Chapter 3
It looked like Shawn told Patrick what I had seen on his Instagram.
The following day, Patrick came to the house.
While I was standing halfway up the stairs, he glanced at me, walked over, picked me up, and gently placed me on the sofa.
He bent down on one knee, lifted my feet, and slipped them into a pair of He pink slippers.
He let out a quiet sigh.
“If you hate wearing slippers that much, maybe I should just carpet the entire floor.”
Longing consumed me from the inside out, and I couldn’t stop myself from staring, trying to memorize every part of his face.
Honestly, it was hard not to admit that he was God’s masterpiece.
His sharp jawline, defined eyebrows, tall nose, and narrow eyes gave him a cold, striking look, though they softened every time he looked at me.
I was hooked on the gentle looks he sometimes gave me, and the sweet fantasy he once made me believe,
But now, he was the one who tore that dream apart.
A wave of sorrow crashed into my chest and stuck there like a lump I couldn’t swallow.
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“Rick, was everything between us just my one–sided love?”
He slowly lifted his eyes, and the tiredness in them felt like a slap.
“Georgia Elsher, have you lost all sense of respect?
“I am your brother, just call me Patrick.”
My mind wandered back to that stormy night. His loose jacket had wrapped tightly around me, shielding me from the rain, and he held my hand as we ran through the downpour.
That warmth from his touch had spread through me, slowly thawing my cold heart.
He crouched down in front of me, his eyes sparkling like stars. “I’m Patrick Huxley. From now on, I’ll be your older brother. Georgia, let’s look after each other.”
At first, I really did see him as a brother. But once I started to develop feelings for him, I wasn’t content just being like family. So, with his silent agreement, I began calling him by his personal nickname, Rick.
If he’s taking that privilege back now, fine. I won’t argue.
I looked down and blinked sharply, but still couldn’t bring myself to say the word “Patrick“.
“Never mind. Just don’t do it again.”
Patrick stood up and looked my way. “My fiancée really likes the design. of this house. You need to leave soon. I’ve bought you an apartment in Hamilton Tower. You can stay there until college begins.”
I froze in place. “What did you just say?”
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And then a wave of overwhelming panic hit me.
“Rick, this is our home! You once promised no one would take it from
us!”
Patrick yanked at his tie, clearly annoyed. “If you refuse to leave, I’ll just get someone to move your stuff for you.”
Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and headed for the door.
I jumped up to go after him, but tripped and landed hard. He didn’t even turn around, not once, until his car vanished down the road.
“Rick! Don’t go!
“You jerk…”
I dropped to my knees, tears soaking into my scraped palms. The sharp stones dug into my skin, making it hurt even more.
The next day, just like he said, a group of movers showed up at the house.
I stayed seated on the sofa, silently watching as they packed my belongings and carried them out.
Later, two interior decorators arrived and announced, “Ms. Caylor doesn’t like this style. She wants a full makeover.
Every item in that house, from the sofa to the vase of flowers, had been handpicked and arranged by me.
To me, this place was more than a house. It was my second home.
Now I have nowhere to call home, and the only person I cared about has turned his back on me.
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I was alone again.
I stood in the hallway for what felt like forever, completely alone.
My knee throbbed with pain.
I stared at the unfamiliar place in front of me, my heart felt empty.
At that moment, every hope, every attachment I had faded away.
Gone without a trace.
“Rick, I’m done with you,” I said inwardly.
