Chapter220 Patricia's confession was rejected by Martin
The private jet landed at Ivara City International Airport.
When leaving the airport, Martin led the way with Patricia trailing behind him.
Though he hadn't spoken a word to her and kept away from her, he never let her get more than five steps away. If she slowed down, he would slow his pace to match hers. If she sped up, he would match that, too.
If she slowed down, he would slow his pace to match hers.
If she sped up, he would match that too.
Patricia couldn't help feeling disheartened, her gaze fixating on his back, not understanding what had madehappened to make him suddenly so cold towards her.
As they left the airport, Alan was already waiting at the entrance.
Upon seeing them, he immediately opened the back door of the car.
Martin said indifferently, "You take Miss Watson home first."
Alan hesitantly asked, "What about you, Sir?"
Martin's expression was unreadable as he replied, "I'll take another car back."
"...??" Alan was puzzled, glancing between Patricia and Martin, trying to figure out whetherif Martin was merely upset or serious.
Feeling his questioning gaze, Martin shot him a cold look.
Alan shivered and quickly nodded., "Miss Watson, please get in the car, I'll take you home first."
Patricia was both angry and hurt.
Her pride wouldn't allow her to accept the ride., "No need;, this is the Langley family's car. I'll take a taxi home."!"
Then she stormed off, not looking back, secretly hoping Martin would follow her.
Unfortunately, her hope was dashed.
Even as she got into the taxi, Martin didn't appearnever appeared.
Tears betrayed her, spilling out uncontrollably.
She had grown accustomed to Martin's care and compromise, and his sudden indifference was not only unfamiliar but also deeply painful.
Her heart clenched tightly, making it difficult to breathe.
Little did she know, a discreetly luxurious Maybach had been following the taxi she was in, maintaining a safe distance without being noticed.
Only when the taxi safely dropped her off at Riverside Apartments, and her figure disappeared at the entrance of the complex, did the Maybach drive away.
On the way back to Ellenstein Villa District, Martin stared out the car window, deep in thought. Such silence seemed to isolate him in his own world.
Such silence seemed isolate him in his own world.
Alan glanced at him through the rearview mirror. The
For some reason, the boss had seemed different since returning from Los Angeles for some reason.
More silent, more withdrawn.
He always seemed preoccupied, especially with Miss Watson—his demeanor towards her had changed drastically.
He cared about Miss Watson, yet he deliberately kept her at arm's length.
Out of concern for his superior, Alan couldn't help but ask, "Boss, did something happen in Los Angeles? Miss Watson seemed very upset just now."
Martin acted as if he heard nothing, completely ignoring the question. Alan didn't press further because he wasn't going to respond.
Seeing that he wasn't going to respond, Alan didn't press further.
At night, when Patricia arrived home, Jade was getting the little ones ready for bed. She was startled by Patricia's appearance.
"Patricia, what's wrong? Are you ill? You're so pale."
Patricia nodded. "There was a bit of trouble in Los Angeles, I've caught a cold."
Jade immediately showed concern. "Have you taken any medicine?"
Patricia pulled out some pills from her pocket.
Jade quickly poured her a glass of warm water, "Take these now."
"Okay."
Patricia nodded, swallowing the pills with water.
Hearing the commotion, Charles and Fannie excitedly ran out, hugging her arms from both sides, "Mommy, you're finally back. We missed you so much."
Patricia stroked their heads hoarselywith a hoarse voice, "Mommy missed you too. Have you been good, listening to Jade?"
Charles nodded vigorously, "Fannie and I have been very good!"
Then, he asked, "Mommy, why did you suddenly go off the grid a few days ago? Even the tracking system couldn't find you. Do you know how worried I was?"
Patricia apologized, "Sorry for worrying you. My phone fell into the water, so the signal was lost. I need to buy a new one tomorrow."
Charles warned her with dissatisfaction, "You should be more careful. I don't want to be an orphan."
Patricia didn't get angry but promised with a smile, "Okay, I'll be more careful."
Seeing Patricia in low spirits and exhausted, Jade pulled Charles and Fannie away, "Alright, it's late. You two go back to your room and rest. Let Mmommy take a bath and rest early. We can talk about everything else tomorrow."
Though reluctant, the two obediently left.
Patricia closed her eyes wearily, leaning back on the couch.
Jade asked with concern, "Patricia, you seem troubled. What happened? Tell me, maybe I can help."
