Chapter 81

Later, the scene shifted. Patrick dreamed again. Under an azure sky, a girl walked towards him, basking in the golden sunshine. Her face was still blurry, but her voice was as sweet as syrupy sugar. She said to him, "Patrick, I like you. Could you consider, liking me?" It was still the voice of Eleanor. His dreams were filled with the sound of Eleanor's voice. She was everywhere, for no reason at all! Patrick felt as if he was going mad! He stared straight at the girl in front of him. His slender eyes were like a deep abyss, his gaze captivating. "We," Patrick contemplated for a moment, finally opening his mouth, his voice as mellow as fine wine, "have we met somewhere before?" Eleanor was taken aback at his words. Her fists clenched tighter. They had indeed met, more than once, but that was in their past lives! What did he mean by asking such a question? "At the last kinship banquet, didn't you come? Of course, you have seen me," Eleanor slightly narrowed her eyes and replied in an un