"Oh." Even though his words were full of loopholes, I didn't want to expose him. Getting down to the bottom wouldn't do any good to me. Seeing that I didn't ask anything further, he asked me, "Didn't you say that you were going to do focus on the design competition with a friend of yours recently? Why did you meet her?" "We've signed up for the design competition. The competition topics will only come out two days later. So I took the time and asked Designer Shirley to meet me outside to discuss my wedding dress." I looked down and said, "After all, I won't marry somebody else in this life. Regarding the wedding dress, after thorough deliberation, I think I'd better be more discreet about it." The reason why I said so was to please Shelton. Hearing what I said, Shelton seemed to be in a better mood. That afternoon, he took me to Michael's place and discussed with Michael the case related to Gina and Jeremy. After all, there would be a trial in
Looking at Shelton, I was struggling in my heart. However, since he was here, I couldn't drive him away. Seeing that I didn't make my position clear, Shelton said, "What? You think I will disturb Glenn and you from enjoying each other's company, right?" "Of course not." I said quickly, "It's just that it will be pretty exhausting to keep him company." "I don't find staying by your side exhausting at all." Shelton reached out his hand to me, "Let's go." I hesitated for a moment before reaching out to him. We three went downstairs together. And we looked harmonious. The ones who didn't know the ins and outs surely would think that we were a happy family of three. It was already late winter. The sky was foggy today. And it snowed lightly. When we came out, there were only a few cars on the road. Looking out of the window, I could only see snowflakes falling on the car window. With six angles which were in different shapes, the snowflak
Hearing my question, instead of looking surprised, Shelton asked me, "How did you know about this?" I could tell that he had long known about this matter. But he didn't tell me. I could understand why he did so. After all, if I knew about this, it wouldn't be of any avail at all. But his question made me realize that both Ned and Shelton suspected that Patrick had contacted me. "Grandpa Cowell called me." I told him the truth. Hearing this, he, who frowned slightly, looked somewhat relaxed and nodded, saying, "It seems that the last time I got in touch with him happened one week ago. Over the past week, no one saw him. Before that, Towering High had long been in a mess." "It is because of the disappearance of AI, right?" I asked Shelton. Looking at me with melancholy in his eye, Shelton nodded and said, "That thing has a great impact on Towering High." "Then who did it? Did you figure it out?" I continued to ask. S
"Kidnapping?" I was even more nervous. However, when it came to this matter, I indeed couldn't do anything about it. "Based on my husband's and his colleagues' speculation, because Towering High encountered an accident before where its AI laboratory caught fire and the documents inside disappeared, the stock price of Towering High decreased a lot. If the public knew Patrick's situation this time, Towering High would basically be doomed." Hearing Nancy's words, I was extremely nervous. In this way, Patrick was quite likely to have been schemed and kidnapped! "Getting rid of the cocoon in excitement, sensing the impulse of glorious rebirth..." After hearing Nancy's words, I looked at the computer screen in a daze. At this time, my cell rang. I looked down. Seeing that it was a call from Shelton, I picked it up. He asked me to have lunch with him, saying that he happened to be free. I hesitated for a moment. Finally, I agreed. I
Touching my neck, I realized that I had come down in a hurry just now and left the scarf on the table. I, who wasn't in the mood to explain, asked him directly, "Regarding Patrick..." "It's cold outside. Let's get into the car." As soon as I said Patrick's name, Shelton interrupted me. He took out the car key, pressed it, and pointed in the direction of the white car next to him, turning on the lights of the car. "Let's talk here." Looking at the car, I had some resistance in my heart. After all, it was so confined inside the car. What if... Seeing through my thoughts, Shelton smiled and said softly, "What we are going to talk about later is related to the lifeblood of Towering High. If someone irrelevant eavesdrops on our conversation and gets it covered in the newspaper as well as online..." "I'll get in the car with you." Before he finished his words, i got his point. I couldn't implicate Patrick. As I spoke, I
Seeing these footprints, I was a little nervous. "Did Patrick sell this house? Or..." I walked forward and pressed the doorbell. No one answered from within. Feeling reluctant, I knocked on the door again and shouted, "Patrick Cowell, are you in there?" After that, I pressed my ear against the door. After a few minutes, I finally heard sounds of light footstep. The sound was sometimes loud and sometimes light, indicating that someone seemed to be going downstairs. "Someone is indeed inside!" "Could it be Patrick?" At the thought of this, I couldn't be more nervous. As I concentrated on listening to the sounds, the door in front of me was suddenly pushed open! Losing my balance, I stumbled into the house hard! And I directly bumped into the one that opened the door. However, the one opening the door seemed to be weaker than me. AfterI bumped into him, unexpectedly, he failed to grasp the handle and fell backward wit
I felt that my heart skipped a beat. After Patrick finished speaking, he leaned over and took over my mouth with the strong alcohol smell in his mouth. Little by little, he kissed me. Although it was a small amount of alcohol, for a moment, I felt dizzy. After he pressed me against the sofa, I subjected myself to his kissing bit by bit. He ignited something dormant in my heart bit by bit. Placing his hand on my chest, Patrick wanted to unbutton my top. All of a sudden, I was sobered up. And I pinched my clothes tightly in a hurry. Seeing this, Patrick was stunned. And he looked at me with a bit of surprise in his eyes. I blushed and said, "No. As long as you are married, I... I won't sleep with you." It was my bottom line. I surely wouldn't abandon it. Hearing my words, Patrick was stunned. After a long while, curling up the corner of his mouth and revealing a beautiful arc, he withdrew his hand, held my waist, and
Seeing my reaction, Shelton was a little surprised. And I was stunned for a moment. Realizing that what I had done just now wasn't appropriate, I quickly approached him, bowed my head, and said guiltily, "I sprained my ankle." Even I wasn't convinced by my own lie. Hearing my words, Shelton put his hands in his pocket and said gently, "Be careful." After picking Glenn up, we went to have dinner. Over the dinner, Shelton seemed to behave himself and no longer did anything too intimate to me. In the evening, after Glenn fell asleep, I lay restlessly in bed and heard that my cell phone rang. I looked down and saw that it was a text from Shelton. And the brief text read, "Come to my house." After reading the text, I quickly put my cell phone aside, pretending that I had fallen asleep. However, I received another text from Shelton soon, which read, "I know you didn't fall asleep. Didn't you sprain your ankle today? I'll help you to check it ou
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?