In the afternoon, my brain almost stopped working. Patrick asked me to get water, and I stood there pouring water for him with the teapot in my hand. Then my mind went blank. It wasn't until the water flowed down the table and scalded my feet that I realized what I was doing. "I'm sorry!" I put the teapot aside and looked at Patrick. He looked at me, and his black eyes were cold. He didn't intend to blame me for pouring out the water, and there was no expression on his face. He just looked at me. But I was scared by his stares. I took out the paper from the bathroom and apologized while wiping. "I'm sorry, sir. I'll be more careful." After cleaning the table, I went to get a mop to wipe the floor again. The mob was in the tools room downstairs, so I ran over to get it. After finishing the work, Patrick said, "You can go down and prepare dinner first." "Yes, my lord." I left after I answered. When I arrived at
When I was about to go downstairs, the bodyguard caught up with me and said, "If you don't want do it, then just go. Master did this just to drive you away." "I know, but I'm not going." I said calmly. The bodyguard had recognized me yesterday. The bodyguard sighed behind me. "You are too stubborn." "Well, I also think so." I smiled and said, Wearing the clothes of the servants in winter, I went to the garden with cotton gloves. This was the first time I came here. Compared to looking at it from above, the entire garden seemed much larger when standing here. Looking at the garden of hundreds of square meters, I knew it was no longer a matter of whether I could finish this job. It was about how long can I hold on. However, I didn't care. I said I wouldn't leave, then I wouldn't. I took a deep breath and squatted down to pluck the weeds. The garden was covered with thick snow. When I got rid of the snow,
Patrick called an doctor over for me. The doctor gave me an injection and prescribed the medicine. It wasn't until I lay in bed for about three days that my fever was basically relieved. But I would cough sometimes. Fearing that I would infect others, I put on a mask. Over the past few days, Tillie had completely taken over my job, taking care of Patrick's life. I saw that Tillie stayed in Patrick's room for a few hours many times, feeling quite sad in my heart. I wanted to ask them what they were doing inside. I was afraid that Patrick would ask Tillie to help him take a bath as I did for him. Although I thought that Patrick wouldn't do that, upon further deliberation, I felt that it was probable. That evening, once again, Tillie stayed in Patrick's room for three hours before going back. Upon bumping into her in the corridor, I saw that she got somewhat soaked on her body and couldn't help asking, "What are you doing in Mr. Cowell
In fact, even though Patrick asked me to wash the curtains, I never thought of giving up. Anyway, the curtains in themselves weren't dirty. I only had to wash them and hang them outside. I spent an entire day washing two pieces of curtains roughly. Then, I carried them in my arms and hung them somewhere to dry. It wasn't a difficult job for me. However, the water was too cold. After a day, my hands were frozen and swollen. Maybe it was because I had suffered a lot before that such a petty thing was nothing to me. At sunset, Tillie cooked dinner and sent it upstairs to Patrick. Without getting permission to go upstairs, I made some dinner by myself. After a while, Tillie sent the tableware down. Before she could put the tableware away, a bodyguard came downstairs and said, "Mr. Cowell asks you to help him take a bath." "Okay." As Tillie heard this, she seemed to be a little blushed again. Putting the tableware down, she went up
Without looking up, I couldn't see Tillie's expression. But all of this didn't matter to me anymore. Tillie was silent for a while before saying, "Ms. Nolan, I've inquired about it. It turns out that you are Mr. Cowell's ex-wife and that you bore a child for him. Now you stay here and refuse to leave, intending to rekindle your feelings with Mr. Cowell." "Yes." I didn't deny it. From a certain point of view, I probably indeed hoped so. Hearing this, Tillie giggled, "Ms. Nolan, you're really naive. Have you ever heard of a saying?" I ignored her. Seeing that I didn't respond, she continued, "Men actually are very dedicated. No matter how old they are, they are all falling for women of twenty years old. The way you see it, aren't they devoted?" After that, Tillie smiled even more brightly. I looked up and glanced at smiling Tillie. Finally, I realized that something was wrong with her. Although Tillie's hair was of plain black c
Hearing his words, I was a little sour in my heart. I knew that he did all of these to deceive me. Despite so, I couldn't help but feel upset. Lowering my eyes, I looked back at him with the same indifferent expression, "Then I'll go to see the doctor tomorrow." "Go now." Hearing what I said, he said coldly at once. I looked up at him, saying directly, "Tillie and I don't live in the same room. Besides, I'm wearing a mask. Even if I stay here for one more night, I won't infect her." There was some distance between the manor and the downtown. I had to deal with some work later. By going to the hospital now, I would waste the whole night. In that case, I'd better go there tomorrow. If I could come back here earlier, I could work for a while. "No way." Hearing what I said, he decisively said no. Feeling somewhat disappointed in my heart, I looked at him and asked in a half-joking tone, "Mr. Cowell, are you really worr
Hearing my words, Tillie quickly reached out to touch my forehead "Why is it so hot?! I'll call an ambulance for you." "There's no need for that. I..." I originally wanted to refuse her, thinking that I would be fine after taking some medicine. However, upon finishing my words, I felt that everything in front of me went black. Then I fainted. I felt that Tillie helped me up. Vaguely, I could hear her calling an ambulance. Despite being weak at this time, I wasn't completely unconscious. I could feel a few bodyguards putting me on the bed and that someone fetched a thick quilt and covered me with it. The lights in the room were turned on. I opened my eyes slightly and saw that Tillie was next to me. There were two shallow red marks on her neck. Oh, it was hickeys. I probably was seriously ill. At this moment, upon seeing the hickeys on her neck, I felt nothing else. It was as if I had seen something ordinary. Later,
Clenching my hands into fists and biting my lips, I told myself in my heart over and over again that I could leave after finishing my last few words. However, I couldn't say it out loud. Just then, the door behind me was pushed open. I heard someone come in without even knocking on the door. I didn't see who behind me was. However, seeing Patrick's suddenly tender eyes, I figured it out. Following that, Tillie came out from behind me. Glancing at me, she walked to Patrick's side. Patrick reached out and grabbed her hand. Tillie looked at me jealously and said, "What are you talking about?" "Nothing. She's leaving tomorrow." Patrick said flatly. Seeing that the two of them were holding hands, I felt as if my heart was being twisted that I couldn't even breathe. I stood where I was as if I had finally found a reason to say my last few words. Bowing slightly, I clenched my hands together and said to Patrick, "Mr. Cowell, ho
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?