Patrick repeated his words.
I, who couldn't be more overjoyed, looked at him as I asked over and over again, "Really? Is what you said true?"
I was so afraid that after Patrick gave me hope, he would disappoint me again.
But this time, Patrick nodded firmly.
At that moment, I didn't struggle and let him hold my hand in his big palm. And I felt that my slightly cold hand became warm little by little.
The next day, I went to work.
Patrick proposed to send me to work. This time, I agreed.
I sat in his car. He left after dropping me off at the cafe. But some sharp-eyed colleagues saw his car and came over. Then they asked, "Charlotte, is your boyfriend so rich? How come he is driving such a good car?"
I looked at Patrick's car and didn't know how to explain it for a moment.
"Am I goin
