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
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
Every woman was looking forward to marrying her beloved man. So was I. I married a man who I had a crush on for twelve years, in the name of my sister, Caroline Archer... Although Caroline and I looked identical on the surface, I had been sent to an orphanage because of the negligence on the hospital's side as soon as I was born. It was not until three years ago that I came back to Archer Family. I, a wild girl, didn't fit the grand Archer Family. However, without parents by my side since I was a child, I was extremely discreet, hoping that I could get along with others of this family as well as winning the favor of my parents. Consequently, when both my parents and Caroline had begged me to marry Patrick Cowell on behalf of Caroline the day before yesterday, I had consented immediately without deliberation. On the one hand, it was because I loved Patrick Cowell. On the other hand, it was the first time that I felt that my family needed me. And
In the morning, I woke up from the pain, feeling that the lower part of my body had been ripped apart. And what had happened last night was surging in my mind as if it were a nightmare... On my wedding night, Patrick treated me as if I were his enemy and took away my virginity. What he had done to me ruined all my previous fantasies. The bed beside me was already cold. A drop of scarlet blood on the snow-white sheet looked particularly irritating. I got up and went to the bathroom to take a bath despite the pain. After getting dressed, I changed the sheet into a new one. I went out, stood at the entrance of the stairs on the second floor, and saw Patrick sitting at a rectangular dining table, who was reading the newspaper as well as having breakfast. The golden sunshine in the morning shone on his side through the window, making him look warm and holy. Over the past twelve years when I had a secretive crush on Patrick, marrying him and li
As soon as I saw this scene, my heart trembled. Just as I wanted to figure out what was going on, my father came to the front and slapped me, making me hit against the wall. Before I could come to my senses, I heard him cursing angrily, "Charlotte Archer, we have been raising you for three years. And is that how you should repay us?" There was a smell of blood in my mouth. And I was also in a trance. Trying my best to stand up straight, I looked at my father as I asked, "What..." "How come you have the nerve to ask me any questions? Do you assume that we don't know what you have done? You schemed against your sister, fed her sleeping pills, and attended the wedding for her! If we hadn't found it out earlier and took Caroline to the hospital to have a gastric lavage, I don't even know if she would be alive now!" After that, my father raised his hand and gave me aother hard slap. This slap was even more vicious than the previous one. I was in a trance for a
I went to the door with difficulty, opened the door, and lay on the big bed where I had been sleeping for three years. I fell asleep in a daze... I had a dream. In my dream, I went back to the time when I had seen Patrick for the first time 12 years ago. At that time, I was only 10 years old. And I went to have fun at a construction site nearby the orphanage which hadn't been completely furnished yet. It was in winter back then when there was nobody on the construction site. I met Patrick there, who was wounded and dying. Although I had been calling him for a long time, he didn't respond at all. Originally, thinking that he was dead, I was about to go back to turn to the teacher in the orphanage, only to hear a weak voice behind me, "Save me." At that time, I, who was thin and weak, pushed him out of the construction site with a tricycle for carrying cement and took him to the nearest hospital. Because I didn't have enough money, the staff in the hos
It seemed that Caroline and her mother didn't expect me to wake up. Although the light of the floor-to-ceiling lamp was dim, I could tell that the looks on their faces were not good. Caroline's mother put on a fake smile and asked me, "Charlotte, how is your injury? Do you need to go to the hospital?" If it were in the past, I would have been moved. But now I was indifferent. Seeing my indifferent expression, Caroline, who certainly knew that I had heard all their conversation, interrupted her mother directly. "Mom, you don't have to act anymore. Judging from her tone, she, a wild dog, knows what's going on." "A wild dog." Hearing Caroline call me a wild dog so smoothly, I knew that they must have nicknamed me like this early. "A wild dog?" I endured the pain, walked to the empty sofa, and sat down. Then I deliberately said, "Even so, I am a wild dog who has 4% shares." Sure enough, as soon as I said that, Caroline's mother understood what I m
After leaving the Archer Family, I, who had nowhere to go, could only call Lisa Harper, my best friend. It turned out that Lisa's phone was turned off. Lisa Harper and I were classmates in the orphanage. She was two years older than me, who was supported by a kind-hearted boss. After graduating from high school, because of her appearance and temperament, she studied in the Academy of Aviation. After graduation, she directly became an air stewardess. In fact, at university, I was also supported by a kind person. It was just that I had never seen him in person. The fact that Lisa's mobile phone had been turned off indicated that she was working. Walking on the street in a daze, soon, I saw a sign of a shop at the corner of the street which was still lit up. Walking to the front of it, I found out that it was a bar. Alright. It happened that I was in need of a drink. It was the first time I had visited a bar, which was different from what I
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?