Chapter 84 Can You Please Giving up on Divorcing Me?

It wasn't until a long time later that Patrick's voice rang outside the door, "Something's up. Some books and documents of mine are here. I want to take them back." "Oh..." "Yes. His things are indeed here."  Previously, I had been absent-minded. And then I was so busy with my work that I forgot this matter. I didn't open the door as I said, "Well, Mr. Cowell, please wait for a moment. I'll pack your things up." "I want to go in." I heard Patrick's voice. In fact, I was a little hesitant. But I thought that since we had got divorced, he should only be here to get his things back. After he got the things he wanted, we shouldn't have future interactions. I opened the door. And the cold air blew directly on my face. Standing at the door, Patrick wore a gray-black coat. And there were a lot of snowflakes on his shoulders and over his head. I was surprised as I thought, "Didn't he drive directly to the garage? How