My heart missed a beat. I hurriedly protected my mask and shook my head desperately, "No, I can't. It seems that AIDS can be transmitted via saliva too!" Patrick didn't mind at all. He put one hand beside my ear and said, "Don't be afraid. If that kind of thing happens, let's take the anti-exposure drugs together." He put his hand around my waist. And his hot breath blew on my face. I could even feel his hot breathing through the mask. Patrick bent over to kiss my neck and pressed his forehead against my mask... "Hiss..." "It hurts!" I took a deep breath. Patrick was so scared that he got up immediately, "What's wrong?" "My face is in pain." I held my face with my hands with an aggrieved look on my face. I was telling the truth. Patrick seemed to have realized something and looked at me with a serious look on his face, "What on earth is going on?" ...... I was silent. I indeed didn't have the courage
After Patrick hung up the phone, I controlled my emotions and asked him, "What's wrong?" Patrick looked at me and frowned. After a moment of silence, he shook his head, "Nothing." "No, something is wrong." Patrick surely was a poker-faced person when he was at work. But at this time, he couldn't even control his emotions. In that case, it meant that this matter was a serious one. I reached out my hand, put my hands around Patrick's waist, and pressed my face against his lower abdomen, "Tell me the truth. I'm not afraid." Patrick was silent for a while. And he told me, "The police said that they found the bodies of those foreign men by the river in the suburbs." "Are they dead too?" I almost couldn't believe it. Tears had soaked the gauze on my face. But I couldn't help crying. "Don't be afraid. Even if we don't have a child, we can have another one. As long as you're alive, everything will be fine." Patrick patted my back.
Patrick quickly stepped forward and grabbed my arm! Although there was tenderness in his eyes, he had great strength in his hands, "Babe, don't be afraid. Things will be over soon!" "No, let me go!" I shouted out loud! I was so excited that I moved ferociously. And it affected the wounds on my face which hadn't been healed yet. The left side of my face was in great pain. But I could sense Patrick's determination. He indeed intended to imprison me and let me take the medicine. I didn't want to take the drugs. "Good girl, take the medicine, okay?" Patrick stepped forward and hugged me. "No, I won't take medicine. My child will die after I take them!" I struggled desperately and hit Patrick's body, trying to make him let go of me. After all, I, a woman, could not defeat Patrick with my strength. He pressed me to the bed, took three bottles of medicine with one hand, and took out a pill from each of them, "Good girl, eat them. You
"Well..." It seemed that the nurse didn't expect that I would ask this question. So she quickly said, "I don't have a mirror with me. And you are at the early stage of treatment now. After a while, you will do the skin flap transplanting. And then you'll be cured." The more she said so, the more I realized that my face was sort of quite "scary" now. Before she could put the ointment on my face, I touched my face gently with my hands. Sensing that my flesh was stripped off my skin, I thought of the zombies in the movies... That was probably what I looked like now. When the nurse wrapped my face up again, she reinforced a layer of elastic cover on my face. In this way, my face was completely covered, revealing only my nose, eyes, and mouth. When I went out, Patrick's expression didn't change at all when he saw me. It seemed that he didn't dislike me at all because of the fact that I had an ochre cover on my face. He took me out. I looked at him h
Seeing how Patrick looked at me now, I vividly realized that he indeed had killed my child! I walked up to him, raised my hand, and slapped him in the face with my greatest strength! "Bang!" I felt my hand going numb. He was still looking at me. But he tilted his face a little. After I finished slapping Patrick, he wasn't angry at all. Instead, he took my hand and said, "Does it hurt? If you calm down, take the medicine." Looking at his nonchalant look, I felt cold in my heart. I pulled out my hand and hid it behind my back. Then I looked at him, "Patrick Cowell, you, you don't want me to give birth to your child, do you?" "How come you think so?" Patrick looked up at me, "I indeed want our child." "Then why don't you believe the one in the video is not me?" I yelled and asked him... "Why don't you believe me? Why did you insist on taking my child away?" Up to now, I couldn't believe what had happened. I, who was still i
Edwin didn't overthink it and gave his cell phone to me. Then he went out by himself. In fact, Patrick was waiting for me outside. I picked up the cell phone, planning to do a life-or-death struggle! I picked up the cell phone and thought it repeatedly. Finally, I thought of a suitable person. It was Shelton Cowell. The nurse was treating my wound again. Although it hurt very much, I had been focusing on how to get out of Patrick's control! With my memory, I roughly remembered Shelton's number. I dared not to call him. So I could only text him. I texted him first, "Mr. Shelton!" Soon, I received a reply, "Charlotte Archer, what's the matter?" He directly called my name, giving me a subtle feeling. I couldn't care about anything else. I continued to text, "I was kidnapped by Patrick. I want to leave him. Can you help me?" After I sent this text, Shelton didn't respond for a long time. I clutched at the cell phone. And my
"Pa..." "Why?" As I was about to speak, Patrick walked over and grabbed hold of my shoulders with both hands! He pushed me to the wall in a few moves. And his face was full of irrepressible anger. He asked, "Why did you spit the pills?" "I...I'm not sick. The woman in the video is indeed not me!" I nervously explained to Patrick. "Not you? Tell me, how can you prove that the woman in the video isn't you?" Patrick, who had an angry expression on his face, was in despair now. He asked me, "You know that men all have possessiveness. But I have been trying my best to convince myself that I shouldn't even care about that thing. You only have to take anti-exposure drugs. Why is it so difficult for you?" Patrick, who spoke in a low tone at the beginning, roared in anger in the end! He grabbed my shoulders so hard. I stared at him dully and opened my mouth. For a moment, I didn't know what to say. Yes, men all had possessive desires.
"What?" I was stunned. "Is he going to take me there with him?" I pretended that I didn't know anything and asked him in a feigned daze, "Where are we going at such a late hour?" Patrick lowered his eyes slightly and said word by word, "I have to go to my grandfather's birthday banquet. But I won't be at ease by leaving you at home alone. So I have to take you there with me." "Are you crazy?" I looked at him and said, "How can I go there like this? If it were Halloween today, I could go out to scare others." I laughed at myself. No way that I could go out to see others with my current look. Patrick pulled me out of the room and said coldly, "Wait for me in the car. I'll have two bodyguards watch you. I'll go in and give my grandfather my gift. Then I'll come out." ...... Patrick was indeed cautious. Unexpectedly, he planned to take me with him to Ned's birthday banquet. I knew that I couldn't refuse him. Even if I refus
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?