I clicked open the email and took a general look at its content. There were a total of six contestants in the final. However, at present, as for who the six contestants were, it wasn't revealed. According to the content of the email, in three days, all the contestants should gather at the airport. The relative person in charge of the company should be responsible for organizing us and setting off together. It didn't even indicate where we were going. But I couldn't care too much about it. Since I had decided to take part in the final, even if I had to somewhere dangerous, I had to go there. As I was reading the email, Lisa came over and hugged me from behind, "I know you are sad. He who died can't come back to his life. The reason why he came here this time is that he was worried about you. So you have to take good care of yourself." I lowered my head, grabbed her arm, and said to her, "Before he left, I told him that I wouldn't fall in love with him. Am I
"Did you ask her to come here?" Tracy glanced at Jeremy. And her face was full of dissatisfaction. "I didn't." Jeremy shook his head. He looked at me and asked in confusion, "Charlotte Archer, what are you doing here?" "Me?" I looked at them with an alienated look in my eyes and said, "The reason why I am here is the same as yours!" It seemed that they all wanted to hide this matter from me. "You..." Jeremy looked at me with a face full of displeasure. It seemed that he wanted to drive me away. At this time, a doctor came over with a folder. When he saw us, he said, "Is everyone here? If yes, I'll say it." Jeremy and Tracy looked at me. Although there was dissatisfaction in their eyes, it wasn't good for them to lose their temper in front of the doctor. The doctor opened the folder in his hand and simply read Rosy's time of being admitted into the hospital, the time of her coma, and some other data. In the end, he
When I sent a message to Tracy, I saw Seth's profile picture of his Facebook account again. He used a photo of his as the profile picture. I had never seen the profile photo of his Facebook account carefully before. I clicked open the picture, enlargzing it. Only then did I realize that it was a photo of his when he was in college. Wearing a clean white t-shirt and jeans, he stood at the gate of the college. I found his outfit somewhat familiar when I looked at the picture. Looking at the photo carefully, I remembered that I seemed to have taken such a photo for him. We didn't know each other back then. He stopped me at the school and said, "Hi, can you help me take a photo?" At that time, Seth was already an influential figure in our department, who could be said to be a charming prince. I recognized him at a glance and agreed without hesitation. After that day, we exchanged our Facebook accounts with each other.
Before I could turn my head, I had already guessed what was going on behind me. Then I turned my head. And I saw a group of people surrounding Patrick. Behind him, there were seven or eight bodyguards in black. In addition, there was a young man in a gray suit with slightly curly hair, who was carrying a suitcase. He was new. Thinking that Patrick was here to see us off, I stood there and didn't move. Last time, Patrick revealed the relationship between him and me in public, which a few managers knew. After they said a few words to Patrick, one of them said, "Mr. Cowell, did you have something else to tell Miss Archer? Then we will go over there to go through the security check first." As soon as he said that, others followed him and left. In an instant, only Patrick, me, and a few people were left there. When I turned around, intending to leave, I heard Patrick say behind me, "It's no use for you hide from me. I'm going there
I knew that Mabel wasn't apologizing to me or Seth sincerely. Instead, she was afraid of offending Patrick. I, who didn't want to stay here any longer, let go of her and left. The entire resort was closed during the final. The judges didn't arrive yet. Apart from the staff, only seven of us, Patrick, and Jeremy were guests here. If Patrick went to block me at the entrance of my room, I surely would have nowhere to run. In case something would go wrong, I didn't go back to my room. Instead, I wandered around. I had to admit that this resort was well-facilitated. There was a swimming pool, a small-sized golf course, and a circus arena. However, since there was no audience, the circus arena was closed. I looked around and glanced at my watch. Seeing that it was past 10 p,m. , I thought that Patrick probably wouldn't come to me... As I was walking back, it suddenly rained. And the sky was filled with stars a few minutes ago.
"Ahem! Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!" I coughed hard and barely opened my heavy eyelids. In a daze, I saw a familiar face in front of me... "Hmm..." "It seems to be Patrick, right?" I pushed the man. And I heard him say in my ear, "Are you awake? I'll help you get up and drink some water." I shook my head. He added, "The doctor said that you had a high fever. So you need to drink more hot water. Come on. I'll feed you." His words made me even more worried. I lay there with my eyes closed, "You don't have to do that. I'll infect you." No one else fed others water in such a way as he did. "You can infect me as long as you're cured." I closed my eyes. But I could feel that there seemed to be a smile on his face when he spoke. In fact, Patrick didn't know how to take care of someone well at all. During the period when I woke up, sometimes, I was awake. And sometimes, I was in a daze. But I could always feel that he was walki
When I called out this name, I could feel that the man, who was holding me in his arms, clearly became stiff. I didn't care about it. I only felt a little cold. And I subconsciously slid into his arms. By the time I woke up again, the sky outside had been bright. I sat up and rubbed my head. It seemed that I was less dizzy. And the fever had subsided. I looked around. And I saw that my room was empty. I got up and walked to the bathroom. The door of the bathroom was half-closed. I pushed it open. Although the lights inside were turned off, I could see that no one was inside. I turned around, intending to go to the swimming pool in the yard. As soon as I took a step, I realized that I was looking for someone. I was looking for Patrick. I didn't realize it. When I saw that he wasn't there, I was disappointed in my heart. "No, I can't do that." I shook my head desperately, trying to get Patrick's things out of my mind
"Is there such a thing?" Nancy was stunned. Obviously, she had never thought of such a thing. "Yes," I replied with a bitter smile on my face. I just admitted it without elaborating on it. After all, all that had happened became scars for me. Now the scars formed scabs to some extent. I didn't want to elaborate on them again. Nancy didn't ask me anything further. When we were sitting together silently, sounds of footsteps came from the distance. I looked in the direction of the sounds and saw Mabel walking towards us in a long slip dress. Seeing us, she sneered, "Oh, I do envy you for being so idle. I'm different. For my work this time, I have to refer to many things as well as design many things for it. The drafting makes me as busy as a bee." Mabel stood at the intersection and looked at me as if she were waiting for us to speak. However, Nancy and I had a tacit understanding. And neither of us answered. Mabel ho
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?