Trump seemed to understand what Patrick thought best.
Just when everyone was surprised, Trump looked at Twinkle and said warmly, “Miss. Simpson, Mr. Patrick is four years older than Mr. June. You called Mr. Patrick old man before, do you still remember, you could call Mr. June old man this time, but I guess he would be angry to you too.”
Patrick didn’t give Twinkle a single look, but stared straight at the hall door not far away.
As if he did not hear a single word of Trump.
Twinkle rubbed the corner of her mouth and glanced at June, “So June, are you twenty-two years old?”
June nodded and smiled, “Yes, so Grandpa said that I was too young, he told me to go back with you tomorrow, go to M City to study with Mr. Patrick for two years and then come back. I told Mr. Patrick about this matter.”
Patrick suddenly tilted his head and raised a hand to gracefully held up his noble head.
Twinkle looked at him, trying to laugh.
This man, when he was silent, his time was used for pose.
“You really think of yourself as a model, cool and handsome!” thought Twinkle.
“It’s really twenty-two years old, only four years older than me!” Twinkle just subconsciously said, and her small hands were already hurt by a pinch!
She turned her head and stared at Patrick “Patrick, what are you doing!”
Patrick stared at her too!
It seemed that he had always been tolerant to her, but he just got angry now, and it really left Twinkle puzzled.
June chuckled intentionally, stepped back, and after keeping a distance from Twinkle, he glanced at Patrick’s slightly frowned brows.
June shook his head helplessly, “Go. Grandparents are waiting for you.”
Twinkle looked at him in surprise, “June, what about your parents?”
“They lived in New York or Italy. My grandfather had property and gave it to my father in New York. My mother’s parents handed over the business to my mother in Italy, so they gave me away to my grandparents after they gave birth to me. They only come back and live for two or three months, so called to stay with us, that’s all. ”
“Oh.” Twinkle looked at him and said, “It turns out that Mrs. Mon is actually your aunt.”
“Yes.”
Twinkle looked straight at him immediately, and her eyes were full of curiosity, “So, what is your relationship with Patrick?”
June glanced subconsciously at Patrick, and suddenly opened his eyes uncomfortably, without answering.
This time, Twinkle was even more curious “Is it a relative? Or is it just a son of an old friend of your grandparents?”
“Uh…” June led them into the elevator with a smile, and changed the topic, “Do you like to have some wine? The rice wine brewed by my grandmother has a low alcohol level. It feels sweet when I drink it. After drinking, the wine is strong. It will come up slowly, and people with poor drinking ability will get drunk easily.”
Twinkle was not a fool.
Seeing the other person change the subject, she subconsciously clenched Patrick’s hand.
Patrick also looked at her deeply in the wheelchair.
The elevator door opened, seeing Donald pushing Patrick out first, Twinkle said, “I’ll drink enough, rice wine shouldn’t fail me.”
Upon hearing this, June laughed with a thump, “Yes, in the bar, just a glass of Austrian fruit wine, you are already drunk, and it is clear that you could not drink a lot.”
Twinkle pulled out her tongue out and felt embarrassed suddenly, but she managed to keep up.
At the foot was a cream-colored square crystal brick, which was crystal clear and translucent, and several people walk on it, like looking in the mirror. Twinkle wore a dress, embarrassed, and his steps were a little small, afraid that the look of the underpants would be photographed on the crystal brick.
Looking up, the beautiful crystal lights are swaying, all were purple flowers, one by one, carefully carved, blooming with holy and bright light, and then reflecting the purple pattern from the crystal floor tiles, it was so beautiful.
June still smiled and explained, “This is the Casablanca flower, my grandpa and grandma’s love flower. Purple is their favorite color, so don’t be surprised, this kind of flowers and items of this color are special in our home. We have many of them.”
Twinkle nodded clearly, “I know! It’s like my house and Patrick’s flower palace, they are all blue because I like blue!”
At an angle that Twinkle couldn’t see, Patrick’s mouth was bent and his eyes were clear.
The little girl’s mouth was getting sweeter and sweeter. Some words just pleased him again.
Coming to the entrance of a beautiful purple bead curtain, the two maids pulled the bead curtain from left to right, and an elegant and warm little restaurant suddenly came into sight.
In front of the dining table, there was an area for people to relax, where the sofa was also made of purple leather, the beautiful coffee table was filled with new tea fruit, and the rotating plate on the dining table had also set a dozen exquisite and delicious cold dishes.
“Patrick!”
A female voice came, and everyone’s eyes looked towards it.
The woman wore a crescent-white dress, her long hair was as dark as ink, and she tied a ponytail. With a string of purple crystal anklets on the left ankle, Twinkle narrowed her eyes. The finely chopped crystal on the anklet was carved out of what seemed to be a Casablanca flower.
“Grandma, I am back.”
Patrick sat in a wheelchair and smiled at the woman, his eyes were full of warmth.
Twinkle looked at June in disbelief, “Is this your grandmother or your mother?”
She looked so young.
June smiled and said, “If my aunt and my grandmother go to the streets together, they will be mistaken as sisters.”
Just a moment before the woman stepped forward to hold Patrick’s big hand tightly, Twinkle also politely called, “Mrs. James!”
Mrs. James glanced at her sideways, and looked at Patrick with some clarity, “Is this the little girl you told me to search for last night?”
Patrick’s face was red, “I am sorry to bother you.”
“It is all Okay!” Mrs. James leaned over and hugged Patrick into her arms, separated, reluctantly, holding his cheeks and looking at it carefully, “It’s more handsome, it seems thinner than last time.”
Patrick said nothing.
Over the years, he had been used to it. Every time he came back to sweep the grave, the James people must eat with him, and they would be so intimate when they met.
He did not know the reason, but he was sincerely grateful.
The James was more important to him than his father who lived in a mountain villa.
With tears in her eyes, Mrs. James let go of Patrick’s little hand and flicked Twinkle’s hands up and down for a while, and said, “This girl is pretty, no wonder you like it so much.”
Twinkle blushed, not knowing what to say.
At this time, Donald suddenly complained childishly, “Ma’am, Mr. Henry treated Mr. Patrick so bad! He actually joined outsiders to cancel the marriage contract between them two, and Mr. Patrick finally fell in love with Miss. Simpson sincerely. He did not care about his son, not at all.”