Chapter 448


    Clenching my hands into fists and biting my lips, I told myself in my heart over and over again that I


    could leave after finishing myst few words.


    However, I couldn''t say it out loud.


    Just then, the door behind me was pushed open.


    I heard someonee in without even knocking on the door.


    I didn''t see who behind me was. However, seeing Patrick''s suddenly tender eyes, I figured it out.


    Following that, Tillie came out from behind me. ncing at me, she walked to Patrick''s side.


    Patrick reached out and grabbed her hand.


    Tillie looked at me jealously and said, "What are you talking about?"


    "Nothing. She''s leaving tomorrow."


    Patrick said tly.


    Seeing that the two of them were holding hands, I felt as if my heart was being twisted that I couldn''t


    even breathe.


    I stood where I was as if I had finally found a reason to say myst few words. Bowing slightly, I


    clenched my hands together and said to Patrick, "Mr. Cowell, hope all is well with you. I''ll leave


    tomorrow morning."


    After that, I turned around and left.


    I didn''t even want to look at them again.


    If they were acting, admittedly, they did fool me.


    Back in the room, I finished the remaining work and left a message to Nancy, "I will go back to the


    studio tomorrow. See you there."


    After turning off theputer, I packed my things up. Despite having been living here for a long


    time, I didn''t have many things with me.


    Sitting there and staring at a pile of medicine, I felt sour in my heart. After working hard for a month,


    I lost it in the end.


    I changed my clothes and went out to the kitchen to fetch water. Patrick was living alone in the


    manor. And only Tillie could get close to him. Other servants had nothing to do in the evening.


    Upon going out, I saw a bunch of servants staying in the kitchen.


    They waved at me friendly and said, "Jta, you''re here!"


    "Yes, how are you?"


    Although I usually worked inside and rarely saw them, everyone was rtively kind to me.


    I went to fetch the water. And they continued to


    chat.


    "Oh, I think Tillie is just a pumpkin. Howe she wants to rise high?"


    "That''s right. Mr. Cowell is ying with her. And he will be tired of her after a few days."


    "That''s right! I don''t think she''s special. Why did Mr. Cowell take a fancy to her?"


    "She surely has used some tricks! Maybe she''s innocent on the surface and quite coquettish


    within."


    After going through so many things, I wasn''t surprised at all by theirments about Tillie.


    I left and didn''t linger there for long after fetching the water.


    I stayed in my room for a while. It was thest day of my stay in the manor. Despite having been


    here for so long, I hadn''t looked around this ce. I, who happened to be avable today, decide to


    stroll around.


    I put on my coat, walked out of the manor, and strolled around the garden. It waste winter. There


    was no snow in the garden. Even so, the nts were bare, looking ugly.


    I could see through the trimmings and furnishings of these shrubs that the garden should be quite


    beautiful in the spring.


    Walking alone in the garden, I identally found that these nts had sprouted unknowingly.


    As I was about to go out, I looked up and happened to see Patrick''s bedroom on the second floor.


    With the light on, Patrick was sitting in front of the window.


    Standing far away from him, I couldn''t see what he was looking.


    But now, I wouldn''t be so sentimental as to think that he was looking at me.


    I walked around and went back to the back door. Then a bodyguard stopped me and said, "Jta,


    Mr. Cowell asks you to go upstairs."


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    I nodded.


    I hadn''t left yet. So I was still a maid here. Since he summoned me, I had to do as he said.


    I no longer wore the clothes for a maid. Now that if I got changed, it would naturally take some time.


    Fearing that Patrick would be impatient, I went upstairs without getting changed.


    After arriving at the door of Patrick''s bedroom, I gently knocked on the door twice.


    "Come in."


    Patrick''s voice came from inside the room.


    After pushing open the door, I spoke first, "Mr. Cowell, did you call me over for anything?"


    I tried to make my tone as distant as possible so that he couldn''t see through me.


    He turned the wheelchair and looked at me, "Are you leaving tomorrow?"


    "Yes."


    I had told him this previously.


    He looked at me with some inquiry. After a moment of silence, he asked me, "Is there anything you


    want to say to me?"


    ''Do I?''


    ''Yes, a lot.''


    However, at this point, I felt that I didn''t have to say anything else.


    But there was one thing that I had to tell him!


    I looked at Patrick, organized my thoughts, and said calmly, "Mr. Cowell, in fact, I long noticed that


    you had hired Tillie here to cooperate with your show. Originally, I wanted to see how far you and


    Tillie would go on pretending. But now, I don''t think it''s necessary."


    Hearing my words, Patrick seemed to be a little surprised. Narrowing his eyes, he looked at me,


    "Why?" "Because it no longer matters to me anymore." I clenched my hands slightly, "The reason


    why I let go of my status and came here to work as a maid is that I love you and that I know you


    have done a lot for me. I fear that you won''t think it through and end up giving on yourself. I am


    afraid that others won''t take care of you well.


    However, now I find that I have been worried about you for nothing."


    I lowered my head and looked at the tips of my toes, feeling bitter in my heart.


    Patrick didn''t speak. So I continued, "You are Patrick Cowell. Why do you need help from me,


    someone insignificant? Since you don''t need me now, I will leave and nevere back here."


    While saying these words, I felt great pain in my heart.


    I wanted to say to Patrick, "Patrick Cowell, you and I have been working hard for so long. And we


    manage to be who we are now...


    In the end, it is all in vain."


    I finished my words and looked up at Patrick. Staring at me, Patrick didn''t reveal any emotion in his


    eyes.


    But I didn''t want to guess anymore.


    I made a slight bow and said, "Mr. Cowell, I''ll go first."


    After that, I turned around and left.


    It wasn''t until thetter half of the night that I fell asleep.


    By the time I woke up, it had been 8 a.m.


    The car which I arranged to pick me up would be here at 8 a.m. I changed my clothes hurriedly and


    went out with my luggage. Upon arriving at the door, I didn''t see the car I had booked instead.


    I had no choice but to call the driver.


    After the driver picked up my call, I asked what had happened. The driver told me he was driven


    away. What happened?