Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 193

It was a small town by the sea. We rode on the bicycles for ten minutes and arrived at a beach. He took me to an old restaurant and had a local breakfast there.

We could see the coastline while sitting there.

I wondered whether I was possessed. As I gazed at the sea, I could even think of Patrick.

All I could think about was Patrick.

Shelton saw through my mind, "Are you thinking about Patrick?"

"No."

I answered in a second.

Shelton heard my answer and couldn't help but smile, "If you answered me with some hesitation, I probably would believe you."

"I..." Hearing his words, unexpectedly, I felt a little embarrassed.

Shelton looked at me, "Don't be shy. Regarding what happened between you and Patrick, I heard some of them. How should I say it? Men always mind that kind of thing. Since Patrick is willing to continue to be with

you, I believe that he loves you."

Shelton was right.

If that kind of thing was confirmed, normally, other men surely wouldn't accept me.

But Patrick accepted me...

At this time, I was full of sadness in my heart, "Mr. Shelton, what should I do?"

"What should I do..."

Shelton took a sip of coffee and asked, "Do you regret being brought abroad by me?"

I thought about it for a moment and answered directly, "I don't regret it."

Hearing my answer, Shelton said with a smile, "That's right. Such an answer from you indicates that you are telling me the truth. Yours just now indicated that you were lying."

I lowered my eyes slightly.

Shelton didn't continue to ask me as he said, "I will go back home next Saturday. You have to think about it in the next week and a half. If you figure it out, go back with me. If not, you should wait for me here."

"Thank you."

"A week and a half?"

In fact, I know that besides intending to see Patrick, I was worried about him.

I pondered on it over and over again and said to Shelton, "Mr. Shelton, I am quite worried about Patrick. Because before I left, his behavior seemed to be a little abnormal. I am worried that he will do something extreme." "Hearing you say so, I also feel that his performance on the birthday banquet that day wasn't normal either." Shelton nodded slightly. "I will help him. Don't worry."

That afternoon, Shelton took me to a market to buy things.

At first, I thought it was a supermarket. As a result, he took me to a second-hand market for the citizens where there were all kinds of things were on sale.

Besides some clothes and furniture, some people were selling vegetables there.

Shelton took me to buy some dishes and tableware in a few minutes.

I felt so great. People here wouldn't look at me with a peculiar look in their eyes.

When we were about to leave the market, we saw an old lady sitting at the door with only a few kinds of vegetables in front of her. One vegetable was...

"How much is it?"

By the time I saw the coriander, Shelton had walked up to the old woman.

The old lady glanced at Shelton and stretched out five fingers.

This price was much higher than those of other vegetables!

This price couldn't be compared with that in the domestic supermarket either. But Shelton didn't even think about it. He directly took out ten dollars and handed it to the old lady. Then he picked up two piles of coriander and left. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

On the way back, I said to Shelton with self-righteousness, "How come you don't ask my opinion as to what kinds of vegetables to buy? What if I don't know how to cook them?"

"I know how to cook them."

Shelton looked at me and smiled confidently.

"You?"

"Yes. I know that you aren't used to the dishes here. So I will take care of your three meals a day in the future. Your responsibility is to accompany me to buy vegetables."

Shelton's words swayed my heart slightly.

"Will you cook? Can you cook?"

In fact, I wasn't convinced by his words.

Shelton smiled and said, "Whoever has eaten the dishes cooked by me all praise my cooking skills."

This time, Shelton and I entered his room. The style of Shelton's room was completely different from that of my room.

It was just like his home in City Y. As always, he maintained his decisiveness well here. And nothing extra was here.

I stood there, watching Shelton wash the vegetables and cut all of them. As for the ones which he wouldn't use, he put them into the fresh food box and put them in the refrigerator. For the ones which needed to be used, they were neatly arranged on a table in the kitchen.

He put the knife away as well.

The table looked a little like the operating table before the operation...

"Is there anything I can do for you?" I stood on the side and watched Shelton get everything in order. For a moment, I couldn't intervene.

Shelton looked at me and said seriously, "You are responsible for resting as well as praising how delicious the food is over the meal later."

"Puff."

I laughed.

In the whole morning, I stood in a place where sunlight could shine through, watching Shelton cook in an orderly manner.

He cooked meat dishes, vegetarian dishes, and soup.

Seeing him cooking was indeed a kind of enjoyment. Shelton seemed to have made a plan for everything in his mind, including what he should do first and what he should do later.

After everything was finished, the table was also cleaned up. It seemed that it had never been used.

Shelton made two vegetable dishes and one meat dish as well as a bowl of tomato with fried egg soup.

He put three dishes and one soup in front of me and said, "Come on. Have a taste of them."

"It's delicious. It's delicious. It's delicious! It's delicious!"

I praised the dishes cooked by him four times in a row.

Hearing my words, Shelton shook his head helplessly, "You've done well in what you're in charge of."

"It's indeed delicious!"

I said affirmatively.

I was confident about my cooking skills. But I had to say that Shelton's cooking skills were far better than mine!

It was rare for a man to cook so well. Hearing my words, Shelton sat down and said with a smile, "Thank you. You are the second person who has eaten the dishes cooked by me."

"You cook so well. Why did you eat instant noodles before?"

I remembered when I had gone to Shelton's house one time, he was eating instant noodles. So I thought he didn't know how to cook.

"I'm alone. And I'm busy with my work. So I don't have time to do this." Shelton took a bite of the food, "You also know that when I was a child, I didn't live in the Cowell Family's house. At that time, I was with my mother. My family was very poor. My mother was busy. And she would go home quite late. My family chores were all taken care of by me, including cooking."

"Sorry, I..."

When I heard Shelton's words, I felt a little embarrassed for a moment.

Although I grew up in an orphanage and that I often needed to take care of children who were younger than me, I didn't have to worry about my life.

In contrast, Shelton was living a much harder life.

Shelton saw my sad look and shook his head, "You don't need to be sorry. I think everything in the past is good. If I were born to grow up in the Cowell Family's house, I probably would become a rich playboy."

He was comforting me.

However, if people could choose, they all wanted to start their lives with a simple model.

After that, my days with Shelton were repeated every day. And we lived a simple life.

This kind of life was very wonderful. Although it was calm and peaceful, I found it meaningful and comforting.

I felt that it would be good if my life kept going on like this.

It wasn't until a few days later that I knew the reason why Shelton has chosen to come here. There had been a serious fire in this town. Many people had got injured in the fire. So many people went out with gauze and masks on their faces, which everyone wasn't surprised about.

What's more, the doctors in this town were very good at dealing with the injuries after the burning.

After I settled down, I went to a hospital in the town. The doctor made further treatment to my face. Because of the previous treatment, the wound on my face had basically healed.

But I didn't restore my face: The left and right sides of my face were uneven. And there were some traces on my nose.

I didn't need to wear a cover. With a mask only, I went out.

According to the doctor, if I wanted to recover my face further, I could only do skin-grafting.

Skin-grafting was a long process. If I wanted to do it here, I would have to stay for at least half a year.

In the blink of an eye, the day before Shelton returned home came.

That day, I accompanied him to buy groceries as usual. On the way back, he asked me, "Have you figured it out? Do you want to go back with me tomorrow?"