There was no sim card on my cell phone. Consequently, without connecting to Wi-Fi, I couldn't browse any news online. The reason why I did so was that I was afraid that Patrick would find me. After I input the keywords, a lot of pieces of breaking news along with their relative comments popped up on the Facebook newsfeed. I roughly read the news. Shelton called the police that day. After the police arrived and confirmed the location of the accident, divers were asked to go beneath the sea to find the black box on the sunken yacht. After three days of searching, the divers didn't find the black box. On the whole yacht, they only found a female corpse and a suitcase. The photo of the suitcase was attached in the news. Taking a look at it, I was sure that it was my suitcase. According to the news, based on the items inside the suitcase and the people who had left the island, the police preliminarily identified the identity of the deceased.
Coming to the front, Shelton and I were frightened by the tragic scene in front of us. A large truck that seemed to have gone out of control bumped into many cars, a lot of which were deformed because of the collision. The doctors and the police were all rescuing the injured on the side. Among the cars parked there, there was a red car. And a broken car frame directly stabbed a woman sitting in the passenger's seat in her ribs. Blood was all over her body. Several policemen were next to her. And none of them dared to move. One of them shouted, "Doctor! Doctor! Is there any other doctor? Save this one!" "I'll do it!" Shelton rushed over without hesitation! Standing on the side, I saw that Shelton supported the woman's body and commanded a few policemen and a nurse to get the rescue done. His body was stained with the woman's blood quickly. However, he wasn't affected in the slightest. After the broken car frame was sawed
As we were about to leave, the dean and vice dean of this hospital both came to see Shelton off in person. Besides expressing their gratitude to Shelton, they were quite respectful to him. It wasn't until we got in the car that I said, "It turns out that you are a medical expert. I didn't know about it before." "No, I've rarely done an operation for the past two years. The reason why the operation today can be successful is some luck," Shelton said lightly. I knew that there was no luck in it. I believed that Shelton, who was so excellent at such a young age, surely was quite hard-working. The outstanding ones were all working hard. By the time we arrived at City Y, it had been 10 p.m. Shelton took me to a hotel and booked two rooms. The two rooms were next to each other. He sent me to the door of my room, saw me enter the room, and left. After I entered the room, the first thing I did was to charge Seth's cell phone.
As I was shocked, I heard Shelton say, "Don't make any sound." Dragging me, he hid at the door of the stairwell with me. I heard sounds of hurried footsteps coming from outside! Someone seemed to stop next to the elevator. "Charlotte!" "Charlotte Archer!" I heard Patrick calling my name from outside. At that moment, unexpectedly, I felt that my heart seemed to have been cut by a knife. As I breathed, I was even in pain. "Charlotte, where are you? Come out! I saw you!" "Charlotte Archer!" Without many people coming and going at night in this quiet corridor, I actually detected a sob in his voice. "Is he crying?" "Is he crying because of me?" I was in so much pain in my heart. If Shelton hadn't restrained me in his arms from behind, I probably would have rushed out early! Shelton's gentle voice rang in my ears, "Calm down." "Tap, tap, tap." Sounds of someone stepping on the floor
"How much longer do I plan to keep avoiding the past?" I stared at Ryan. Hearing his question, I questioned myself as well. "Yes. Can I keep avoiding the past for the rest of my life?" Seeing that I didn't speak, Ryan continued, "Admittedly, City Y is a city with the most profound cultural implication and the best potential among all the cities across the country. No matter how successful your career in other cities is, it is just a petty success that won't serve the world. Only by pursuing your career in City Y will more people know you." He paused, saying, "Of course, if you want to stay in my studio in Town S for the rest of my life, I won't force you either." Although he said so verbally, the look on his face indicated that he couldn't be more disappointed in me. I knew that Ryan, who was my mentor, hoped that I could be better. Back then, the reason why I had given up everything to learn from him was that I wanted to be a better me.
"Mr. Cowell." As I heard so, my brain was in a buzz! The next second, I saw Patrick walking into the private box slowly from outside. He was dressed in a set of stiff suits of a matte gray color. And his hair seemed shorter than it had been a few years ago. His facial features remained the same. However, his skin seemed to be slightly darker. Originally, I thought that I was strong enough. As soon as I saw him, I felt that my heart seemed to have been torn apart by an invisible hand. Something was going to spew out of my heart! Calvin stood up first and introduced me to Patrick specifically, "Hello, Mr. Cowell. Let me introduce her to you. This is the master designer of the private club, Janetta Nolan." It was clear that before the dinner, Patrick had met others except me. I quickly stood up and said to Patrick, "Hello, Mr. Cowell." Patrick stared at me with his cold eyes for a second before he quickly looked away.
Patrick had practiced martial arts before. After the boy kicked him, he didn't move. Instead, he kept staring at me. I didn't know what had happened at all. I continued to say to Patrick, "Be careful!" Patrick focused his attention on the boy. And the boy was punching him. He caught the boy's fist. With a backhand grasp, he directly restrained the boy with ease! "Ah! Let go of me!" The boy was no match for him. "Apologize to her." Staring at the boy with a determined look in his eyes, Patrick showed no sign of compromise. The boy didn't think that he had done anything wrong at all. Instead, he shouted, "Do you know who I am? Let me tell you, the hotel in front of you is operated by my father!" "Oh, I see." Patrick looked up at the hotel in front of him. The boy's girlfriend was anxious. She came up and intended to catch Patrick. I quickly stepped forward and pushed her away. Patrick took out his cell ph
I was no longer a young girl. I had let go of Patrick in my heart. Even so, when I looked at him, I couldn't help but be confused. Patrick's car was quite high-end. Its sound insulation effect was good. Sitting in the quiet car, I seemed to hear the sounds of my heartbeat! He just looked at me. Sensing his staring, I became more and more flustered. And my face turned redder and redder. As I thought he was going to kiss me... "Crack!" There was a loud sound. It was the sound of buckling the seat belt. He sat back and asked me with a smile in his black eyes, "What? Are you a little disappointed? Do you think I will kiss you?" "Director Ji, please don't joke with me." I faced outside the car to hide the fact that my heart was about to jump out. Five years had passed. Even so, I could be easily teased by him. I felt that I was so worthless. The car was speeding all the way. My mind was in a mess. And I didn't not
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?