is actually what I bought for you. Please eat it!”
The man beside him did not speak.
However, everyone saw the crack on his face and the disgust in his eyes.