All Chapters of Substitute Bride,Substitute Love: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Patrick clenched his fists tightly and stood where he was for a few seconds before he said, "Did I disturb you guys?" "No," Shelton didn't explain much to Patrick. He picked up the T-shirt next to him and turned his face to ask me, "Are you done?" I was still in a daze. Hearing his question, I nodded quickly, "Yes." Only then did Shelton put on his T-shirt. While tidying up his clothes, he walked towards Patrick and asked, "Patrick, what's wrong?" Hardly had Shelton walked to the front of Patrick when Patrick directly swung his fist and hit him fiercely! Patrick directly knocked off Shelton's glasses. "Hiss..." Shelton staggered back a few steps before he stood stably. "What are you doing?" I didn't expect Patrick to hit Shelton. So I ran over to Shelton quickly. Patrick didn't pay attention to me at all. He grabbed the collar of Shelton's T-shirt with one hand, "Tell me, what on earth is your intention? You have a feud with o

"No need. I'll leave on my own. I promise Patrick that I'll leave on my own." Yes. I had said so to Patrick just now. My primary purpose was to reassure him. Hearing my words, Shelton was quite reluctant. I persuade him for a more while. And he was finally convinced by me. As the old saying goes, everyone will belong somewhere in the end. On this island where it rarely rained, unexpectedly, it rained heavily that night. Patrick stood in a small room at the dock with me. The rain kept falling from the sky. A sailor ran in from the outside, "Mr. Cowell, I think it will rain for hours. It may be dangerous if we sail out by force..." "Then don't leave." Patrick looked at me. The sky was too dark. I couldn't see the expression on Patrick's face. He stretched out his hand and wanted to put his palm behind me. I took a step forward, took out my cell phone, and said to Patrick, "Mr. Cowell, the midnight has passed. In a sense, y

Even so, I took my luggage into the cabin. There were fruits and drinks on the table in the cabin. On the side, a lot of ice was placed in a bucket. On such a day, the ice almost didn't melt. At first glance, someone had just placed them there before I boarded the ship. "Is anyone here?" I shouted and looked around. No one answered me. The uneasiness in my heart grew stronger. "I should jump into the sea!" As soon as this thought popped up in my mind, I quickly dropped my luggage and ran out. As soon as I reached the door of the cabin, a tall figure came from outside and blocked the cabin. "Simon Newman?" I felt a chill run down my spine at the sight of this man. "Why is he here?" "Hello, Miss Archer." Simon sized my face up and down as he said, "Miss Archer, your adjusted face today seems to be prettier than before, which reminds me of someone." "What are you going to do?" I wasn't in any mood to chat

Then, Roger's voice rang from outside, "Don't blame me for being ruthless. If someone has to be blamed, blame yourselves for being useless. You failed to affect Patrick. However, while dealing with abandoned bargaining chips like you, I won't be that cold-hearted." "Let me out!" I didn't have time to listen to his nonsense. "Don't be anxious, Beauty Charlotte." Roger said with a smile, "There are three lifeboats attached to this yacht. My men and I will drive two of them away, leaving only the roughest one behind. There are two oars on it." "And then?" I quickly picked up the fruit knife from the ground. At this time, the temperature inside the cabin was a little high. "I deflated the remaining lifeboat. If you sit on it alone, you can hang on for about two hours. However, if there are two people on it, naturally, the time duration with which you can hang on will be halved. You can see whether you are going to stick to the profound sisterhood b

I pushed my way through the crowd and saw Ryan dressed in casual clothes and a loose and thin sweater outside. He was shouting at a beggar, who looked pitiful and lay on the ground. With a sorrowful look on his face, the beggar said, "Why are you doing this? I just asked you for money, okay? It's okay that you won't give me any money. Besides, I am indeed disabled." "Are you indeed disabled? Do you look like someone disabled?" As Ryan spoke, he reached out, intending to pull the beggar up. Those who would come to the temple were all kind-hearted people. As soon as they saw Ryan's action, they began to blame him one after another. "Look at you. You're so old. How can you be like this?" "That's right. What can a disabled man do?" "You're going too far. It's fine that you won't give him any money. But you're bullying him!" I looked over and found that the disabled man got two empty sleeves, showing that he seemed to be with no hands. E