“What are you doing?” Patrick frowned, “I don’t need you to feel sorry for me, Twinkle, and please don’t pretend to be sorry in front of me.”
She wiped her tears, stood up, and took two steps back.
The Simpsons and The Smiths, these two families have known each other for a lot of years. It must be the fact that Patrick took Twinkle away and never returned her to her family. Dawn was very worried about her safety and he called his family to help solve the problem. When Patrick left the Simmons mansion, they had to figure a way to persuade Henry to give up the marriage.
She knew that her parents, The Smiths family, and Dawn were all really nice to her.
She also knew that The Simpsons and The Smiths must have paid a lot to take her back.
Turning around, she clearly felt the pain in the heart.
But he said, she didn’t need to feel sorry for him.
So should she go home for her own happiness?
Donald pushed Patrick into the bedroom, and after about twenty minutes, the air was filled with a faint fragrance of shower gel, and Patrick changed his clothes in dark as usual.
It was still a black shirt, pure black.
Just like his hair, his eyes.
Twinkle stopped crying.
She sat on the sofa with red eyes, Janet told her several times to leave, she refused.
Now, all the people in the house did not know what Twinkle was thinking.
When Patrick came out, he looked up and saw that Twinkle was still here. The dim black eyes lighted up a little, and then he hid it away.
He glanced at Janet.
Janet said with some embarrassment, “Miss. Simpson refused to leave.”
Patrick was silent.
“Patrick~” Twinkle saw him coming out, got up from the sofa, and looked at him, “Whether I want to get married or not, since I’ve already been here, let’s go to see your mother together. No one had ever set the rules that only daughter in law could go to the memorial hall to visit our ancestors, friends can also come with the family members right? Patrick, I really want to go.”
Donald glanced at Twinkle’s appearance, and pleaded softly, “Mr. Patrick, let Miss. Simpson go with us.”
Patrick grabbed the words in Twinkle’s words and said, “I don’t have friends. I have never regarded you as a friend.”
She was stunned, and her small face was white!
With a snap, Patrick let Donald push himself out.
Trump picked up the bottle of champagne and had to keep up.
“Patrick!” Twinkle looked at Patrick’s leaving and shouted unwillingly, but in return, he said, “If you don’t want to leave so early, then wait here.”
Anyway, he would not take her with him.
Twinkle wanted to cry again.
She was a tough and stubborn girl, she did not cry a lot in her early life, but in the past few days with Patrick, she cried a lot.
She stayed, and Janet naturally stayed with her.
But, just when Janet was about to close the door of the suite, Twinkle didn’t know where her strength came from, she pushed her away and rushed in the direction of Patrick’s departure!
The look on her was just like the bull in the Spanish bullfight, she was very tough!
When she rushed to the elevator, they found that Patrick had gone downstairs.
She went to other elevators helplessly, waiting for a long time.
Angrily rushed to the stairs, she just went down two steps, and found that high-heeled sandals was too inconvenient!
So, she simply took off her shoes and rushed downstairs with her bare white feet!
A total of 28 floors!
When Patrick came out of the hotel lobby, Janet’s phone number was already called.
Trump received “Hey, what’s wrong?”
Janet shouted anxiously over there, “Miss. Simpson is going down! You should stop Patrick from going out, don’t let Mr. Patrick get on the car so fast! Leave some time!”
Trump frowned, watching Donald pushing Patrick’s back with a headache “How can I stop him?”
“Just two or three minutes! It won’t take two or three minutes!” Janet said, “I chased her to the door and found that she was chasing down the stairs!”
Down the 28-floor stairs in one breath?
Trump finally let go, “Okay, I will try my best.”
After finishing the phone conversation with his wife, he quickly stepped forward, blocking Patrick and Donald, and he said, “Mr. Patrick, the hotel customer service just told me something, it seems that there is a problem with the deposit.”
Donald was speechless, “Aren’t we a member of their hotel? The annual consumption is prepaid in advance on the card, What is the problem?”
Trump glanced at his brother speechlessly and signed him to shut up!
And how clever Patrick was , he could see the problem at this glance!
He looked at Trump angrily!
Trump did not dare to look him back, but looked at the direction of the stairs from time to time, standing there as steady as a mountain, saying, “Wait for another two or three minutes, Mr. Patrick.”
Donald quickly asked, “Trump, what’s going on?”
Just as Trump was about to speak, there was a quick female voice in the hall “Patrick! Donald! Wait a minute! Wait!”
That’s Twinkle’s voice!
Patrick’s whole body stiffened, and Donald turned his head to look, and found that Twinkle rushed from the door of the stairs!
“Wait for me! Just a second!”
Twinkle rushed over and bent down on Patrick’s face, holding her chest and breathing heavily, “Patrick, oh, I finally catch up.”
Patrick said nothing.
The dark eyes swept across her white and tender feet and found her toes were full o f dust. She also carried a pair of high-heeled sandals in her hand. The ponytails were not loose, but the broken hair on both sides of the temples had fallen down.
Perhaps because of catching a cold before, Twinkle sniffed her nose uncomfortably.
“Miss. Simpson, did you run down the 28th floor?” Donald opened his eyes wide and couldn’t believe it, “You, you have guts.”
Twinkle ignored these and just looked at Patrick and said, “I really want to go with you to see your mum.”
As soon as the words fell, her little hand was dragged, her body leaned forward, and she saw that she was about to fall, and the other arm wrapped her waist directly, bringing her into his arms.
After a few seconds, Twinkle’s world stopped spinning.
She saw that she was sitting crosswise on Patrick’s legs, and her little white arms were hanging on his neck, and her pink cheeks were on his chest.
Patrick’s movements were so smooth.
Twinkle opened her eyes uncomfortably, whispering in a low voice, “You, do you often pull girls on your laps, how can you be so skilled At this?”
Patrick said nothing.
She was angry, “I ran down like this, don’t you say anything to me?”
Patrick still said nothing.
Twinkle jumped off his leg angrily, but Trump said with a little smile, “Miss. Simpson, Mr. Patrick is dumb, he could not speak, don’t you remember?”