Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 279

"Is that okay?" Shelton walked to my side and looked down at me.

Through the transparent glasses, I found that his eyes looked gentle and there was some expectation in them.

I looked at him and thought of what had happened.

He was really nice to me and Glenn. Although his love was not the vigorous one, he showered me with silent warmth.

Perhaps this kind of relationship could live long.

I thought for a while and nodded. "Okay. It's up to you."

Hearing this, Shelton knelt on one knee and took my hand. His clear eyes were full of joy. "Thank you for handing the rest of your life to me. I will surely give you all my best."

"No need." I shook my head. "I'll be contented as long as you stay with us."

When I said "we", I meant, of course, me and Glenn.

"Hmm, thank you for giving me this opportunity."

Looking at him like this, I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. "Stand up quickly. It's like you're proposing to me."

"That makes sense." Hearing this, Shelton immediately stood up. He gently placed his hand on the top of my head. "I can never propose to you casually."

"That's not what I meant..."

"That's what I meant."

Shelton held my hand tightly, and his lips curled into a smile.

The joy of me agreeing to his proposal couldn't be hidden even if he wanted to.

Watching this, Ned couldn't help but nod. "Fine, fine, fine. That's settled then. I'll inform them right away."

Shelton took me away. In the car, he asked me, "What are you going to do next? I suggest that you stay in City Y. If you are free recently, I will show you around some new neighborhoods and see which one you like. And, I mean, how about bringing Glenn here? My father will definitely like him."

Listening to his plans for the future, I didn't feel happy at all.

Although I had thought long ago that I would probably marry Shelton in the end.

Now that it was the case, I felt depressed.

Seeing that I did not speak, Shelton asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

"I'm fine. Everything is up to you. I think I'd better go back a few days later and talk to my master about it. After all, I don't have my team here. If I settle here, I'll have a lot of things to consider."

Because Jeremy and Gina treated me badly, I considered Ryan my father.

"Then I'll accompany you."

"No, I can go back by myself. Rest assured, I can handle it."

To reassure him, I gently held his hand that was on the gear.

He kept silent for a moment, and then said, "Okay."

After that incident, he moved all my belongings to the house in City YNo.1, including my computer and my professional books.

We took the elevator upstairs together and looked at my house and his. I hesitated for a while and said, "I still have some work to do."

As I spoke, I opened the door of my house.

Shelton stood behind me, and I could not see his expression.

He remained silent for a few seconds, and finally said, "So what's your next plan? For example, when are you going back to Town S?" "I want to... stay for a couple of days before leaving."

"Okay. Take care of yourself at home. Call me if necessary."

Hearing Shelton's care for me, I suddenly felt somewhat guilty. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

The reason why I decided to leave in a couple of days was because I was worried about Patrick.

I walked into my house, sat in front of my computer, and looked at the dark computer screen. My mind was blank.

How was Patrick now?

Losing such an important thing must have a great impact on him.

However, he was so powerful. There shouldn't be any problem.

I sat there and let my imagination run wild. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep on the chair.

It was unknown to me how much time had passed.

The phone on the table buzzed.

Drowsily, I fumbled for my phone, unlocked the screen, put it beside my ear, and said reluctantly, "Hello."

It's me."

After a moment of silence, I heard a man's voice coming from the other end of the line.

It was a little hoarse.

And deep.

My brain worked for a moment before I identified that it was Patrick!

"Patrick!" When I found it was him, I was not sleepy at all. I opened my eyes and asked, "I heard that something happened to your company. Where are you now? How is it going?"

When I finally finished asking a series of questions, I realized that I had lost my composure.

The man seemed to be a little surprised at the other end of the line. Then I heard a chuckle. "Well, knowing that you care about me, I suddenly feel better."

"No, I just..."

The man interrupted me. "Where are you? I want to see you."

Hearing his words, my heart suddenly beat faster.

"I also..." Before I could say the last four words "want to see you", they were stuck in my throat.

"Tell me, where are you? I'll go find you." The man paused for a moment and added, "Or you can open the door directly." "Open the door?"

I was stunned.

"Could it be that Patrick is in front of my door?"

"That's impossible."

"Yeah, open the door."

There was a certainty in Patrick's voice.

I stood up and walked to the door. Looking at the door handle, I hesitated for a moment before opening the door.

The moment I opened the door, the lights in the corridor lit up.

I saw Patrick standing at my door.

He was dressed in a suit, and his hair was a little unkempt.

When he saw me, he suddenly stepped in, closed the door with one hand, and hugged me with the other. He whispered in my ear, "Don't get engaged. Don't marry him."

The strong smell of smoke and alcohol all surrounded me!

I was held in his arms, but I was unwilling to push him away at all.

However, his words reminded me.

"Yes, I have promised to marry Shelton today. I should keep a distance from Patrick."

"I'm sorry. I can't." Patrick put his arms around me.

I was clearly aware that I couldn't and shouldn't have done this.

But I couldn't bear to push him away.

I wished this moment could last a little longer.

"Then why did you open the door for me? Since you opened the door for me, it means that you have me in your heart," Patrick said, pushing me against the wall behind, bit by bit.

He lifted up my chin with his long and slender fingers.

There was no light in the living room, and only moonlight poured in through the French windows.

I could only vaguely see his facial features. He looked thin, and his face was extremely pale.

His deep eyes seemed bloodshot now. He didn't look like he had a good rest at first sight.

This incident had dealt a huge blow to Towering High.

"You haven't had a good rest for a long time, right?" I felt a pang of pain in my heart. I was so worried that I had no way to hide it. I blurted out, "Why don't you sleep here?"

The "sleep" I said only had a literal meaning.

But when the man heard it, he directly carried mein his armsand said while walking to the bedroom, "Okay, I'll sleep, here with you."

His pauses made me realize what he meant.