After the confession, Patrick seemed like a different person.
It’s not that he is different, it’s just that he knew to be less harsh when they bickered.
Whenever the little girl had something to say, he would make every effort to not interrupt her and pretend to be dumb. After a while, he discovered that the relationship between himself and the little girl improved and got better.
Twinkle also felt that Patrick became gentler and more caring. Sometimes she would stare at him and not stop after a long time. After she realized it, she would blush quietly.
So this is what it felt like to like someone. How magical!
Hotel service brought dinner to their suite. Afterward, Twinkle took a bath and lay down on the big bed.
Patrick went into the bathroom she just used.
She heard Donald push him in. As she listened to splashing sounds in the air, her heartbeat became a bit chaotic.
All she could remember in her head was Patrick affectionately speaking sweet nothings to her today.
What to do?
After this afternoon’s confession, her heartbeat could become chaotic whenever she thought of him.
When Donald brought a pale and fragrant Patrick who was in his pajamas to Twinkle, he spoke mischievously. “Miss Simpson, here is Patrick, all nice and clean for me.”
Patrick blushed slightly and did not speak.
She pulled the quilt to the side, revealing her small head. “Isn’t uncle used to living in the study?” She asked awkwardly.
Patrick’s blushed face became stiff, but he was silent.
The corner of Donald’s mouth twitched. “Miss Simpson, no one is used to sleeping in the study. Patrick hasn’t slept well for two consecutive nights, so take pity on him and let him have a bed to sleep in tonight!”
“The room next door is also a bedroom!”
“My elder brother and my sister-in-law have already fallen asleep next door!”
“Then…”
“I’ll be keeping watch at him and sleeping on the couch in the living room!”
“Oh!”
Donald all pathways that Twinkle could back away from and continued to tempt her. “You really don’t have to worry about anything. As long as you let Patrick onto the bed, I can bring another set of bedcovers over. You’ll be sharing the bed but not the quilt. Patrick’s lower body is disabled, so you are absolutely safe.”
As she thought about it, Twinkle wavered.
Her gaze fell on Patrick’s face, and she happened to see Patrick yawning in a daze like a sleepy little lamb.
She finally nodded softly. “Then bring the quilt over quickly!”
“Right away!”
Donald was overjoyed, turned around to run out, and returned very quickly. He held a white quilt in his hand. He was so fast that Twinkle couldn’t help but wonder if they had planned it ahead of time.
After Donald asked her for help, so she got out of bed. Together with Donald, she carefully helped Patrick onto bed, helped him lie down, put a pillow under his head, and covered him with a quilt.
“Patrick, Miss Simpson, have a good night. Sweet dreams!”
When Donald left, he smiled meaningfully and mischievously but Twinkle didn’t notice.
She also climbed onto the bed and spoke to Patrick, who lay beside her. “Uncle, good night!”
“Good night.”
There was a small lamp left in the room. As soon as Twinkle was about to close her eyes, she saw Patrick facing her but not going to sleep. His pair of eyes stared straight at her like a wolf.
She turned around silently, leaving him the back of her head.
Thinking that he couldn’t move at all, she stopped being worried, closing her eyes and going to sleep.
However, this night, Twinkle had a very strange dream.
She dreamed that she fell into the water and had difficulty breathing. Patrick dived into the water to give her air and she heard him whispering in her ear. “Baby, you are so beautiful!”
She opened her eyes in a daze. It was during the second half of the night when people’s brains were the sleepiest. Her thoughts slowed by more than half a beat. She only felt her body get heavier and heavier. Her small hand reached out around her chest area and touched a man’s head.
She was almost about to cry when the owner of the head lifted and looked at her, softly comforting her. “It’s me, be good, don’t be afraid.”
She only took one look. “Uncle, it’s you.”
Her mouth curled and stretched out her hand to hold him, hugging his head back to her chest, and then fell asleep deeply.
This response was a silent invitation.
If she did this during the day when she was completely awake, Twinkle would definitely die of share!
The next day, the sky was bright.
When Twinkle woke up, Patrick was no longer in bed.
Rubbing her eyes, she quickly went to the bathroom to tidy up, only to notice that her chest was full of hickeys!
Oh my god!
Twinkle was fully awake, and her thoughts were clear. No matter how slow she reacted, she understood what had happened!
“Patrick! I’m going to kill you! You pervert!”
When Twinkle rushed to the living room angrily, she saw Patrick sitting on the sofa with a heavy face and Donald carefully rubbing ointment on his legs.
Trump also had a solemn expression. Janet Jane as well!
No one spoke to her; everyone was concerned about Patrick’s condition.
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong with Uncle’s legs?”
Twinkle forgot about questioning Patrick. Looking at how Patrick was, she felt distressed for no reason.
“When the Sun was about to rise, we heard the sound of the Patrick falling in the room, and when we went in, we saw the wheelchair lying on the ground and Patrick on the ground as well. His leg was injured and all swollen.” Janet Jane replied anxiously.
“Is it swollen? Let me see.”
Twinkle stretched her neck and moved forward, but was stopped by Trump and his wife.
“It’s fine to just have Donald help with the medicine,” said Trump.
“Miss Simpson, we are going back to City M after breakfast. Have you packed your luggage yet? I’ll go in and help you pack it up!” Janet Jane changed the topic.
Twinkle frowned and looked at Patrick’s leg. She couldn’t see his injury because Donald’s palm was so big that he covered the injury directly as he pressed on it. She could only see Donald massaging it very seriously.
With a light sigh, Twinkle looked at Patrick. “Uncle, are you okay?”
Patrick raised his eyes to look at her and nodded. “I’m fine, you and Janet go and pack your luggage. We are about to leave.”
She nodded and went obediently.
Janet Jane followed her into the bedroom and closed the door behind her.
At this moment–
Donald finally stopped, but smiled mischievously, and whispered. “Fortunately, Miss Simpson didn’t notice.”
Trump didn’t know what to say about Patrick. “Miss Simpson cares about Patrick, so no matter how big of a problem she had, she first wanted to see how Patrick was doing,” said Trump as he shook her head and laughed bitterly.
However, Patrick remained silent. He bent over to lower his trousers, covering his undamaged skin.