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
"It's impossible!" Caroline cried even harder, "Even if I lost my memory of the past three years, my memory before that is intact. I didn't forget anything. And I didn't remember it wrong!" Speaking of this, she was almost choked with sobs! As she cried, she covered the gauze on her head with her hands, "Woo, my head hurts so much. I surely won't remember anything wrong. You surely have said so..." Caroline was crying so hard that the whole corridor was filled with the sound of her crying. Finally, a nurse came. As soon as she saw the situation, she was immediately unhappy, "The patient has just woken up. And her situation is unstable. Don't irritate her!" "Yes..." There was regret all over Gina's face. The nurse went in and checked Caroline's situation. Then she said discontentedly, "You can go now. Don't stay here." All three of us were driven out. After coming out, Gina kept cursing me, "Charlotte Archer, you made my Caroli
"Charlotte." Caroline took my hand and asked sincerely, "Can you tell me what happened in the past three years?" "Do you want to know about it?" I looked at her suspiciously. I wondered if she was sincere or she was trying to trick me... "Yes, I want to know about it!" Caroline pulled me, acting like a good sister to me previously. Then she said, "I asked my mother and dad. But they refused to tell me. They just said that I didn't marry Mr. Cowell..." In fact, the current Caroline was more like a good sister to me. She probably indeed had lost her memory. Or her acting skills probably were better than that before. I pondered on it for a moment and asked her, "Then tell me first, why do you think you will marry Patrick? After all, you haven't known each other for a long time before you get married." "We... We've known each other since our childhood!" Caroline looked at me innocently. "Did you know each other ever since yo
Gina's eyes brightened when she saw us. And she said, "Mr. Cowell, you're here! Hurry up and save Caroline!" As she spoke, she made way for us. Patrick stepped forward and opened the door to the bathroom, only to find that it was locked from inside. The clothes were scattered all over the floor outside the door. Gina said with a squeaky voice, "Caroline surely is naked. I, I dare not let them in." "Which is more important? Your daughter's naked body or her life?" I scolded her directly. It wasn't that I felt sorry for Caroline. It was just that I felt that Gina was quite illogical. However, I also realized that the things in the door were likely to be a trap set up by Gina, Caroline, and Jeremy together What was inside the room was what they wanted to show us. Patrick pushed the door as he said, "Where's the key?" I said, "There isn't any key available to this door. There is a lock inside to close the door. If it's
I followed Dion into the office. He closed the door and then looked at me with a serious look on his face, "Charlotte Archer, why are you so confused? Although Mr. Cowell is helping you get to the final, you couldn't have copied someone else's work!" "I didn't copy her work. She copied mine instead." I said calmly. "Did she plagiarize you? How could it be possible? You entered the second round with a ranking of being the last one among the 50. This time, the work was well-completed with an innovative idea. At first glance, it was obvious that Mabel had spent a lot of effort on it. You could have plagiarized others' works instead. But why did you plagiarize hers?" Dion's words indicated that he didn't believe what I said at all. He only believed that it was I who had copied Mabel's work. But I didn't blame him. After all, although my design skill was somewhat good in the company, it wasn't at the same level as Mabel's. Mabel had won
Mrs. Emerson and Mabel left. Dion looked at me and confirmed with me repeatedly, "Is this work indeed yours?" I said briefly, "It's true." ...... Dion had no choice but to nod, "Okay, you can put your work aside recently and think about how to prove that this design is yours. If you need my help, come to me." I agreed. After I returned to the office, my colleagues all stared at me with a gloating look in their eyes. Especially Raina, when she saw me come in, she immediately leaned over with a smile on her face, "Hey, Charlotte Archer, why are you so confused? You could have done anything else. How come you plagiarized someone else's work? Once this matter becomes serious, you probably will be fired. At that time, no matter how powerful your backer is, he can't cover you." I ignored her. I just sat down and packed up my things, considering how to compress my work hours recently and concentrate on gathering evidence to prove that the
After the wedding, our honeymoon plan was postponed because Rosalie was too young and Patrick's legs had not yet fully recovered. I had been resting at home all along. Sometimes I would talk to Nancy about my work. It was March with spring blossoms when Rosalie was 100 days old. Early in the morning, Patrick went out as usual, and I saw him off at the door. He held my face, kissed my forehead gently, and said softly, "Pack your daily necessities this morning. We'll go to our new home this afternoon." "New home? Where is it? Why didn't you mention it before?" I was stunned. I hadn't heard anything about the new home from Patrick so far. He looked mysterious and tidied up the messy hair on my face. "You will know when we arrive in the afternoon." After that, without waiting for me to ask more questions, he glanced at his watch and hurried out. "A new home?" I thought about it carefully. After getting married to Patrick, I
Patrick and I held a wedding when Rosalie was 100 days old. Although he wanted to hold a grand banquet, I refused to do so. Mostly, I was too old to care about the formalities anymore. But I understood that it was Patrick's heart for me, and I did not refuse to hold the wedding. We just needed to call some good friends and have a Simple banquet. Patrick couldn't convince me, so he naturally agreed. In the blink of an eye, it was the wedding day. Shirley sent me the wedding dress. Because it was a mini wedding, only seven or eight tables were available. Most of the guests came from my studio and Towering High Company. Everyone was familiar with each other. In order to solve the marriage problem of the older single women in my studio, Nancy and I also made a special effort on the seating row. We specifically put single men and women of marriageable age at one table, expecting them to develop their relationship. Early
