"Then what do you like? I'll gift you with it." Patrick lowered his head and looked at me. I knew he was talking about cars. He had long disliked my MINI car at the price of over 20 thousand dollars which I had been driving for a long time. However, I held his arm and answered immediately without deliberating for even one second, "I like you." After hearing my answer, Patrick seemed to be a little surprised. But soon, the smile at the corner of his mouth was brighter. Lowering his head, he gently kissed me on the forehead with profound gentleness in his pitch-black eyes, "Well, okay. Then what you need to think about is what kind of wedding ceremony you want." "A wedding ceremony?" I was stunned. Thinking about it, it seemed that I indeed didn't even think about having another wedding ceremony with Patrick. After all, we were no longer young. And we had held a wedding ceremony. Despite the fact that I had married Patrick in th
"Water-like Pavillion?" Hearing Roger's words, Nancy and I understood immediately. Before we could say anything, Roger said, "I've asked the property developer about it. They reserved two suites for you two. So I wanted to choose the one next to you. I didn't expect that someone else would have reserved it early. So I purchased the one by that of the next door." By the time he finished his words, the waiter had brought wine over and poured two more cups of wine for us. "If we move over, we will be neighbors in the future, won't we?" Nancy understood. Roger nodded and waved to us, "I'll go first. After I am done with the things related to my wedding, I'll treat you to a meal specifically!" After he finished speaking, he left with Lisa. As they walked outside, I happened to see that Glenn pulled Cicely's little hand out of the corner of my eyes. Leaning over, he kissed Cicely's face, leaving me the view of his round head. Cicely, who origin
"What do you mean?" Hearing my words, Patrick raised his head. I said, "Yeah. She is a healthy grown-up. However, Roger treats her as if she were a child and takes care of her either she walks or has food. Of course, Lisa has to be angry." Patrick surely had got my point. He raised his hand and touched my head, saying, "Well, then be careful. But I will send a car to pick you up." "No problem." Although I didn't think it was necessary, I accepted it. I did so to rest assure Patrick. After the wedding ceremony, Ryan called me, saying that he decided to accompany Jessica to go back to the rehabilitation center of Holy Spirit Hospital to go through a systematic treatment until she fully recovered. In that case, I should be the one that took care of Glenn. Now that the relationship between Patrick and I had settled down, I agreed. That night, after school, I went to pick Glenn up. And we two went back to Unit Number One, City Y. A
At this time, the staff of the studio all went outside to watch us. There were three people standing here. Except for me, one of them was a leukemia patient and the other one was Patrick whose legs were disabled. I could only say, "Let's go to the conference room where we can sit down and talk." "All right." Patrick agreed. ...... I led them to the meeting room. Someone brought in two cups of tea and placed each in front of Patrick and Finn. Finn looked at the tea in front of him and sighed, "Alas! Maybe it's God's punishment that I have to see through who my biological daughter and my wife really are one day!" "What's wrong?" I asked. I only knew that Kelsi wasn't willing to do a marrow match. For this, Katy had come to see me before. How come Finn brought up Katy? Finn glanced at me, feeling somewhat embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Charlotte, I..." "Mr. Finn, please call me Janetta, thank you." I interrupted him a
Living a healthy and long life... What a simple wish it was. However, it wasn't until now that he, who suffered from an incurable disease, realized this point. Things like money, power, and social status were extraterrestrial. In the face of health, they were all secondary. Without health, everything would end up in vain. I held his hand and said, "Mr. ... Dad, I don't want your legacy. Take care of yourself. I believe you will definitely overcome the disease." "Thank you." Looking at me, Finn couldn't help but shed tears. After that, he turned around, intending to leave. I walked over to his side and said, "Let's send you there." "Yeah." Patrick said so behind me. Finn was a patient. And I was not sure how he got through. He spat blood from coughing just now. What if something happened to him on the way... "No need. No need. Just do your work. It's the driver who sent me here." Only after hearing
"Stop pretending. He remade a will. Why are you, who have gained an advantage, pretending here?" Standing behind the policemen, Kelsi sneered, "And now you are Mrs. Cowell. With the protection of Patrick Cowell, are you afraid that I will do something to you?" I looked at her and said seriously, "Yes, it's because that you can't do anything to me that I don't have to pretend." I added firmly, "I really don't know what you are talking about." Kelsi was stunned. She looked at me with a suspicious look in her eyes. She seemed to think that what I had said was true. And yet she didn't want to believe it. I continued, "And I'm not interested in your father's inheritance. After all, he didn't care about us when I was still in my mother's belly. He didn't show up in my life at all. "I grew up in an orphanage. He didn't know my existence. He didn't buy me clothes or dolls. He didn't take me to walk around the park. Neither did he ever take me to school.
I helped Patrick in. Originally, I thought that he came here to check the studio to see if he could help. Unexpectedly, after entering the studio, he said to Nancy without checking the studio at all, "Miss Nancy, let's have a talk." "Me?" Nancy was stunned. Pointing at herself and looking at me in disbelief, she seemed to be seeking my help with an inquiring look in her eyes, "What does Patrick want to talk to me about?" With a dazed look on my face, I shook my head and asked Patrick, "Why are you looking for her?" "You'll come with us." Patrick said. He looked serious. But I couldn't tell anything from his expression. However, since he said so, we couldn't refuse him. So I could only help him walk into the conference room." After the three of us sat down, Patrick said to Nancy, "I don't think it's safe here." ...... Hearing his words, I suddenly understood what Patrick was going to say to Nancy! He wan
Ever since Kelsi left that day, my life had returned to peace. One month later, we moved our studio to the sub-top floor of Towering High. Patrick hung a large logo of our studio outside the Towering High building. It once was heatedly discussed on the social media platforms. And my belly was bulging day by day. Over these days, Patrick would accompany me every day as long as he didn't have to deal with quite important matters. Glenn, who seemed to realize that the little one in my belly was fragile as well, was understanding. He did almost everything by himself. So I didn't need to worry too much about him. However, my pregnancy this time was very different from that last time. I was already in my 30s. Whether in terms of age or physical condition, I was considered an advanced pregnancy woman. For my pregnancy this time, I felt completely different from that last time. This time, I didn't suffer a serious morning sickne
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?