I hesitated for a moment and picked up the call. I spoke first, "Hello." It was quiet on the over the phone. And no one spoke. There wasn't even any sound in the slightest. I said again, "Hello?" No one spoke there. Thinking that it should be a wrong call, I hung up the phone immediately. That night, I sat on the sofa as usual, waiting for Patrick. By the time I woke up on the sofa, I saw that the sun had completely risen outside the window and that the long-case clock was striking at 9 a.m. Then I felt a burst of loss. Patrick's slippers were placed at the door, which was the same as they had been yesterday. It showed that Patrick had never come back. There wasn't even a single missed call on my cell phone. "Where has he been? If he hadn't come back before, he would at least have texted me. He has never been like this." I called Patrick. No one answered my call. I was in a mess in my heart. I w
Hearing Patrick's words, Lisa and I were both stunned for a moment. Obviously, Patrick had found out that Lisa was lying. He texted someone when he went out just now, which I didn't pay much attention to at that time. Now I thought he should be texting Roger. After we arrived where I was going to pick Lisa up, he only said a few words in front of the car. "How did he find the truth out?" Lisa's face didn't look good. However, it seemed that she didn't want to admit it. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked directly into Patrick's eyes, "What are you talking about? Am I acting? It's true that I've been harassed. Also, I called Charlotte and asked her to come here. What are you trying to say?" "Oh, that's good." Patrick's expression was indifferent. He added, "I booked this room for a month. You can live there. After you've confirmed that no one is disturbing you, you can go back to your house." It seemed that what Lisa would say
The happy time between Patrick and me was always like a shooting meteor, which was fleeting. So were the paintings I had painted for him. On each painting, Patrick looked so handsome. "Could it be that I wouldn't have any more chances to paint him in the future?" I felt extremely complicated in my heart. When I was packing up her things, Lisa came back from her work. When she saw that there were a lot more things at her home, she frowned and asked, "Is Patrick indeed going to break off his connections with you?" "It should be so." Thinking of the fact that he refused my proposal of getting married, I thought that he probably had been thinking about how to end his relationship with me for a long time. Seeing that I wasn't in a good mood, Lisa didn't go on talking. She directly put her arms around my neck and said, "Oh, forget it. See? You helped me to clean up my house so well. Even though he doesn't love you, I love you. Tell me what you
"Is that so?" Simon looked at me with teasing in his eyes. "Or else?" I looked up at Roger and pulled down the mask on my face with no hesitation. Then I asked him, "Would you like to have a woman like me as yours?" Originally, I thought that Simon would refuse immediately. However, he thought for a moment and said, "Normally, I won't accept a woman like you. After all, I can't lift my cock up when I look at you. But if you are useful, I don't mind accepting you." I found Roger's words ridiculous. And I said, "Could it be that you think that you can threaten Patrick with me if you accept me?" "Can't I?" "If you had been a few months earlier, I might have been a little useful to you. But now, you won't have any chances." I looked at Roger and smiled self-mockingly. Then I pulled up my mask. As I was about to turn around and leave, the door of the box behind Simon opened. Patrick walked out from behind. Patrick looked at m
"Be responsible for me? How? Are you going to give me five million dollars or ten million dollars?!" Lisa said as she pulled open the quilt abruptly and pointed at a pool of glaring red blood on the bed and said, "My virginity has been ruined by you! How can you be responsible for my virginity?" As for the small piece of red represent... Everyone knew it regardless of the gender. Looking at the blood on the bed, Roger hesitated for a moment and said, "I'll marry you." "Bah! Who cares about your promise to marry me?" Lisa sneered. "For someone like you, even if you get married, you will have many mistresses outside! If I marry you, I surely will be cuckolded, right?" "I'll try my best to restrain myself," said Roger with a slight frown. "Control yourself? For three days or five days?" Lisa said as she picked up her bag and rolled her eyes at Roger, "I'm telling you, let bygones be bygones. Don't let me see you again. Or I'll beat you to death!"
I turned off my cell phone, pretending that I hadn't seen the message before. By the time I arrived at the downstairs of Lisa's house, I bought some fruits before I went upstairs, fearing that Lisa would ask me about this. As soon as I arrived in the corridor, I saw a man standing at the staircases and killing time with his cell phone. "Roger Lance?" I eyed him and found that it was indeed Roger Lance. When he saw me, his eyes lit up, saying, "Oh, my dear sister-in-law, did you go out? That's great. How about you take me in?" "Don't call me sister-in-law. I have nothing to do with him anymore. If you want to call someone sister-in-law, go to Kelsi Clark." After I said this, I said, "Regarding taking you into Lisa's house, it isn't my call. After all, this isn't my home." "How can you ask me to do that? My brother and Kelsi are indeed childhood sweethearts." Although Roger was older than me, he didn't feel embarrassed at all when he called me si
When Kelsi asked me so, she looked at me with a sense of sadness. I was stunned for a moment, asking, "Do I hate you?" "Yes." Kelsi's face was full of apologies as she said, "I know what happened between you and Patrick. You two used to be together. Then you separated. Besides, my family arranged for me to marry him." "What...What does it have anything to do with you?" I lowered my head and took a sip of the coffee in front of me. After thinking about it for a moment, I asked her, "How did Patrick tell you about the relationship between him and me?" "The relationship between you guys?" "Yes." I nodded and looked at Kelsi seriously. She nodded slightly, "He said it was his grandfather who had asked him to be with you and your sister." When she said this, she seemed to notice my upset expression and immediately explained, "But you are different from your sister. You are a good and kind person. So he has always been reluctant to hurt you..."
After I finished my words, Patrick was silent over the phone. After a long time... I finally heard his hoarse voice. And he said, "Okay. Come to my office at 10 a.m.tomorrow." "Your office?" After all, his office was a place for getting business done. It turned out that in Patrick's eyes, it was an official business for him to meet me. I could hardly accept such a reality. Even so, what could I do? I agreed, "Okay, I'll be there on time tomorrow." The next morning, Lisa went to her company for training. I got up to put on makeup. I probably spent the longest time doing makeup ever this time. I covered the scars on my face tightly and tried not to look myself so embarrassed by applying powder on my face. After all, I would meet Patrick for the last time. I picked a long and beige sweater from the clothes in the wardrobe and wore a pair of boots with a beige coat outside. Standing in front of the mirror, I looked quite you