Chapter 250 I Happened to Look Like Your Muse, Mr. Cowell

Squinting at me out of the corner of his eyes, Patrick focused on driving saying nothing further.  In the mountain, the wind was strong. And it rained heavily. However, there was only some drizzle at the foot of the mountain. The car drove all the way to Unit.1, City Y. I couldn't be more familiar with this place. Watching the car enter the residential quarter, I said quickly, "Mr. Cowell, where are we going?" Patrick said nothing. Feeling terrified, I grabbed the handle of the car door and said nervously, "Mr. Cowell, if you're planning to take me to your house, I'm going to jump off the car." "Feel free to do so." Patrick held the wheel tightly with both hands without even looking at me. It seemed that whether I was alive or not had nothing to do with him. In fact, I dared not to jump off the car. My foot was injured. If I jumped off the car, I surely would be injured. And I probably would be run over by a car at w