"Why?" I was a little confused. Shelton looked at me and smiled more brightly, "Because I think I know more about what pregnant women should pay attention to, especially the diet. I think I know more than you do." As I heard his words, I couldn't help but feel that my face was a little hot. Indeed, I had been pregnant several times. But I knew little about what a pregnant woman should pay attention to. We walked around the beach. It wasn't until the sky was getting dark that we arrived at the place where the barbecue party would be held. If it weren't for Amy, I probably wouldn't have come here today. However, because of this beautiful face, I was full of confidence. By the time Shelton and I appeared at the barbecue venue, a lot of people had been sitting on the scattered chairs. There were waiters who barbecued on the side. We just needed to get the food and drink with a plate. It was Shelton who got the food for me the firs
Standing at the door of the room, I hesitated for a moment. And I said, "Why don't you take off your T-shirt and give it to me? I'll wash it for you." "No need. I can wash it by myself." "Let me do it." I said, feeling apologetic, "I'm the one who stained your T-shirt. If you don't allow me to wash it, I'll feel bad." Seeing that he couldn't convince me verbally, Shelton had to agree, saying, "Well, hold on. I will go back to my room and get changed." "Okay." I nodded. Shelton quickly came out with another T-shirt on his body and handed the dirty one to me. He said somewhat apologetically, "Sorry to trouble you. It is not easy to get the stain of yellow mango juice washed off. If you can't, you don't have to force yourself. I have brought a few other T-shirts here with me." "Okay, let me have a try." It wasn't until I took the T-shirt home I realized that what Shelton had said was right. No matter how hard I tried, there were always
Patrick clenched his fists tightly and stood where he was for a few seconds before he said, "Did I disturb you guys?" "No," Shelton didn't explain much to Patrick. He picked up the T-shirt next to him and turned his face to ask me, "Are you done?" I was still in a daze. Hearing his question, I nodded quickly, "Yes." Only then did Shelton put on his T-shirt. While tidying up his clothes, he walked towards Patrick and asked, "Patrick, what's wrong?" Hardly had Shelton walked to the front of Patrick when Patrick directly swung his fist and hit him fiercely! Patrick directly knocked off Shelton's glasses. "Hiss..." Shelton staggered back a few steps before he stood stably. "What are you doing?" I didn't expect Patrick to hit Shelton. So I ran over to Shelton quickly. Patrick didn't pay attention to me at all. He grabbed the collar of Shelton's T-shirt with one hand, "Tell me, what on earth is your intention? You have a feud with o
I, who was stunned, looked at Patrick. I felt as if my heart was being pinched by an invisible hand. My heart was being pinched so tightly that it seemed to have stopped beating. But it didn't take long for me to realize that I surely had been tricked by him. I smiled and said, "Mr. Cowell, it is not the time for acting today. You didn't have to act so vividly." "I didn't act." Patrick looked at me and said seriously, "I love you. I can't marry you. But I can give you anything else.". "Hahahaha!" I couldn't help but laugh out loud! Although the wax on my skin limited the size of my face, I tried so hard to smile. As I laughed, tears welled up in my eyes. It probably was due to my exaggerated expression that Patrick and Shelton let go of each other in unison. "Bang!" With one hand holding the wax on the left side of my face, I slapped Patrick on his face once again. "Mr. Cowell, you who are rich are so forgetful. You have
"No need. I'll leave on my own. I promise Patrick that I'll leave on my own." Yes. I had said so to Patrick just now. My primary purpose was to reassure him. Hearing my words, Shelton was quite reluctant. I persuade him for a more while. And he was finally convinced by me. As the old saying goes, everyone will belong somewhere in the end. On this island where it rarely rained, unexpectedly, it rained heavily that night. Patrick stood in a small room at the dock with me. The rain kept falling from the sky. A sailor ran in from the outside, "Mr. Cowell, I think it will rain for hours. It may be dangerous if we sail out by force..." "Then don't leave." Patrick looked at me. The sky was too dark. I couldn't see the expression on Patrick's face. He stretched out his hand and wanted to put his palm behind me. I took a step forward, took out my cell phone, and said to Patrick, "Mr. Cowell, the midnight has passed. In a sense, y
As the grand wedding music went on, Kelsi took Patrick's arm and walked step by step to the end of the red carpet against the blue sky. Her white wedding dress and Patrick's black dress mixed with the light golden beach and the red carpet. The scene looked so beautiful. I remembered the wedding of Patrick and me. Although it was done based on the ceremony, it was just a substitute wedding anyway. However, compared with their wedding at this moment... My wedding back then was just a joke. I stood at the hindmost and watched the two of them walk to the front of the priest. The priest asked, "Bridegroom, Patrick Cowell, are you willing to accept Kelsi Clark as your wife?" "I'd like to." Patrick answered with no hesitation. Then, the priest asked, "You should be gentle to your wife. And respect and care for her and her parents. You should ensure that your body and mind will belong to her only. Can you promise her these in front of every
Even so, I took my luggage into the cabin. There were fruits and drinks on the table in the cabin. On the side, a lot of ice was placed in a bucket. On such a day, the ice almost didn't melt. At first glance, someone had just placed them there before I boarded the ship. "Is anyone here?" I shouted and looked around. No one answered me. The uneasiness in my heart grew stronger. "I should jump into the sea!" As soon as this thought popped up in my mind, I quickly dropped my luggage and ran out. As soon as I reached the door of the cabin, a tall figure came from outside and blocked the cabin. "Simon Newman?" I felt a chill run down my spine at the sight of this man. "Why is he here?" "Hello, Miss Archer." Simon sized my face up and down as he said, "Miss Archer, your adjusted face today seems to be prettier than before, which reminds me of someone." "What are you going to do?" I wasn't in any mood to chat
As soon as Caroline heard his words, she immediately shut up. Roger played with the knife in his hands as he said, "Well? Are you reluctant?" Caroline hesitated for a moment and spoke first, "I want some water." Roger looked at me and said, "Go get some water for your sister." "Me?" "Why is it me?" I was confused. However, I was in Roger's territory now. Before I could figure out what his plan was, I had to do as he said. Picking up a bottle of water on the table, I got a straw and walked to the front of Caroline. Then I put it into her mouth. Caroline looked at me gratefully. And her eyes brimmed with some tears. She drank up a bottle of water in one gulp and said to me in a low voice, "Thank you." I was stunned. Caroline had never said so to me. She looked at me and whispered to me, "Charlotte, please, save me." "Alright. Start talking now." Roger, who was a little impatient, patted the sofa next to h
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?