"No." Lying there, I felt that the feeling I was familiar with was all over my body. I knew that if I made a little compromise... What would happen next would be beyond my imagination "Give me some time. I'll divorce Kelsi. We will be together in the future. Never should we get separated." Patrick held me in his arms with powerful strength. His tone and what he had said couldn't be more familiar to me. It was a pity I was no longer as dumb as I had been five years ago. "Mr. Cowell, I'm Janetta Nolan." I said word by word. I warned myself in my heart repeatedly that I couldn't make a compromise and that never should I! I surely couldn't compromise. I used to be in between Caroline and Patrick in such a ridiculous way. Now, I didn't want to be ridiculous again. Patrick didn't understand the meaning of my words. He held me in his arms and said to me, "It doesn't matter who you are. I know you are Charlotte Archer, whi
As soon as I clicked opened an online shopping application, Patrick covered my hand with his slender fingers, "I have to get a mug now." Looking up at him, I didn't get his point. He paused for a while and continued, "Accompany me to buy one outside." "Mr. Cowell, I have work to do." I decisively refused with no deliberation. He, who seemed to have guessed that I would say so, blurted, "I will delay the deadline for you." I knew that Patrick surely wouldn't give up with ease before he got a mug. I just had to accompany him to buy a mug. Glancing the time, I found that it was 10 a.m. sharp. If I went out with him, I probably could bump into Shelton visiting me here. "Alright." I agreed. Patrick drove me to an independent shop near the studio. Entering the shop, I found that it was a high-end shop for cutlery only. The tablewares inside the shop were placed in series, one after another. Seeing Patrick com
Looking at me, Patrick paused and said, "I failed you before, but I will try to do better and let you know that my love is not ..." "Patrick, I have a child with Janetta." Before Patrick could finish his words, Shelton interrupted him. Hearing his words, both Patrick and I were frightened! I looked at Shelton in surprise. "How could he tell Patrick about Glenn's existence?" "If Patrick knew that I was pregnant with his child back then, he surely wouldn't let me go!" Before I spoke, Patrick said first, "Do you think I will believe your words?" There was a hint of contempt in his tone. He was mocking Shelton for making such a clumsy joke. Shelton wasn't surprised. He continued, "It's not you who hurt her before but me." "Forget it." Although I didn't know what Shelton was going to say, I interrupted him hypocritically. Since Patrick didn't believe Shelton's words, Shelton should stop talking about my child anym
"I'm fine." I lowered my eyes and looked at the wound on my hand. I was in so much pain in my heart. So I couldn't even feel the pain coming from my fingers. Shelton took out a band-aid from his pocket, stuck it on my wound, and scolded me, "You're a designer. A designer values her hand as much as her appearance. How come you say you are fine?" I lowered my head slightly. Shelton seemed to sense that I was in a bad mood and patted me on my head, "Could it be that you can't get him out of your mind?" I didn't speak. Neither did my expression change in the slightest. However, I couldn't deceive myself in my heart. Shelton took me into his arms and patted me gently on my back, "I know that I am not him and that I can't be him. But I will do everything I can to treat you well. I will be wholly devoted to you all my life." To me, what he had said was the best promise. He would treat me whole-heartedly all over his life. What
A week later, I almost finished the landscape gardening design. After communicating with Calvin, I could get the indoor design started. Speaking of indoor design, I was only in charge of a small part of it. It would take me two weeks to finish it. That afternoon, as soon as I came out of the Institute of Architecture Design, I saw Shelton standing at the entrance. Standing against the sun, he, who wore a white shirt, looked handsome and warm. When we had lunch together, I told him I would come here in the afternoon. I didn't expect that he would come here to wait for me. Walking up to him quickly, I asked, "How come you are waiting for me here?" "Yes." Shelton took the documents over from my hand and asked me gently, "Do you have time tonight?" "What's the matter?" In theory, Shelton knew my working hours and schedule on usual days quite well. In City Y, except for him, I didn't interact with anyone else. He specifically
Shelton introduced Jeremy to me, "He is Patrick's assistant." Looking enlightened all of a sudden, I said flatly, "Okay." Given my relationship with Patrick, I shouldn't be so polite to his assistant. Seeing that I didn't like him, Jeremy said nothing else. On the contrary, Shelton asked him, "Are you here to help Patrick buy something?" Jeremy explained respectfully to Shelton, "Yes, Mr. Cowell has to attend a social event in the evening. He needs a formal suit. The one in the company was accidentally stained. So he sent me here to buy a new one." Shelton slightly nodded saying nothing further. I was relieved in my heart. Patrick had something to do tonight, showing that he wouldn't show up at the family banquet later. I thought it was quite good. The elevator soon descended to the floor where the underground garage was. Jeremy parted with us and went to his car. Shelton drove me all the way to Ned's house. It wa
Dulcie seemed to be a little surprised. Before she could speak, Shelton's voice came from behind me, "Dulcie, you're here." "Yeah." Dulcie stood up, glanced at me, and left. I could clearly sense that the look in her eyes differed fom it used to be. As soon as Dulcie left, Shelton sat down and asked me with a slightly worried expression, "She didn't make things difficult for you just now, did she?" "Sort of." Seeing that Shelton was a little nervous, I continued, "She thought I was the sugar bay who is supported by men on a long-term. So I told her about my actual situation." Hearing my words, Shelton looked somewhat relaxed. Thinking of what I said just now, I said, "But I probably have offended her." "What's wrong?" Shelton asked. I told Shelton what I had said just now and what I had added. There was no trace of worry on Shelton's face. Instead, he reached out and pinched my face., Don't be afraid. Dulcie won't be ang
"Could it be that someone had drugged me by putting something in the wine?" If someone did this, it surely would be nobody else but Patrick. When I raised my chopsticks in the air and let my thoughts run wild, Shelton's concerned voice came from the side, "What's wrong?" To relieve his worry, I quickly put down the chopsticks and shook my head, "It's okay. I'll go to the bathroom." With that, I walked to the bathroom, pretending to be calm. In fact, at this time, everything I saw was blurred. "How could this be..." As soon as I arrived at the washroom on the first floor, a maid suddenly blocked the door and said to me, "I'm sorry, Miss Nolan. The washroom on the first floor is blocked. If you want to use it, go to the one on the second floor." "The second floor?" "Yes, it is right on the left upstairs." The maid said to me. "Oh, okay." I nodded my head in a daze and looked at the stairs in front of me. Grabb