Listening to Shirley's words, I truly felt lucky for Shelton. Fortunately, he returned. Fortunately, he returned to Shirley's side. Back to the person who loved him. Michael Blake was hired as defense counsel in Shelton's case. I went to find Patrick and asked him about the case. He told me Shelton had locked Emily up for a while, but he soon let her go. But after that, Emily asked Shelton for money. Shelton gave her some. After Emily spent all the money, she was desperate and went to the police. She wanted to use this method to force Shelton to give her money. When I heard Patrick's words, I thought that Emily was too naïve. If this were true, then someone might help her. But it was she who exposed the video in the first place, and everyone knew that. She had made the choice. Now everything she said just made it worse. Emily had no money, so she could only find the assigned lawyer to file the lawsuit. In the first
She looked terrible, even her makeup was crying off. Only one night had passed, but she seemed to have aged a few years. She looked at us and asked, "How is father doing?" "The operation was successful." Patrick answered, but his expression looked bad. Dulcie heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Good." Then she turned around and was about to leave. Patrick said, "Aunt Dulcie, you don't have to blame yourself. It's just that Roger used you." "I blame myself for being stupid." Dulcie stood there, with her back to us and her head lowered. "I know it quite well in my heart. How could such a handsome, good and young man like him fall in love with me? But I still hold a trace of luck in my heart, thinking about what if it's true?" She didn't go on but left with her head down. I was a little worried. "Will your aunt be fine?" "Don't worry. She is a strong woman." After Patrick said that, he patted me on the shoulder. "You should go to
Patrick's words were like a sharp sword that pierced into Roger's heart. Roger stood there. Although he looked calm, he lost all his momentum. At this moment, the ambulance arrived. Although Dulcie was angry and hard to accept it, she could tell what was more important. She opened the door and let the doctor in. The doctor examined Ned first, and then quickly carried him into the ambulance. Because of the small space in the ambulance, only two people were allowed to accompany Ned. Sheridan and Melissa got in. Once they left, it was just me, Patrick, Dulcie, and Roger left in the room. "I'll ask the driver to drive the car over." Patrick took out his phone and called the driver. Then I supported him to go out. Dulcie and Roger stood there without saying a word. Patrick did not talk to them either. He went out with me and got in the car. We decided to order the servants to take care of Glenn first. We cal
Hearing his words, Sheridan looked gloomy on the side. Patrick held me in his arms, "You seem to care about the affairs of the Cowell Family so much. Each time we have some disputes, you will help us enthusiastically. Now you are making a move on my aunt, aren't you?" "No." After finishing his words, Roger imitated Patrick and held Dulcie in his arms, saying, "Dulcie and I love each other sincerely." ...... I looked gloomy. It wasn't that I didn't believe in December Romance. However, the age gap between them was so large. As Patrick's aunt, Dulcie was quite good-looking. It was just that she, who was old, had encountered too many unpleasant things in the past few years, making her meaner and harsher. As for Roger by her side... From all aspects, every woman lusted for him. He, who wasn't poor, surely could get whatever woman he wanted with ease. Indeed, in every way, there was no way that he would take a fancy to Dulcie. No w
"All right." I nodded. I would marry Patrick soon. Because of the things taking place in the past, the Cowell Family didn't have a good impression of me. If I arrived there late because of getting changed this time, it wouldn't be worth it. Holding Patrick's hand, I went downstairs with him. Coming out early, we didn't see many cars on the road. When we arrived at the Cowell Family's mansion, it was exactly 6:30 p.m. By the time we went in, it had been quite lively inside the house. Sheridan, Melissa, and Ned were all surrounding Glenn. Glenn, a six-year-old child, was smart and flexible. Whatever others asked him, he would respond like an adult. Upon seeing us, the three of us looked at me. Ned straightened up first and said with a smile on his face, "You're here." "Yes. Hello, Grandpa Cowell." After greeting Ned, I said to Sheridan and Melissa, "Hello, Mr. Sheridan. Hello, Mrs. Melissa." Now, the relationsh
"I'll be gentler." Leaning and frowning, he seemed to be in great pain, "I'm in pain." ...... "I am telling you the truth..." Cupping my face with his hands, he looked as if he were waiting for me to show my mercy. Frowning, i didn't know what to do for a while. What's more, unlike Patrick's office where there was a lounge, my office was a small one with a sofa only. Moreover, the setup was later divided. It wasn't quite soundproof. Once, Nancy made a phone call to argue with a construction company in her office. I heard all that she had said clearly in my office... Thinking of this, I shook my head heavily. Seeing his distressed look, I tentatively asked, "Shall we go upstairs?" Upon finishing my words, I felt that my suggestion wasn't quite plausible. At this time, Patrick was on the verge of ejecting. His private part was bulging. On the way out, we would pass by the open office... Everyone would be watching us.
"Why did you... come here?" Standing up in a hurry, I helped Patrick into the office. While walking in, he closed the door handily. Looking up at the closed door, I knew that he should be here for what had happened just now. Even if he wouldn't take the initiative to come here, I would ask him about it. I helped Patrick seated on the sofa. Sitting up, he looked at me and said, "What do you want to know? Go ahead." Sure enough, he knew me. Sitting opposite him and looking at him, I thought for a moment before asking, "What happened? What did Kelsi do?" "Ever since she left last time, per my order, Louis had been keeping an eye on everything about her, including the ones she contacted. As expected, she dealt with the ones who smuggled guns and bribed a murderer, asking him to kill someone." Patrick didn't state who Kelsi had wanted to kill explicitly. Even so, I knew that it was me. I looked at Patrick, asking, "What did you do?