"He is my boyfriend." I smiled faintly to cover up the guilt in my heart. "Really?" Seth looked at me. And the look in his eyes indicated clearly that he wasn't convinced. I hesitated for a moment and stared at him firmly, "Yeah. Why did I lie to you? He is very good to me. And I am living a good life now." Seth frowned deeply and looked at me with a pair of clear eyes. Although he didn't say anything, I was already a little guilty. Even so, I added, "It's true. I am living a good life now, a very good life." After that, I pulled back my hand and entered the subway station. I knew that this lie of mine was like a piece of paper, which would be exposed at any time. But I didn't have any other choice. Because I wasn't worthy of Seth's kindness to me. My life continued. After that day, Seth seemed to have gone back to his hometown. And I had never seen him. Ten days later, the first trial of my case began. Jerem
...... It turned out that Roger was driving Patrick's car. I remembered that there were many sports cars in the garage of the bridal chamber Patrick had bought for him and Caroline. But he never drove the sports cars at ordinary times. Seeing that I didn't move, Roger said, "Aren't you also a common citizen? You should be very good at handling this kind of thing. Help me deal with her!" The way I saw it, the index of Roger's emotional intelligence was probably a negative number. How come he, who was asking for my help, talk like that? I rolled my eyes at him and said, "No." Then I was ready to leave directly. Roger pulled me with one hand and said, "Don't leave, don't! I'll give you money! 500,000 dollars! What do you think of it? If you settle this matter for me, I'll give you 500,000 dollars!" ...... The onlookers were stunned. " 500,000 dollars?" "Oh my god! The rich are indeed different." As the ol
Because I went to see Michael in the afternoon, some work was put off. And I had to finish all my work. When I raised my head again, I found that the daytime had passed and that it was already in the evening. Although I couldn't see the sun from the office, I could see the golden sunset glow in the sky. I looked down and found that it was already past 7 p.m., which meant more than an hour had passed after the time for getting off work. I clocked out and got off work. I stood in the elevator, planning to have dinner at night, go home to take a bath, and then go to the hospital with a laptop to see Rosy. After that, I would continue to work on my design. When the door of the elevator opened, I thought of a person. Patrick Cowell. He should have left, shouldn't he? He surely had left. I guessed that it was impossible for him to wait for me here for more than two hours. I walked out with my bag in hand. As soon as I reached
I called subconsciously, "Patrick Cowell?" After I finished my words, I regretted it. But he heard me. And he looked up and saw me. It was dark. Although I couldn't see his eyes clearly, I heard that he laughed bitterly. Then he said, "I didn't like you calling me by my name in the past, hoping that you could call me Patrick. Now, even though you call me, I am happy." "Mr. Cowell, why are you still here?" For no reason, his words made my heart tighten. And there was a kind of faint bitterness lingering in my heart. "I, I don't know either." Patrick's voice sounded a little disconsolate. Then he stood up and asked me, "Where are you going? Do you need me to send you off?" "No need." I didn't want to tell him that I was going to the hospital. "I'll send you off. After all, we have met each other," Patrick said as he walked up to me. I saw his face clearly. Although it had been only a little while since I had seen him just now, I felt
As soon as he spoke, everyone looked in our direction. The next second, everyone saw me. The one with the ugliest expression on her face was Caroline. She stared at me closely with the veins on her forehead bulging slightly while clenching her hands tightly. However, she kept smiling and said, "Charlotte, Patrick, why are you two together?" "We..." "We met downstairs. So we came up together." Just as I was about to say something, I heard Patrick's voice behind me. His words made me nervous. I couldn't help sneering. Then I thought that it was reasonable for Patrick to say so and that I didn't need to overthink it. After all, in front of Caroline, Patrick surely would completely cut off the relationship with me. "Oh, I see..." Caroline's expression became somewhat normal. Because of Patrick's lie, I was confident, asking them, "Why are you here? Could it be that the whole world had been turned upside down?" Caroline glanc
The airbag in the car came out. And Patrick, who was wrapped in the airbag, didn't move at all. "Patrick Cowell!" I was scared to death at that time. So I rushed over and opened the door of Patrick's car. Patrick just sat straight there with his eyes closed. His body and the airbag were all covered with blood. I didn't know where the blood came from. Seeing this, I felt that my heart had been pinched tight by a hand. I was heartbroken for him. And my heart ached so much! But I dared not to move. I was afraid that if I moved, Patrick would be in trouble. Fortunately, we were at the gate of the hospital. Several doctors pushed a mobile bed out. At this time, Jeremy and Tracy both came over. The situation of Caroline's car was more serious than that of Patrick's car. The airbag in her car also came out. And blood was everywhere inside the car. The front of her car was severely deformed. When Caroline was carried out, her fa
He said that he would take a shower. Patrick's words were so revealing. I looked at him suspiciously., "Don't tell me after you're already so badly injured, you are still thinking about that kind of matter?" "No, I don't." Patrick confined me in his arms and said with an innocent expression, "I just asked you to help me take a bath..." "No." I was a little angry, "Why don't you wait for Caroline to wake up and ask her to help you take a bath?" "Caroline Archer?" When I mentioned her, I saw that Patrick's eyes dimmed. Only then did he say, "Except for marrying her, I won't do anything else." "Then why did you ask Wilson to care about her situation?" I couldn't hold myself back anymore. And I had to say my opinion about this matter at this moment. As soon as I said that, Patrick frowned slightly, "What?" "Stop pretending. I know everything. When Grandpa Cowell came today, I went to see Caroline and happened to see Wilson there."
I wasn't angry either. And I looked at Gina and said, "Do you want to let him see Caroline or not? If not, we'll go." "You..." Gina stared at me as her eyes were almost bursting with flames of anger. But in the final analysis, it was Caroline who was more important to her! She only thought about it for a moment and said, "Yeah! But only Mr. Cowell can go inside. You can't!" In fact, judging from Gina's address to Patrick, I thought they had already accepted the reality. Otherwise, she surely wouldn't have called Patrick Mr. Cowell in such an alienated way. "I want to go inside too," I said, looking at Patrick. While speaking, I held onto his right hand tightly with my arms and pouted my mouth, looking somewhat coquettish. "Well, I'll take you there." Patrick looked at me as his eyes were full of love. Gina saw everything in her eyes. And her eyes were almost burning with anger. However, what did it have to do with me? I just w