Dawn was obviously at a loss, but he was dragged out of her room by Twinkle!
The next moment, he reacted to rush in, but she quickly locked the room!
“Twinkle, I know I was wrong, I will never answer your call again, Twinkle.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, you open up, listen to my explanation, and give me a chance, okay?”
He patted the door helplessly, apologizing over and over again, coaxing over and over again. Dawn never knew that one day his little pig would be this angry with him when she grew up!
She was no longer the little girl who would smile and pull on his arm and laugh when he gave her a bottle of jujube juice or treated her a little better!
Mr. Simpson and his wife left since Twinkle went upstairs. There was no one in the family who cared about what happened between them. The servants dared not intervene, let alone talk about it.
In the corridor on the second floor, Dawn struggled for a quite a while and the housekeeper went upstairs in the end.
“Young master, the young mistress still has a child’s temper. The more you force her, the more rebellious she will become. In my opinion, you should give her some time to quiet down, and you can also think about what to do next.”
The words of the housekeeper made Dawn calm down a lot.
He stared at the door reluctantly, and at that moment he finally understood what it meant to be anxious!
At the moment, Twinkle wore headphones, listening to rock and roll while dancing disco on her big bed. Songs passed by one after the other, and finally after a certain song ended, she felt the world completely quiet.
She took off the earphones. She was sweating all over from dancing.
After going to the bathroom for a shower, she lay on the big bed in her pajamas. She stared at the billboard outside the window, staring at Patrick face, and found that no matter how much she looked at him, it wasn’t enough.
Perhaps it’s proof of the saying that you don’t know where love started yet you are deeply in love?
She thought, maybe the uncle called just now because there was something he needed. But she accidentally let Dawn answer the phone, and almost revealed uncle’s secret.
Would the uncle be angry?
She thought about it for a while and cautiously sent a message to Patrick. “Uncle.”
Only one word.
Twinkle wailed at the ceiling, pulled the quilt and covered her head, becoming more conflicted!
At that moment, Twinkle didn’t know that Patrick was at the place his father and three older brothers would go to everyday, but he had never been to even once – the chairman’s office on the 88th floor of senior management at Henry international company.
When she messaged him early in the morning, he only replied one word because he had just arrived at Henry international company’s underground parking lot, and his older brother was walking towards him with a meaningful smile.
He had never seen the little girl take the initiative to say such nice things to himself.
A text message, some simple words – uncle, I miss you.
Those four words were better than a thousand words.
Fearing that she would grow impatient from waiting, he took some time for Donald to take him back to the car and call her. Unexpectedly, it was Dawn who picked up the call.
Then Henry came.
Henry’s secretary invited Patrick to go up, and he didn’t have another chance to talk to her.
In the office, as Donald pushed Patrick in, he noticed that Henry didn’t have a pleasant expression on his face.
It could even be said that he stared at Patrick angrily.
Donald felt a little timid, and his hand held the wheelchair tighter. When Henry signalled with his eyes that Donald go out, Donald pretended not to see and stood firmly behind Patrick, determined to stay!
As a result, Henry’s anger worsened. “A little bodyguard dare to be presumptuous in front of me!”
Donald’s heart trembled, but he raised his head, neither humble nor arrogant, and met Henry’s eyes. “Henry, sorry, I’m sent by Mrs. Moon to serve Patrick. I only obey orders from Patrick.”
Henry squeezed his fists and waited for Patrick. “Have him leave!”
Patrick didn’t speak and couldn’t speak because he was mute!
Henry continued. “Henry, sorry, Mrs. Moon once instructed us to guard Patrick every step of the way to prevent accidents from happening!”
“He is my son, as if I can kill him! You dare to stop me, then I won’t treat you very nice believe it or not!”
Henry was extremely angry, just as he was about to move, the man in the wheelchair calmly wrote a word and handed it to Donald.
Donald took a look and respectfully stepped forward to place it on Henry’s desk.
Henry glanced down at the piece of paper.
North.
Henry suddenly stopped moving, and no longer made things difficult for Donald.
Because he remembered that the grandfather of Trump and Donald was North Yan, someone he didn’t dare to offend!
“Ahem.” Henry sat down by the desk. The secretary quickly brought tea and then backed out. Henry stared at Patrick, and spoke with regret because Patrick didn’t live up to his expectations. “What are you doing? Didn’t I say that the marriage contract between the Simpson family and the Lee family has been cancelled? You just had to put up those billboards all over the city. What are you trying to do?!”
Patrick did not move and said nothing.
A pair of eyes that seemed to be deep enough to hold all things in the world, silent yet seemed to be hiding turbulent waves, made people afraid to look directly.
Henry knew that he was mute and remembered that although his personality was a little lonely before, he was still obedient, so he gave out his order. “Have your people take down all the engagement billboards! Within today, have all of them removed!”
Patrick remained motionless.
Henry spoke again. “Do you know that the Meng family will be here tomorrow evening? If they see those billboards and find out that there are photos of their daughter-in-law and my son hanging outside, it wouldn’t be very nice, right?”
Patrick suddenly raised a hand, squeezed his chin, and stared at him blankly.
Just didn’t write a word!
He refused to nod as well!
Henry closed his eyes, sighed, and when he opened them again, he stared at Patrick unkindly. “You should know your identity. You should be grateful to your family for raising you! Before, your marriage could benefit the family, so you should go all out. Now, if you continue to pester Twinkle, it will only harm the family, so you should stop!”
With that tone and face, Henry seemed to be saying to Patrick, don’t think too highly of yourself!
However, Patrick smiled, a very beautiful smile.
A big white hand was raised gracefully on his side, and he snapped his fingers at Donald.
The next moment, Donald took something out of his pocket and once again respectfully placed it on Henry’s desk with both hands.
Henry looked down and saw a delicate and beautiful sea blue invitation.
He opened it and saw the words – Mr. Patrick Lee and Ms. Twinkle Simpson request the honour of Henry and his family on the 28th of this month at 6:00 pm at Purple palace for an engagement ball.