I was overwhelmed by Tyler just now. And my waist hurt. It took me a lot of effort to get up now. I got up. Through the mirror in front of me, I could see Patrick standing outside a compartment. Although I saw him at the entrance of the hotel last time, I didn't see his face. It was the first time that I looked at him in his face ever since I was released from the prison. He was wearing a black suit, who was almost the same as he had been more than a year ago. But what about me? I saw my face through the mirror. My hair, which was soaked wet by the water, clung to my face. Most of my makeup was ruined. And my clothes were covered with dust that I had got while working in the construction site. I thought that we would meet again. But I didn't expect that I would run into him again when I was in such a bad situation. Patrick looked at me in the mirror as he curled up the corner of his mouth and sneered, "Charlotte Archer, I have
As soon as I moved, I heard Patrick say behind me, "You don't have to go." Then he said to the person in charge, "Go and get a new design company." "Why?" I didn't expect Patrick to say that all of a sudden. Although I didn't know what made him change his mind, I was sure that all of these had something to do with me. He hated me. So he vented his anger on this project. Patrick stood up and took out a cigarette box as well as a cigarette from the pocket inside his suit. He ignited it. Taking a sip, he said slowly, "For a company that doesn't investigate whether a new employee is keeping the past as a secret before hiring one, I can justifiably suspect the professionalism of this company." "I didn't hide anything!" Sure enough, it was me who he was targeting. "Then the company hired you is even less professional. Unexpectedly, they hired a woman who deliberately hurt others, killed another woman's child, and had been prisoned..
The next day, I woke up amid the aroma of the porridge. Actually, I hadn't eaten anything for almost 24 hours. And I felt that my throat was dry and thirsty. I looked at the surrounding layout, which indicated clearly that I was in a single man's house. I already guessed where I was. I wanted to get up. But I felt dizzy as soon as I got up! So I fell back onto the bed again. Right at this moment, the door of my room opened. And Seth stood at the door, holding a small plate with a bowl of porridge and a plate of side dishes on it. Seeing me get up, he immediately put the things in his hand on the bedside table and held me, "You are suffering from a serious fever. Where are you going?" Then he pressed me on the bed and handed me the porridge. I wanted to take it over. But he stopped me, "The porridge is hot. I'll help you take it." I was a little embarrassed, intending to finish the porridge quickly. But the porridge was h
As soon as he finished his words, his statements made the colleagues around me lament instantly. "Don't talk nonsense!" Immediately, I was in a panic. Moreover, I didn't understand why a person like Patrick Cowell would condescend to come to a small company like ours. When I was at a loss, I felt that my shoulders were warm. Then, I heard Seth say, "It's me who chased Charlotte. Didn't we have a deal about that project? Mr. Cowell, did you come here for other things today?" With a simple statement, he covered up the whole story. Moreover, he said so in front of all the colleagues of mine. If I don't resist, did it mean that I have acquiesced to the relationship between me and him? But if I did, Seth certainly would be embarrassed. Just as I was in a dilemma, I saw Patrick walking up to me and saying, "I'm here to find my wife." "Buzz!" His words blew my mind up! The colleagues around us all began to whisper!
Although Seth was changing the subject, regarding what he said, I indeed had to face it as well. ...... After all, he had confessed to me in front of many colleagues of mine today. I did have to make the relationship between the two of us clear. However... "I'm sorry." I, who had been pondering on it for a whole day, could only say so in the end. As soon as I finished my words, Seth pressed his index finger against my lips, "Shh. I know what you are worried about. As long as you stand behind me, never should you be afraid. I surely will protect myself. Only in this way can I protect you." His answer put me in a momentary trance. "But..." As I wanted to remind him that Patrick wouldn't let us go just like that, Seth said first, "You won't get me into trouble." I had to admit that Seth did have touched me. I was not sure this counted as a confirmed relationship. But after that, I would spend 2 days weekly having meal
I was stunned. At this time, my cell phone rang. I lowered my head and looked at the caller ID, which was Seth Hyde. I glimpsed at the time and found that it was noon now. Usually, if Seth was in the company, he would ask me to have lunch at this time. I looked up at Patrick. Thinking of the orphanage just now, I didn't know how to answer Seth's call for a moment. So I muted it. Patrick did not say anything else. Only after Seth stopped calling me did I ask, "What do you want to do?" "Nothing. It is just that Grandpa misses you," Patrick said flatly. I didn't believe his words at all. I argued, "How could it be? Didn't you tell him that I killed Caroline's child and you wanted to divorce me?" Patrick loved Caroline so much. And he was certain that she was framed by me. He surely would have taken advantage of such a good opportunity. I wasn't convinced by his words. However, Patrick tilted his head and looked at me
That afternoon, Patrick took me to a fashion studio, chose a set of evening dresses for me, and matched it with a short cloak. I put on makeup and did the styling there. When everything was done, I looked at myself in the mirror and thought of my future life. I felt helpless. Moreover, I felt sad as well as despicable. That evening, I continued to put on a show with Patrick at Ned's house. We were pretending to be a loving couple. At the banquet, Ned urged us over and over again, saying that we should bear him a fat grandson. I agreed with a faint smile. But I knew that this kind of thing would never happen. After we came out of the Cowell Family house, I was about to get in the car. However, the tassel of the small cloak was hooked onto the covered button of Patrick's belt. I wore a low-cut evening dress inside. So I hadn't ever taken off the cloak over the banquet that night. But, at this time, the tassel was hoo
Caroline was here. I stood at the door and heard how she was arguing with the bodyguards. Finally, I personally stepped forward and opened the door. When Caroline saw me standing in the door, she was almost stunned! After a long time, she said with a stiff smile, "Charlotte, it's you." I deliberately called her full name, "What's the matter, Caroline Archer?" Caroline was embarrassed. But she still asked me with a faint smile, "Why are you here? Did Patrick make things difficult for you again?" I looked at her hypocritical face. Besides feeling disgusted, I felt angry more! She and Patrick could never get away with my child's death! Obviously, she didn't know that it was me who was here. "No, I'm on good terms with him. We went to see Grandpa tonight," I said with a smile. Even though it was late, I could see that Caroline's face was pale as she heard my words. She didn't believe me at first. But she could see me wearing an e
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?