After I finished my words, I sensed that Patrick held me in his arms somewhat stiffly. He got up slightly and looked at me with a lost look on his face. Seeing his look, I couldn't help but be stunned. Green stubble was all over Patrick's face. With his eye sockets sunken, there were pretty dark eye circles under his eyes. He seemed to... It was as if... He hadn't slept well for a long time. Seeing him like this, I felt a sharp pain in my heart. I couldn't help but reach out and touch his cheek, asking, "What happened to you..." "Patrick." As Patrick was about to respond, Shelton came in. He went straight to our side and said to Patrick, "Jeremy is waiting for you, saying that he has something to tell you." Patrick looked up at Shelton. Hesitating for a moment, he stood up. When Patrick withdrew his arms, unexpectedly, I, who could no longer feel the familiar warmth, felt a profound reluctance in my heart.
Without thinking, I quickly grabbed the towel from Shelton's hand and hung it in front of me. "Turn around and let me check your wound." He did treat me as a patient instead of a woman. As he spoke, he was about to force me to turn around. "No, thanks. I'm all right." I flushed. "You go out first. I'll go out after I wash my hair." At that point, I didn't have the mood to take a shower. "No." Shelton looked serious, and his eyes were full of worry. "Either I help you wash your hair, or you allow me to check your wound now." In the small bathroom, the white fog rising from the hot water had almost dissipated. The more I thought about it, the shyer I became. But Shelton blocked me and did not intend to leave. Watching my face getting redder and redder, he seemed to have finally realized what I was thinking. He quickly draped a big bath towel over my shoulders and said, "I'll get a chair for you. After that, I'll help you wash away the foam on you
When Shelton was taking a shower, I hurried back to my room to put on my clothes. I lost a lot of weight recently and my face was a little pale because of my coma. In order not to worry Ned, I put on a little makeup and applied a layer of pink blusher, which made me look much better. When I opened the door, Shelton also came out. He was wearing a pure white bathrobe. Its neckline was wide open to the waist, revealing his tight pectoral muscles. Seeing him like this, I couldn't help but blush. I lowered my head slightly and said, "I'm ready. I'll wait for you in the living room." "All right." His voice came into my ears with a faint smile. It wasn't until he entered the bedroom that I reached the living room. Sitting on the sofa, I picked up the little doll next to me, which was a cute kitten. It had a big head. Such a thing didn't match Shelton at all. I held the little kitten and pinched it for a while. Then I heard a c
"Is that okay?" Shelton walked to my side and looked down at me. Through the transparent glasses, I found that his eyes looked gentle and there was some expectation in them. I looked at him and thought of what had happened. He was really nice to me and Glenn. Although his love was not the vigorous one, he showered me with silent warmth. Perhaps this kind of relationship could live long. I thought for a while and nodded. "Okay. It's up to you." Hearing this, Shelton knelt on one knee and took my hand. His clear eyes were full of joy. "Thank you for handing the rest of your life to me. I will surely give you all my best." "No need." I shook my head. "I'll be contented as long as you stay with us." When I said "we", I meant, of course, me and Glenn. "Hmm, thank you for giving me this opportunity." Looking at him like this, I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. "Stand up quickly. It's like you're proposing to me." "
"No, I mean, you..." I thought again. Why should he sleep in my room? I immediately corrected myself. "Forget it, you can leave. I'll walk you out." "No, since you said you want me to sleep with you, I'll take it seriously." Patrick held me tightly and brought me to the bedroom step by step. Laying me on the bed, he knelt on it too. "Patrick, I think you are too tired. I want you to have a good rest, not to sleep with me!" I got up and tried to get out of bed. Faced with Patrick, I was really afraid that my senses would go away. After all, just by getting close to him, I wanted to hug him and rely on him. He hurt me five years ago, but I still... Despite knowing that it was a mistake and a trap, I still wanted to jump into it. Patrick held my arm. "I'm kidding. In fact, I haven't slept for three days. Even if you have it in your mouth now, maybe it cannot erect." "Three days?" I looked at Patrick. "Why didn't you sleep?"
For a moment, my mind was also occupied by an impulse. I stood on tiptoe, put my arms around the man's neck, and responded. Patrick hugged me tightly, and his kiss became more and more overbearing. Bit by bit, he took away the air from my mouth, and I also tried very hard to get my oxygen back. The passionate kiss made the memory of five years ago reappear in my mind little by little. It was only then that I realized there was little sweetness when he and I were together. There were more entanglements and pains... The kiss lasted for a few minutes. When the man's hands were restless and he wanted to continue to move, I finally sobered up. "No." I pushed Patrick away and dodged, covering half of my face with one hand. "I'm sorry. I, I'm going to marry Shelton." "I don't allow it." Patrick directly placed both of his hands against the wall, imprisoning me in a small space. He looked down at me, his black eyes full of complicated
"You didn't treat me like this when you locked me up in the conference room and wanted me to bleed to death." I sat down and looked at her. Even if I knew that Gina and Jeremy may be sentenced to life imprisonment, there was no emotional response in my heart. They were my parents, but they were like two unrelated people to me. Gina held the receiver and said excitedly, "It was your father who asked me to do this. I had nothing in the past few years, so I could only listen to him!" "Hehe, he hasn't been my father since long ago." I held the receiver and looked at Gina through the tempered glass, "If it weren't for my good luck, I wouldn't be sitting here talking to you today." If Patrick hadn't gone to find me. I would have been dead. During the two weeks in the hospital, the doctor said that if I had been sent to the hospital half an hour later, I might had died. When she heard that someone saved me, Gina's eyes got wet again. "Charlotte,
When Gina talked about the things in the past, her whole mental state seemed to have changed. She was pushed away by a police officer. When she heard me calling her, she turned to look at me and said, "I will never tell you! Ha-ha-ha!" With a wild laugh, Gina was taken away. I sat there and my heart was in a mess. How could it be? "I can't believe it... I'm not her daughter." But in this way, a lot of things could make sense. Previously, I suspected that if one of the twins was kept, how could the other be lost by mistake? It turned out that Gina had only given birth to one child. When I was sitting inside, Shelton came in. He patted me on the shoulder and asked, "What's wrong?" "I..." I looked up at him with a complicated expression. "Gina said that I am not her biological daughter. My mother is someone else." After hearing my words, Shelton was a little surprised. "How could it be?" "I don't think it's possible,
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?