Jason rolled his eyes at Patrick. At the same time, Patrick heard some ladies around him puffing and muttering, "Oh my God, he even looks good rolling his eyes!"
Patrick had the sudden urge to spit blood. Jason had only rolled his eyes. Did those fangirls have to fawn over every little one of Jason’s move?
As Jason took off the gloves, Patrick seemed to realize something suddenly and grabbed the gloves from Jason's hand.
"They seem to be hand-knitted. The knitting isn't very nice, though." Patrick commented on the gloves in confusion. "The wool looks like old wool. Did a store cheat you? How dare they sell you these gloves!"
"Who said I bought them?" Jason said lightly.
Patrick's jaw dropped. If he did not buy it, then... "Someone else can't have knitted them for you."
Jason did not answer, but his expression showed that he tacitly agreed.
Patrick was surprised. Was it really from someone else? With Jason's character, he would never wear this kind of stuff.
However, he was not only wearing them today, but he was wearing them in such a public place too.
Who the hell knitted them?! What kind of person made such... Uh, not so great scarf and gloves, but ones that Jason would wear?
Patrick's mind flickered for a moment with rumors of the woman whom his friend had rescued from a nearby town. He left Old Alpha Reed behind to meet this female.
He even alerted the local police for the woman's sake.
Could it be the same woman?!
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