Chapter 83

Eleanor harshly bit down on her lower lip. The pain, she couldn't even feel. Who would have thought that the childhood obsession she carefully cherished turned out to be thoroughly mistaken and absurd? The boy—who was he? Where could he be? Could she still find him? Patrick looked at the girl in front of him, seeing the confusion and sadness on her face. He didn't know why, but he felt a sharp pain in his heart as if he was also hurting with her. "You..." He began to speak but only got out one word— A sleek black Rolls-Royce suddenly came hurtling in their direction. Taken by surprise, Patrick quickly released Eleanor's wrist, and their intertwined hands parted abruptly. The Rolls-Royce halted abruptly. Patrick examined the car quietly. It had seemed ready to ram into them but didn't seem to want to harm anyone. It seemed as if it only wanted to separate him and Eleanor. "What does this car owner really mean?" Eleanor suddenly woke up from her daydream. Only when she saw the Rolls-Royc