All Chapters of Substitute Bride,Substitute Love: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

For a moment, I didn't know how to answer. It's quite strange for me to say that we never had sex, since we were both adults. But if I said yes... In the face of Patrick, I found it difficult to say yes. I felt that Shelton pinched my shoulder with a little force. I looked at him. Shelton suddenly leaned over, kissed my forehead, and then said with a smile, "Sorry, I know you are shy. I shouldn't mention this in public." "Mm..." I nodded my head gently, as a posture for agreement. I thought I had dodged the bullet, but Shelton continued, "However, this is about my dignity. If you don't say it, others will really think that I lost my ability." He looked at me softly, but expected me to say something he wished. He was waiting for me to confirm his ability. I hesitated and then I realized that he just needed a simple answer. But when I was about to open my mouth, I heard Dulcie say, "Do you guys have to talk about this priv

Shelton's words made me freeze for a second. What, what did he mean? I looked at Shelton. From his face and the corners of his mouth, I found that his expression was particularly serious. I looked at him blankly, and felt very confused. After a moment, I asked, "What do you mean?" At this time, I heard a harsh beep outside the car. I saw from the rear mirror that Patrick's car was following behind. The high beams of his car were flashing, looking like a provocation! I suddenly had a bad feeling. Shelton patted me on the head. "Soon, you won't be disturbed by this." When he said these words, there was no smile on his face. Then, he took off his glasses and drove the car out of the East Wind restaurant. "What are you going to do? Where are we going?" I kept asking Shelton. However, Shelton did not answer my question. He totally focused on driving. At this time, it was already night, and it was snowing. The drif

"It's alright. This is our choice. It has nothing to do with you." "Yes, no matter who will die, we will accept it if you pull the trigger." Both Shelton and Patrick tried to persuade me. To tell the truth, this was very ridiculous. I looked at them and said, "Why do you want me to decide your lives? Are you stupid?" I really couldn't understand why they wanted to do this. "Because neither of them is willing to quit, so they decide to play this brutal game. Anyway, either of them has the ability to take over the other's company. And either of them will be very good to you." Roger said. Patrick and Shelton did not refute his words. "So, you want one to live and the other to die?" I looked at Patrick and Shelton in confusion. "If they continue to fight each other, neither of them will win based on the companies they have. It's better to solve the problem personally." Roger just couldn't shut his mouth off. However, he seemed to fully

Thinking of this, I felt disappointed. If I couldn't trust Patrick, then who else could I trust? Seeing this text message, I completely gave up the idea of continuing to check his mobile phone. Perhaps I was afraid that I would find something I shouldn't know. I paused for a few minutes beside his mobile phone, but Kelsi had already stopped sending. Then I went back to bed and lay down again. Just as I lay down, the man behind me suddenly stretched out his arm and held me in his arms. He muttered, "Baby, I love you." His voice was a little bit vague. Apparently, he was talking in his sleep. However, it warmed my heart. —— The next morning. As soon as I woke up and opened my eyes, I saw Patrick holding his head with his right hand and slightly narrowed his black eyes to look at me. When he saw me open my eyes, he immediately hugged me and said, "Baby, morning." The next second, his kiss fell on my lips a

"Don't open your eyes. You may be suffering snow blindness now." Patrick did not answer my question. Instead, he came over with a medicine chest in one hand and a towel in the other. He let me lie on the sofa. He put the towel on my eyes first, and then said, "I'll bandage your wound. Wait a minute." I lay there obediently, feeling a little regretful for my impulsiveness. "Your feet are completely blue because of the low temperature. Don't be impulsive in the future. If you have something to do, you can just ask me sincerely. How can I not agree?" As Patrick spoke, he gently grabbed my ankle and said, "I will sterilize the wound for you, it will hurt a little." "All right." I nodded. As soon as I finished these two words, I felt a great pain in my ankle. "Ouch—" I took a deep breath in pain. My hand grabbed the towel on my eyes. Patrick firmly pressed my foot. "I will finish my work soon." I nodded, but it hurt so much t