It'll Come Naturally
Chapter 1329 Treat Others As You Want To Be Treated (Part One)

"What are you doing?" Seeing that Patricia was blocking the door to his car, Tom grew furious. Patricia wore a bright smile. 'How come I keep meeting this woman? The less I want to see her, the more often I meet her. It is so annoying!' he thought. "Nothing. Don't you know this parking space is mine? Why are you taking it up?" Patricia raised her eyebrows. She hadn't seen Tom in days. She thought she had forgotten him, but just now when she saw him, she realized she could not forget him at all. "Are you kidding me? Your parking space? You have your name on it or something?" Tom retorted. 'I come to this gallery a lot. Does she think she can fool me?'

"Look! It says 'Staff Only'. You didn't see that?" Patricia said, pointing to the sign next to her. If someone took her parking space, she didn't mind replaceing another spot to park her car. However, she was not willing to compromise this time. Not with Tom. "You mean you work here?" Tom asked doubtfully. He didn't believe that a bad-tempered girl like her could work at such an elegant place.

"You have a problem with that?" Patricia pouted. A hint of sarcasm laced her tone.

"No. I just thought it was kind of weird." With an indifferent smile, Tom lifted the convertible. 'Fine, you want to block my door?' he thought, 'I'll just get out another way. The door to my car can still open up!'

"You..." Patricia perceived the sarcasm in his voice and almost choked with anger. She didn't know his car door could be opened this way.

"I'm sorry, I have to go." Tom waved his car keys in front of her and walked past her arrogantly. He knew the boss here well and always parked his car at the employee parking lot. He had been doing it for so long that it had gradually become a habit. He had no idea when Patricia became an employee at this place. He had never seen her here before.

"You asshole!" Patricia stomped her feet in rage. She looked at his receding figure and kicked his car, venting out her anger. However, her kick did nothing to the car. Instead, she cried out in pain when her foot hurt.

"Long time no see, Mr. Qin." As soon as the gallery manager saw Tom, he solicitously walked toward him. They seemed to know each other quite well.

"Yes, I've been a little busy lately. Is your boss here?" Tom stood before a portrait. It looked like he had seen the girl in it before somewhere, except she looked fresher and more refined.

"I'm sorry. She is not here. It's her daughter who has been running the gallery lately," the manager answered respectfully. Tom was a big client of this gallery, so he must be treated well. "Okay, I see. Is this a new portrait?" Tom held his chin, quite interested in this picture.

"Yes. The girl in the portrait is our boss's daughter, so it is not for sale. It's only for viewing," the manager explained in a low voice for fear that Tom would like to buy this picture.

"It is a good painting. It has the artistic taste of your boss," Tom said and looked away. Since it was not for sale, he could just appreciate it.

"Here is Miss Patricia." As soon as the manager saw Patricia, he went over to her, wanting to introduce her to Tom.

"Miss Patricia, let me help you." The manager took the painting Patricia was holding. It was a bit heavy because of the frame.

"Thank you. I just met a jerk at the parking lot who took over my parking area, so I had to park somewhere else. My arm is killing me." Patricia shook her sore arm. She didn't realize someone was looking at her with interest.

Tom had no idea that Patricia was the daughter of the great painter, Concordia Pei. They didn't look like mother and daughter at all.

"You mean I'm a jerk?" Tom frowned, wondering why she called him that.

"Damn it. Why are you here?" Patricia heard Tom's voice and realized that he was here too. There were no other shops around except the gallery of her family, so it was reasonable for him to be here.

"Miss Patricia, do you know Mr. Qin?" the manager asked cautiously, trying to figure out the relationship between her and Tom.

"Yes."

"No."

They both replied instantly, but their answers were completely different.

"Excuse me? I know you don't want to talk to me and I am fine with that. But why are you pretending not to know me?" Patricia looked at him, still seething with anger. 'This bastard made me walk hundreds of meters with this heavy stuff. I'm exhausted.' "Do I need to know you?" Tom gave her a cold look, not showing any respect to Patricia in the presence of the manager.

"Damn it. You're such a jerk. Why are you pretending? Who do you think you are? I wish I didn't know you at all," Patricia said to him furiously, wondering why she would fall in love with such a fool. 'When did my taste get so bad? How could I like him?' she asked herself. "Watch your language, Miss Bai." Tom frowned at her. 'She's the one in that picture?' he wondered silently.

"What? You know my name now? Why don't you go on pretending that you don't know me?" Patricia hated hypocritical people the most. She could not understand why she liked this man so much. There must be something wrong with her.

"Manager Cheng, your boss is not here so I am leaving. I'll come by another day." Tom turned to say goodbye to the manager without looking at Patricia.

"Okay, see you later." Manager Cheng nodded respectfully. He had a smile on his face as he watched Tom leave.

"Hum! What a fool!" Patricia whispered. She resented Tom's indifference to her.

"Miss Patricia, would you like to take rest inside?" Manager Cheng didn't know what had happened between the two of them, but he thought the way they got along was strange.

"No. If you don't need me to do anything, I'm going home. Goodbye, Manager Cheng." Patricia didn't want to waste any more time here. The wound on her body had healed, so she wanted to continue to train for her race driving. "Goodbye." Upon seeing that Patricia was in a hurry to leave, Manager Cheng didn't say anything further.

Patricia had been so angry at Tom, but she felt much happier when she walked out of the gallery. She basked in the warm sunshine. Just as she walked toward her car, Tom suddenly drove up to her. Patricia took a few steps back in shock. "Damn it! Do you even know how to drive?" Patricia was so frightened that she struck the wheel of Tom's car with her foot.

"Did someone ever tell you that you should treat others the way you want to be treated? You know what it feels like to be scared now, don't you?" Just as Tom said this, he drove away in a rush, before Patricia could get in a word. "Are you kidding me? What kind of a man are you? It's been so long and you're still mad at me. You're stupid!" Patricia cursed loudly in the direction Tom left. She didn't know he could be so mean.

Tom looked in the rearview mirror and saw Patricia stomping around in anger. He smirked. 'I bet you won't dare joke about life again.'

"Hello! Duke. Are you in your office? I'm coming," Tom called up Duke as he drove.

"Yes, come. I'll wait for you." Duke put down the keys he had just picked up. He wondered why Tom had suddenly planned to arrive. 'Belinda did the birth test at his hospital. Is there something wrong with it?' he wondered, upset.000000