Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 305

Seeing my reaction, Shelton was a little surprised. And I was stunned for a moment. Realizing that what I had done just now wasn't appropriate, I quickly approached him, bowed my head, and said guiltily, "I sprained my ankle."

Even I wasn't convinced by my own lie.

Hearing my words, Shelton put his hands in his pocket and said gently, "Be careful."

After picking Glenn up, we went to have dinner. Over the dinner, Shelton seemed to behave himself and no longer did anything too intimate to me.

In the evening, after Glenn fell asleep, I lay restlessly in bed and heard that my cell phone rang.

I looked down and saw that it was a text from Shelton.

And the brief text read, "Come to my house."

After reading the text, I quickly put my cell phone aside, pretending that I had fallen asleep. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

However, I received another text from Shelton soon, which read, "I know you didn't fall asleep. Didn't you sprain your ankle today? I'll help you to

check it out."

It seemed that Shelton could perfectly guess my thoughts every time.

Wearing thin leisure clothes, I shrouded myself with a knitted coat before opening the door.

The door of Shelton's house was half-open.

I pushed the door open and went in directly.

Inside the house, wearing neat clothes, Shelton sat on the sofa with a medicine kit and many new drugs on the tea table.

"Well, you are..."

"I am organizing the medicine kit and adding some standing medicine." As Shelton spoke, he took out a bottle of ointment from the medicine kit, patted the sofa next to him, and said, "Come on. Sit here."

"Okay."

I did as he said obediently.

Based on what Patrick had said, the way I thought it, there was a 90% probability that I would marry Shelton.

In that case, instead of resisting, I'd better accept it so that Shelton probably wouldn't hurt Glenn.

Shelton removed my slippers and checked my ankles respectively, saying, "It seems that you are fine."

"Yes." I nodded, "I got sprinkled slightly back then. You're too concerned about me."

Raising his head, he looked at me, "I will always put your business as top priorities. No matter how petty it is, I will prioritize it as well."

His words made me nervous.

I looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Shelton, do you... do you love me?"

Shelton was stunned by my question, looking frustrated, "It turns out that... I didn't express my love for you clearly, right? How come you need to ask me for confirmation?"

"How can it be? Shelton's love for me is so blatant."

"He is so good to me. If he doesn't love me, what else can it be?"

I hesitated for a moment before saying, "I just think that you are so good and so excellent. And I am not worthy of you at all. Moreover, I have Glenn by my side. I don't know why you love me instead." Tilting his head, Shelton looked at me and said word by word, "When it comes to loving someone, if there is a specific reason for it, it probably won't betrue love."

Hearing his words, I was nervous.

As he said this, I thought of Patrick.

What Shelton had said made sense. Recalling what Patrick had done before, I found that I couldn't find a valid ground for falling for him.

Even so, I fell for him.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Shelton held my hand and gently kissed it before saying, "I love you. There is no reason for it. But I know that you are the only one that I will love for the rest of my life."

"How can you be so sure?"

Hearing his words, I was guilty.

"Yes, I'm very sure." Shelton stood up, bent down to hold me in his arms, and whispered in my ear, "So, you have to marry me, please. And you can only marry me..."

As Shelton uttered the latter half of his sentence, he spoke quite softly.

But I heard his words clearly.

In my heart, I always faintly felt that he was hinting at something.

The next day, before I arrived at Nancy's office, I received a phone call from her.

She said mysteriously, "The result of the Gifted Design Award is out. Do you know who is the number one?"

"Of course, it's you."

I said without hesitation.

To tell the truth, I had seen Nancy's work.

And I thought her work was more mature than mine.

"No, no, no, no." Nancy denied it and asked, "Where are you now?"

"I'm downstairs."

At this time, I happened to get out of the car and stood at the entrance of her office building.

Hearing that I was here, Nancy thought for a moment and said, "Then you come up first."

The result of the design competition was announced on a website. It wasn't inconvenient for me to check it on my cell phone. So I didn't click open it.

As soon as I arrived upstairs in an elevator, Nancy rushed over and said, "We are both ranked at the first place!"

"What?"

I was stunned.

I thought of many possibilities. But I never thought that there would be joint firsts in the design competition.

"We share the first place." Nancy said excitedly, "And I received a phone call from the organizer just now. They won't sell our works at a salon auction. Instead, they will hold a small auction for our works solely, catering to the businessmen in City Y."

"Will they treat us so preferentially?"

After all, it would cost the organizer a lot of money to hold an auction.

Facing such a good thing, I was somewhat incredulous.

Nancy nodded, "Yes. I wasn't convinced at first, thinking that it was a fraud call. As a result, the website has released an update and invited all the businessmen across the whole City Y, saying that the auction will be held next month."

To be honest, facing this matter, I felt like in a dream.

It went in so smoothly that I was incredulous.

I sat on the chair, turned on my computer, and read the update on the website. The organizer displayed the works of Nancy's and mine solely and indicated clearly when the auction would be held and to which mailbox the participants of the auctions should send their emails.

When I was reading the relative information, Nancy's cell phone rang again.

She picked up the call and heard what the one over the phone said, looking a little embarrassed. After a while, she looked at me and said to the one over the phone, "I know. And I will tell her."

It wasn't until Nancy hung up the call that she told me that the caller was both the organizer and the investor of the Gifted Design Award.

Knowing that Nancy and I were together, they wanted to invest in a company in our name. After that, they would be responsible for taking on the projects. And we only had to focus on the design.

It was originally a good thing. But Nancy and I, who both worked as free designers, originally didn't want to be tied to a company.

I shook my head and said, "Sorry, I may not be able to participate in this. If you want to go for it, I will support you."

Hearing my words, Nancy thought about it and said, "I don't want to go either. We have to refuse them with an excuse."

"We can refuse them directly. How come we need a reason?" I was puzzled.

"Well, after all, after we participated in this design competition, the auction operation of our works is still in their hands. We can't offend them." Nancy sat in the chair, drank coffee, and thought for a while. Then her eyes lit up. Rushing over, she pulled me, "Janetta, let's set up a two- person studio in City Y."

"What?”

I was stunned for a moment.

However, I soon felt that Nancy had made a quite good proposal.

The influence of the Gifted Design Award this time was originally great. In addition, they were going to hold a small auction for our works. In this way, although we wouldn't join their company, we could cooperate with them instead.

Gifted Design Company was well-known all over the country.

I nodded, "Okay, I think it's okay."

Seeing that I agreed, Nancy sat back in her seat, picked up the pen next to her, and said, "Then... How should we name our studio?"