My nose was hit so hard.
While covering my nose, I couldn't help complaining, "Are you blind?"
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
When I lowered my head and rubbed my nose painfully, I heard a soft and gentle voice.
As soon as I heard the voice, I felt as if I were in a better mood.
I looked up, intending to say, "Forget it." However, seeing the two people in front of me, I only felt a chill on my back.
It was Patrick and the woman who had been picking a diamond ring just now.
"Mr. ... Mr. Cowell." After thinking over how I should address Patrick, I chose to address him as Mr. Cowell, thinking that it was the most suitable one.
However, as soon I finished my words, Patrick's face seemed to change.
The woman next to him looked at him and asked, "Do you know each other?"
"No..."
"Yes."
Patrick and I responded at the same time.
I was denying it. And he was admitting it.