I hesitated for a moment and picked up the call.
I spoke first, "Hello."
It was quiet on the over the phone. And no one spoke.
There wasn't even any sound in the slightest.
I said again, "Hello?"
No one spoke there.
Thinking that it should be a wrong call, I hung up the phone immediately.
That night, I sat on the sofa as usual, waiting for Patrick.
By the time I woke up on the sofa, I saw that the sun had completely risen outside the window and that the long- case clock was striking at 9 a.m. Then I felt a burst of loss.
Patrick's slippers were placed at the door, which was the same as they had been yesterday.
It showed that Patrick had never come back.
There wasn't even a single missed call on my cell phone.
"Where has he been? If he hadn't come back
before, he would at least have texted me. He has never been like this."
I called Patrick.
No one answered my call.
I was in a mess in my heart. I wanted to call Lisa, only to fear that she would stand up for me. What if Patrick indeed had an enemy? Would I drag her into this?
All day, I had been hesitant about whether I should continue to call Patrick.
Because my face was ruined, I even doubted if Patrick had disliked me.
I had never had a more difficult time than I did today.
However, at 9 p.m., unexpectedly, Patrick came back.
"You're back." I stood in the living room.
Unexpectedly, I was at a loss when I saw Patrick.
There were some snowflakes on his shoulders. I added, "Is it snowing outside?"
"Yeah."
Patrick changed his shoes aas he walked inside.
I thought he would go straight upstairs. But I didn't expect that he would come up to me and hugged me, "Sorry, I didn't contact you yesterday."
As I was in his arms, I found that besides the smell of tobacco, there was a faint perfume smell this time.
For some reason, I felt disturbed in my heart.
I couldn't help saying, "Can you give me Kelsi's number?"
"Kelsi?"
After hearing my words, Patrick seemed to be a little surprised.
He lowered his head and looked at me. And there was something profound in his dark eyes.
"Yes." In fact, to some extent, I wanted to see how Patrick would react.
Sure enough, he was a little surprised.
I, who had figured out how I should explain, said, "When my grandmother was ill last time, none of the Archer Family was willing to pay for her medical expense. So I sold my house. As a result, she happened to be the buyer of my house. Now that my grandmother passed away. The house is the only thing she left to me. I want to buy it back."
"It turns out it is so." Judging from Patrick's expression, he seemed to have let out a sigh of relief, "I'll help you talk to her."
"I'll talk to her by myself."
I said decisively.
I sincerely wanted to buy my house back. That was why I intended to go find Kelsi and ask her about what had happened between Patrick and her.
I was afraid that Patrick would lie to me.
Patrick hesitated for a moment. In the end, he found a number from his phone book and sent it to him.
As soon as I recorded the number, my cell phone screen lit up.
Lisa's name appeared on it.
"Hello."
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