Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 174

The moment I took off Shelton's glasses, I suddenly felt that he seemed to be a little different.

His face looked angular with a protruding nose bridge and thin lips.

Because he was asleep, there wasn't any smile at the corner of his mouth. And he looked very indifferent.

When I looked at him quietly, he suddenly opened his eyes!

As soon as he looked at me, I felt chilling all over my body.

It was unknown whether it was my illusion. As soon as Shelton woke up, he was full of rage, showing that strangers shouldn't approach him.

I couldn't help but fall back.

I put his hands on the ground and sat on my buttocks.

"Crack!" There was a loud noise.

I thought for a second before I realized what the sound meant.

Shelton touched his face and frowned slightly

as he asked, "Did you see my glasses?"

I moved my butt a little and rummaged through the ground.

I first touched a metal arm. And I picked it up, feeling that it was very light.

Judging from the weight, there was only one arm. I rummaged through the ground again. And soon, I found the lens.

Shelton kept looking at me with a faint smile.

I was a little embarrassed. As I handed the broken lens and arm to him, I said awkwardly, "Sorry. Seeing that the glasses were about to slip down your nose, I planned to take them off for you."

Shelton lowered his head and checked his glasses to make sure that he couldn't use them anymore. Then he frowned slightly and said, "This pair of glasses had been with me for several years. I have been attached to it."

"I'm sorry." Hearing his words, I felt even more sorry. So I hurriedly said, "How about I prescribe you another similar one?"

"This pair of glasses was produced several years ago. It surely has been out of stock."

When Shelton spoke, his expression was serious, which I rarely saw.

I regretted it so much, thinking that I shouldn't have helped him take off his glasses. He had comforted me with good intentions. But I crushed his glasses under my buttock...

When I was struggling in my heart, Shelton suddenly placed his hand on the top of my head, rubbed my hair, and said, "If you go to prescribe one with me, I will forgive you."

"Huh?"

I looked up at him blankly.

"Don't you want to?"

"I do! I do!"

I nodded desperately.

Shelton smiled and stood up. Then he tidied up his clothes and said, "After I take back the shirt outside, we'll leave."

"I'll do it."

I did so to atone for my sins.

I ran outside hurriedly, took the shirt back, and packed it up carefully before handing it over to Shelton. He entered another room and hung his shirt there before coming out.

He took the car key and said, "Let's prescribe glasses."

Seeing that Shelton wanted to drive, I couldn't help but feel nervous, "Can you drive without glasses? Why don't we take a taxi?"

"Are you afraid?"

Shelton turned to look at me. And the look in his eyes showed that he kind of saw through me.

I nodded.

He reached out his hand to rub my hair and said, "Don't be afraid. I'm not shortsighted."

Only then did I get in his car with ease.

This house was on the edge of the outer ring road of City Y. It wasn't at the center of the city. Neither was it in the suburb. The price of a quiet house in such a place surely was high.

Even so, I didn't voice my confusion.

I saw Shelton driving in a familiar way in the downtown area.

Only then did I believe that he wasn't indeed shortsighted. So I couldn't help but ask, "If you aren't shortsighted, why do you have to wear glasses?"

Shelton focused on driving.

He didn't seem to hear my question.

At first, I didn't care about it. Neither did I intend to ask him again. However, I heard his answer, "I look fierce. If I don't wear glasses, I may scare the little kids."

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"Yes, you are a child in my eyes."

The traffic light happened to be on at this time. Shelton turned to look at me. Indeed, as he said, although he, who didn't wear any glasses, had a smile on his face, he had a sense of alienation, making others feel that he wasn't approachable.

"You're just a little older than me," I said, feeling unconvinced, "What right do you have to call me a little kid?"

"You are 25 years old. And I am 36 years old. When I graduated from primary school, you were just born. So in my eyes, you are just a little child."

Shelton said matter-of-factly.

I frowned and found that I indeed couldn't refute.

However, I recalled that when I was in the orphanage, the teachers there often told me, "You, who have grown up, have to take care of children younger than you." Some even said, "You are already

ten years old. And you are going to help your brothers and sisters wash their clothes."

The teachers there told me a lot of things like this.

As soon as I was sensible, I knew how to wash clothes. And I had been taking care of kids who were younger than me.

The teachers had been emphasizing that I was an older child, and that I had to take on a lot of responsibilities.

But none of them had ever said that I was a child.

I looked at him in a daze.

At this time, the color of the traffic light changed. Shelton looked forward and patted me on the shoulder with his hands, "You can treat me as your elder. And you can always be a child in front of me."

Shelton's words indeed hit me in my heart.

That day, I accompanied him to prescribe glasses. And then he took me to have a meal.

As we were going to leave, we saw a couple wearing high school uniforms at the door of the shopping mall. The girl said that she wanted a balloon. And the boy bought her one.

I just looked at them.

Unexpectedly, Shelton an over and bought me a balloon!

As he paid the bill, I rushed over and said, "Why do you buy this?"

"I will give it to my little friend." As Shelton said, he put the balloon into my hand and smiled, "My little friend, take it."

I looked at him in a daze.

And I was a little absent- minded for a moment.

It was unknown whether it was because Shelton didn't wear any glasses today that I felt that he had a kind of magic at this moment.

It made me feel happy to be with him.

I went home with the balloon.

When I opened my eyes and saw the balloon the next morning, I was in a much better mood.

When I was having breakfast in the company's canteen, Paulina saw me from a distance, took her plate, and walked to my side.

After sitting down, she said mysteriously, "Charlotte Archer, what happened in the competition of the final? After the final, two design masters are gone."

"What?"

Hearing her words, I was confused.

Seeing that I didn't understand her words, Paulina frowned and said, "Ah? Don't you know that? Yesterday, the management of the company issued an announcement, saying that Mabel was fired."

"Was she fired?" This piece of news was like a bombshell to me! I quickly asked, "Why?"

"I don't know." Paulina shook her head, "It is said that she got fired because of her violation of the rules in the final. Even Mrs. Emerson didn't stand up for her this time."

"Violation of the rules in the final?"

"How did Mabel violate the rules?"

"Most likely, it is related to Nancy's business!"

"Wouldn't Mabel have an easy life by being fired just like this?"

Staring at my

expression, Paulina immediately became excited, "Wow, as expected, you know what it is. Tell me what it is."

I glanced at her, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I don't know."

After getting off work that day, I went to Towering High Group.

When I was hesitating downstairs, wondering whether I should go up to find Patrick, I saw Jeremy coming out of the building.

When he saw me, he took the initiative to greet me, "Miss Archer."