Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 368

Janice hesitated for a moment and said, "In fact, I originally thought that Mr. Shelton was with Emily on a whim. However, after recent observation, I found that the situation didn't seem to be like this."

"What's that?"

"Every time Mr. Shelton calls Emily Welch by her first name, he calls her in an intimate way. When you aren't around, Emily sits on Mr. Shelton's lap sometimes. And Mr. Shelton will look at her with affection in his eyes and speak to her in an affectionate tone. Sometimes, he treats her more affectionately than he does to you..."

What Janice had said made me nervous all of a sudden.

"Is that so?"

"Could it be that Shelton does fall for Emily Welch?"

But I trusted Janice and knew that she wouldn't lie to me.

I lowered my eyes slightly and smiled faintly, "I am glad to hear that. In that case, I can give up my title at any time. If he indeed finds someone he likes, I will congratulate him."

In fact, Emily was better than me.

At least, Emily didn't have someone she loved in her heart. As long as Shelton treated her well, in my opinion, she would treat Shelton wholeheartedly.

Sensing that whatever she said, I was unmoved, Janice stopped saying anything more, sighed, and left.

Lying on the bed, I fell asleep after a long while.

The New Year Holiday was over in the blink of an eye.

Originally, I wanted to leave Glenn at home, asking Lacy to look after him. But he insisted on seeing Cicely. I had no choice but to take him with me and went to Nancy's home.

After that, Nancy and I went to the studio together.

Standing at the door, a few workers were installing a logo of the studio on the wall. Paulina stood on the side.

In the car, I had agreed with Nancy that we should give the only staff in our studio, Paulina, some lucky money. Seeing her at this moment, I took out a red envelope directly from my bag and handed it over to her with a smile, "Happy New Year."

"Wow." Paulina pinched the red packet and said excitedly, "I didn't expect that I would get a red envelope. Thank you both, goddesses!"

We waited for the workers to finish installing the logo. It was the first day of the New Year. We originally thought it would be a leisurely day.

So we planned to go shopping, buy some clothes, and so on later.

We sat down and made a cup of coffee. However, before we could be leisure for long, the doorbell rang unexpectedly.

Paulina went to open the door. Soon, we heard a voice coming from outside, "Excuse me, is it Swallowtail Butterfly Studio?"

"Yes, yes," Paulina responded while letting the speaker outside in.

Nancy and I stood up at the same time.

A woman wearing a professional suit and glasses in her thirties came in. Upon seeing us, she bowed slightly and said, "Hello, my surname is Whelan. I saw your introduction in an internal furnishing magazine."

"Nice to meet you."

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After a few greetings, we roughly understood that the lady surnamed Whelan planned to run a teahouse and happened to see our information in a magazine. Then she saw Nancy's and my resumes on our official website. So she came here soon after the New Year Holiday was over.

Nancy and I invited her into the conference room. Paulina served her with a glass of water.

We started to talk about the specific details.

Speaking of which, it should be considered the first formal project after our studio was founded.

After a while, Paulina pushed open the door once again and poked her head in. Looking at me with a complicated expression on her face, she said, "Janetta, someone is looking for you."

"Looking for me?"

Who would come to find me here?

Paulina smiled wryly and nodded, "Someone is indeed looking for you. Come out quickly."

Nancy said, "You can go. I'll talk to Mrs. Whelan."

"Okay."

I got up and went out with doubts all over my mind.

After going out of the conference room, I saw a man on the sofa of the studio. Wearing a black overcoat, he was reading a magazine on the side with his legs crossed.

He didn't seem to see me come out.

As I was about to turn around and flee, Paulina said, "Mr. Cowell, here

comes Designer Nolan."

The one sitting on the sofa was nobody else but Patrick.

Hearing this, Patrick put down the magazine slowly, looked up at the conference room behind me, and asked, "Do you want to talk with me here or in a car?"

"Why should I talk to you?" I looked at Patrick.

For no reason, when I saw Patrick, I became vigilant.

Speaking of what had happened whenever I encountered him, I shouldn't have let them take place.

At least, as Shelton's fiancee, I shouldn't have done it.

Patrick looked up and glimpsed at the direction of the conference room, saying slowly, "You have a guest here, don't you? I think you probably don't want to talk with me here."

He was calm and unruffled.

Mrs. Whelan visiting us here today was the first official customer after we ran a company. And her project would be our first order this year. I didn't want it to be ruined.

After hesitating for a moment, I said, "Then let's talk outside."

I would talk with him outside rather than in a car.

Patrick nodded, got up, and tidied up his pants slightly before walking to the door.

He walked to the door, stood still, and turned to look at me. It seemed that he wasn't sure whether I would come out with him.

I had no choice but to pick up the coat on the side and go out.

Patrick's car was parked at the door.

I had never seen this car before. Judging from the elongated windows, I knew the car had been converted.

There was only one door on the side.

Patrick stepped forward and opened the car door. Standing outside, I saw a wine cabinet right in front of me.

It seemed that the seats should be on our side.

Standing there, I didn't move, asking, "What's the matter? Just say it."

As Patrick saw me like this, there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. He asked me, "Are you going to watch out for me like this?"

I nodded vigorously.

Patrick couldn't be more frustrated. He walked toward me step by step and questioned somewhat bitterly, "What? As he treats you like that, you would rather be on his side and guard against me. How is that?"

Hearing his words, I felt that my heart seemed to have been wrenched vigorously.

I knew who he is talking about.

However, what did Patrick mean by mentioning how Shelton treated me? Could it be that he was referring to Emily's matter? How did he know?

I was full of doubts, asking, "What are you talking about?"

"Why are you pretending?" Patrick took a few steps forward, lowered his voice, and wrapped me directly in his arms. Lowering his head, he questioned me, "You would rather watch him go to bed with a maid than object to it, right?"

Sure enough, Patrick knew it.

I pushed Patrick with my hands. Hearing what he said, unexpectedly, I wasn't disturbed in the slightest.

I looked calm, "That's our business."

"Your business?" Patrick lowered his head and looked at me, "Your business is my business! He took you away from me by despicable means. But now he doesn't cherish you. Then this matter has something to do with me!" ...I felt that I had been moved all of a sudden.

It turned out that Patrick had come to me for this matter.

At this time, I heard noises coming from the direction of the studio's entrance. Looking slightly sideways, I saw Paulina poking her head out to watch the fun. After a moment of hesitation, I said, "Let's go and talk in the car."