Everyone was looking at them in the a hall.
Twinkle’s little face was so red, and she subconsciously hid in Patrick’s arms, not wanting others to see her little face.
The curled eyelashes twitched clearly under Patrick’s eyelids, each one resembling a small brush, tickling the heart.
Patrick’s big hand went around the back of the neck and took her shoes from the palm of her hand.
He pulled out a pure black silk handkerchief from his pocket, carefully held her little feet, helped her to wipe the dust off the soles of her feet, and then helped her put on her shoes.
Twinkle’s little face was red and her face was so red that as if it was about to bleed.
After wearing the shoes with both feet, her arms still wrapped around Patrick’s neck, the small face was all attached to his chest, and the small body shrank back and forth into his arms, seeming to be afraid of falling from his leg, and but it was clear that Twinkle did not want to leave his hug.
Looking at her face, Patrick’s dark eyes were full of love, layer by layer overflowing with tenderness, and a circle of circles of wave fainted in his eyes.
He bowed his head slightly, his lips touching the top of her head.
The tip of the nose smelled lightly, it was the same shampoo aroma as his body.
This was the his taste, with a hint of crape myrtle flower fragrance in the cold, it was like the feeling of falling in love with a person, but he acted cold outside and hot inside.
They stopped for a while.
Patrick didn’t speak, and Twinkle didn’t do anything else.
As if his arms were the harbor she relied on, she felt warm and stable.
Until Donald couldn’t help laughing lightly, “Miss. Simpson, you are good to go.”
Twinkle raised her head in embarrassment, and wanted to look in the direction of Donald, but she happened to bump into Patrick’s eyes.
Almost drowning in his eyes, she couldn’t get back to herself. She opened her eyes uncomfortably, coughed twice, and slowly withdrew her small arm. After getting off from him, she was embarrassed but stretched out her hand and said “let me do it.”
Donald glanced at Patrick, seeing that Patrick didn’t mean to refuse, he happily stepped aside “Okay.”
The corners of Trump’s mouth gradually hooked.
At this moment, watching Twinkle push Patrick forward cautiously and seriously, such a picture was so beautiful that the two brothers could not help but be happy for them.
Twinkle didn’t say anything to beg Patrick to take her with him.
Patrick didn’t say anything to beg Twinkle to stay.
In this way, Trump drove up to the high-speed ramp to the suburban cemetery.
In the flower shop at the gate of the cemetery, Twinkle went down to pick a bouquet of champagne tulips and Trump paid.
When she came out of the shop, she naturally placed the bouquet in her hand on Patrick’s lap.
In the sunshine, she smiled better than flowers, bypassed the wheelchair and continued to push him, walking on the path of the cemetery.
After a few moments, Donald led them to the tomb of Patrick’s mother.
Twinkle looked at the photo. The woman in the photo was very young and beautiful, but she was still some distance away from the legend beauty. This woman seemed to lack something that could give birth to a childlike Patrick, who had a natural sense of luxury.
She couldn’t help raising her eyebrows.
Although she did not know how to judge a person from his face, the woman’s sixth sense told her that this woman was a kind and weak person, she dared not to fight against the difficulties, she would just take the suffering herself.
“This is your mother?”
She spoke in confusion.
Patrick nodded.
She looked sideways, watching Patrick’s eyes looking at the grave, and she couldn’t help thinking of what Janet said, Patrick’s life was saved by his mother.
The sunlight was everywhere, but at this moment, the most dazzling light in her eyes was him.
The bouquet and champagne were on display, and Trump and Donald were standing quietly waiting on the left and right sides.
Twinkle walked from behind the wheelchair to Patrick’s side and bowed to the woman in the photo, “Madam, my name is Twinkle. Today, I come to see you with Patrick.”
After she finished speaking, she took one of his big hands, held it tightly, and accompanied him quietly.
She would also think that if time could stop there, she and Patrick would be in such a harmonious companionship, and it was quite warm.
But such an idea was rejected by herself.
The marriage contract between the Lees family and The Simpsons was created under the tacit agreement of the elders, and now it no longer existed under the tacit agreement of the elders.
And her relationship with Patrick, an unmarried couple, has become a friend who was not like a friend.
She knew that she would never forget Patrick in her life.
He was a very special person to her.
The wind blew gently, and occasionally a few small white butterflies circled playfully in front of their eyes and fluttered.
Twinkle looked sideways, seemingly careless, but actually spoke carefully, “Patrick, will you forget me?”
Patrick also looked up at her.
The direction she was standing was always the direction where the sun shone, shining, warm, bright and full of hope.
Twinkle said again, “After returning to M City tomorrow, I will return to The Simpsons, and Patrick will return to The Flower Palace. From now on, will there be any intersection of our lives?”
He stared at her eyes, still silent.
For a long time, they were facing each other like this, they seemed to have each eye and outline of each other deeply in their hearts. .
It wasn’t until Trump’s phone sounded that Patrick withdrew his gaze, and let go of her small hand.
“Mr. Patrick, just now Larry James called to say that their house had prepared lunch and invited you to go with Miss. Simpson.”
On the way back to the city, no one in the car spoke.
But Patrick took Twinkle’s hand, and Twinkle didn’t refuse him.
The two were sitting side by side, with their two heads facing each other, looking at each other out of the window. This atmosphere was a bit strange.
Donald was very anxious in his heart. He naturally hoped that Miss. Simpson could stay with Mr. Patrick. Even if there was no engagement, it did not matter. They could still fall in love and get married again.
When the car drove to an intersection, Trump stopped to the side.
“Mr. Patrick, do you want to take Miss. Simpson with you?”
On the left, it was the road back to the hotel.
On the right, it was the road to the James Mansion.
When he lost his mother when he was 6, the James family treated him like their own family member, and the old couple treated him as if he was their grandson, Patrick did not know why, but he was grateful for it for many years.
He looked at Twinkle’s face and asked her, “Do you want to go with me?”
If Twinkle did, then she would see his family members.
Twinkle looked at his eyes, her heart was beating wildly.