He didn’t expect her to admit it. Patrick’s black pupils turned and held her even tighter.
He never knew that the relationship between men and women could make him worry in this way. Deep down in his heart, he thought the only thing he longed for was maternal love. He also once complained about why he couldn’t have a great father that he admired.
Guarding himself and tightly closing his heart, Patrick thought about continuing until he grew old. He didn’t know that his world could also be illuminated by another emotion until he met her.
This is love.
Patrick had no friends around him, and he didn’t come into contact with many people. No one taught him how to love someone, and no one told him how many lovers broke up every minute in the world, but he considered none of that.
Because, as he said, he only needs one ray of sunshine and someone who can warm him up.
At this moment, he hugged Twinkle’s warm body, and wanted to ask her a question. “I love you so deeply, will you laugh at me?”
He laughed somewhat self-deprecatingly. In the end, he didn’t ask. He knew that he really got himself into it, just like Jake Nelson said.
When the car stopped at the Simpsons’, Patrick let her go. “Go back!”
His voice was soft, just like his eyes at the moment.
Twinkle got out of his arms and bumped him lightly with her fist. “You want me out of the car this badly?”
He smiled bitterly. “No, I would rather pack you up and take you away. Regardless of whether we have our fights or have our sweet moments, I just want you by my side.”
Trump took a deep breath.
He is also a man and even grew up with Patrick. To make Patrick speak such words, he could see how much Patrick loved Miss Simpson!
Twinkle smiled at Patrick. “Uncle, I’ll call you!”
Without further delay, she opened the door and jumped out like a deer!
Through the dark window, Patrick pressed his lips tightly. He watched her rush into the Simpsons’ yard with energy, even playfully kicking the swing in the yard as she passed by.
It wasn’t the swing that swung high; it was his eyes that followed her silently.
“So much for missing me. You rush into the house and you won’t even turn around to look at me.”
He complained like a child, staring for a long time, until the swing gradually calmed down, then he tapped on the window. “Go.”
Soon after Trump drove away, Janet Jane took out a small box from her pocket.
Patrick sat in the back seat and glanced at it and found it quite familiar. “What is that?”
Janet Jane turned her head to smile and said, “Miss Simpson gave it to me when she was packing things up in the hotel in the morning. She told me to put it on Pearl’s neck when I went back. It’s just a collar she gave to Pearl.”
Trump looked at Janet Jane. “When you came out, did you give Pearl to anyone to take care of?”
“Yes, I left a message specifically for the maid in the house to clean the cat toilet once a day and feed milk powder once every four hours.”
Purple palace was very big and Janet Jane was the housekeeper, but she wasn’t responsible for everything. Patrick didn’t like strangers, so those servants who are responsible for cleaning, purchasing daily necessities, purchasing kitchen equipment, and other different functions only worked when he was in the study or sleeping or not at home.
As Janet Jane spoke, she pinched the chain and held it under the sunlight.
Patrick’s pupils suddenly tightened!
Isn’t this the first gift that the girl gave him, or was it a Valentine’s Day gift?
He leaned forward, stretched his arm over and snatched the chain from Janet Jane’s hand!
His imposing demeanor made the Trump couple dare not speak. They were so afraid that even their breathing became slow and careful!
There was a sound of pinching knuckles!
Patrick stared at the chain in his hand and found that the pendant was one size smaller than his own, and everything else was the same!
This was a female model, and the male model was on his neck, but the female model she wanted to leave it as a collar for the cat.
Good.
Very well.
“Twinkle!”
Patrick screamed at her name frantically, he was upset all over!
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Mr. and Mrs. Simpsons were back yet. Only the housekeeper and the servants were home.
Twinkle came back and jumped around. Everyone happily gathered around to greet her. After a while, all her favorite foods and drinks were piled up on the coffee table.
Twinkle rushed upstairs and strolled around in her room.
As she lay on the big bed comfortably, she squinted at the pink-blue lamp above her head, and all that flashed in her mind were scenes of Purple palace.
It has only been a few days since she left this room.
But inexplicably, she felt like she had been away for a long time.
“Little pig, are you back?”
A nice-sounding voice she hasn’t heard for a while came into her ears. She sat up and looked at the person by the door. It was Dawn.
“Little brother!”
She smiled slightly and just as she got up to stand, he had already strode over and held her in his arms.
A kiss was placed on her forehead very lightly, his voice was faintly nervous. “I thought you were going to be back yesterday.”
Twinkle raised her eyebrows – yesterday? Yesterday was the anniversary of Uncle Patrick’s mother’s death.
“He gave you the earrings?”
He let go of her gently and stared at the earrings hanging from her earlobe. He naturally knew that when Patrick took her away last time, she didn’t have anything on her.
“You wore what he gave you. Are you moved by him?”
Dawn stared at her. His carefulness as he spoke stopped Twinkle’s words, blocking them in her throat.
“This, this was given to me by Mrs. Moon. Yesterday was uncle’s mother’s death anniversary and we went for tomb-sweeping. Mrs. Moon invited us over afterward and Mrs. Nelson said that Mrs. Moon wanted to give me this pair of golden pearl.”
There was truth and honesty in her eyes as she said each word.
Dawn was silent.
Would she willingly follow Patrick to go tomb-sweeping? If he guessed right, Patrick should have received news of his marriage cancellation from Henry. However, he still took her to the grave and she followed to see Patrick’s mother.
Especially, who is Mrs. Moon?
She is the woman who almost became the mother of the country. His Majesty hasn’t married yet and doesn’t have any children. It was rumored that it was for Mrs. Moon.
His heart sunk a little bit.
These days when she wasn’t home, Dawn thought about countless possibilities.
He can accept that her ultimate destination is not himself, but he can never accept that someone as perfect as Twinkle will marry a disabled person.
“Twinkle, although he is beautiful, you shouldn’t spend too much time on him. Otherwise, not only will I be sad and worried, but your parents as well. You are their only daughter. You are going to do this to them?”