Patricia glanced back to ensure the door was closed and the kids had gone to bed before whispering, "Jade, have you seen Martin while I was away? Or has anything happened to him recently?"
Jade was momentarily confused, "I haven't seen him, but Charles mentioned that he followed you to Los Angeles the day you left because he was worried. He must have returned early when he couldn't find you."
Patricia's eyes widened in disbelief, "He went to Los Angeles the same day as me?"
She had no idea about this. Martin never mentioned it.
Martin never mentioned it.
Jade nodded., "Yes, that's what Charles told me."
This confirmed Patricia's suspicion that something had happened during this time, something that had caused Martin's attitude towards her to change so drastically.
Jade asked uneasily, "Patricia, what exactly happened?"
Patricia took a deep breath, decidedmade up her mind, and patted her shoulder., "It's nothing, I'm just tired! I'll sleep with you tonight, so we don't wake the kids."
"Sure!"
Jade agreed readily.
The next day, d.
Despite taking cold medicine, Patricia's symptoms worsened. She had noNo fever, but she was congested, her throat hurt, she sneezed, and she felt weak all over, as if walking on cotton.
Still, she forced herself to get up.
She bought a new phone and SIM card at the mall, then dialed the number she knew by heart.
The phone rang endlessly, with no answer.
Her heart sank deeper and deeper until an automated voice said, "Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later."
Undeterred, Patricia called again. It rang a long time once more but still no answer. Her heart sank completely. It rang a long time once more.
Still no answer.
Her heart sank completely.
She reassured herself that, maybe Martin's phone wasn't with him, and he didn't hear it. He wasn't ignoring her calls on purpose.
Yes.
That must be it.
Patricia comforted herself and dialed the number again.
This time, Martin finally answered.
"What is it?"
His voice was deep and cold, keeping her at a distance.
Patricia's heart ached sharply., "Where are you now? In the hospital? I need to see you."
"What for?"
Patricia held back her hurt, her voice hoarse as she said, "I can't explain over the phone. I wanna meet you."
There was an eerie silence on the other end. Patricia might have thought the line was dead if not for the faint sound of breathing.
If not for the faint sound of breathing, Patricia might have thought the line was dead.
After a long pause, Martin finally said, "I'm at the office. Come to my office."
"Alright! I'll be right there!"
After hanging up, Patricia drove straight to the Langley Group.
Alan had already informed the receptionist, who led Patricia to the president's private elevator, "Mr. Langley is waiting for you in his office., Jjust go up to the 58th floor."
After expressing her gratitude, Patricia entered the elevator.
The president's office occupied the entire top floor, consisting of only the president's office and the assistant's office, with a secretary's desk outside the president's office. The whole floor was eerily quiet, each step echoing likeas if in an empty hall.
The secretary,Secretary Judy, led Patricia into the president's office.
Martin sat behind his desk, engrossed in his work. Hearing her enter, he looked up.
"Just a moment, let me finish this document."
"No rush!" Patricia smiled and sat down across from him.
Martin was focused on his work, occasionally frowning in concentration.
Patricia watched him silently, lost in thought.
She had always known Martin was exceptional, outstanding. Otherwise, she wouldn't have fallen for him so hopelessly, without expecting anything in return.
With five years gone by, he had become more mature, more stable, and more insightful.
He exuded a powerful aura that commanded attention, his presence too imposing to ignore.
After what seemed like an eternity, Martin finally finished his work, closed his laptop gently, and looked at her with his hands clasped on the desk, "What did you want to talk about?"
Patricia stared into his eyes, her heart skipping a beat.
She took a deep breath, mustering her courage., "The question you asked me last time, I've thought it over. I wanted to tell you my answer in person today. I..."
Noticing her nasal voice, Martin asked, concerned with concern, "Haven't you gotten over your cold?"
Patricia waved it off., "It's nothing, just a bit of congestion. I've taken medicine; it'll pass in a few days."
Martin didn't press further.
Patricia continued, "I came today to tell you my answer., I..."
Martin's expression suddenly hardened., "No need."
Patricia was taken aback., disbelief in her voice, "What?"
Martin stated coldly, "That answer doesn't matter to me anymore. I've already been clear about what you are going to tell me. I think the way things are between us now is finegood."
Patricia sat there, stunned, as if struck by lightning, her world collapsing instantlyin an instant.
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