Looking at him, Christina breathed rapidly and wanted to ask him something.However, he suddenly restrained all his anger.

As if it was just an illusion.

Patrick let go of her and turned to the bathroom.

Christina's heart skipped a beat and she immediately followed him.

She reached out and grabbed his wrist anxiously, trying to follow it on.

"You just said..."

"Scum."

Patrick didn't answer her question.

Facing the mirror, he met her eyes with a serious expression.

"I don't feel comfortable."

Christina felt like he was fooling with her.She yelled at him anxiously.

"I was asking you what you just said..."

"Shave for me and I'll tell you." He was calm.

Christina did not understand what was going on with him.

Just now, he was clearly furious.

Suddenly, he pretended that nothing had happened.

She became serious and looked deeply into his deep eyes, which were as dark as an abyss, incomprehensible.

"I don't have a razor: In the end, she shouted in frustration.

"I have one upstairs."

He took out a key from his pocket, put it on her palm, and said in a brisk tone, "Go get it now.Christina, remember to go back."

forget to

if he was waiting for her to serve him.He did not live in the huge Morning Hillside Villa, ignoring many servants,

understand.Why do you have to live in this small

She turned around angrily.

because you chose this stupid

hoarse because of illness, sounded annoyed, as if Patrick disliked it.Christina was upset and she didn't hear what he was saying angrily.She slammed the door close and went upstairs to Apartment 502 to

as she slammed the door, Patrick stood up and his face became much

the box of antipyretic, took two pills, threw them into his mouth,

Patrick hated medicine.

week, he

up late and

do when

and the more

this small apartment filled with her breath and

drawers, and the wardrobe, rummaging through her things, as if it was fun.Maybe

occupied with what he

she entered, she saw the man rummaging through her closet.She was surprised and then became angry, "Hey, why did you throw that coat into the trash

looked unhappy and turned

"I don't

He was not ashamed.

pick up the black men's coat from the trash

corner of

it, just leave.This is my house.Don't touch

didn't play nice with him, and she tidied up the coat and hung it

was Derek's coat which was wet when he

it away, or you can't live

and his tone was cold

want to keep it!" Christina was fed

He always threatened others.

good.In this way, we don't have to live

you want, Patrick? You're really self-righteous and

this coat.He said in a strange tone, "You're tired of being with me.Do you know what Eric

to tolerate your temper.I can live well

him angrily, he

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