Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 253

I knew it. I always knew that Shelton would be a good husband as well as a good father.

However...

"You are my best choice. But..." Staring at Shelton, I hesitated for a moment and said, "You are so good that I want to completely let go of the past before accepting you. Otherwise, it is unfair to you."

Wearing a pair of transparent- framed spectacles, Shelton looked as gentle as ever. Hearing what I said, he revealed a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

He wasn't surprised to hear my words at all.

He reached out and grabbed my hand, passing the warmth on his palm to me. And he shook his head gently, "I won't force you to prioritize me. As long as I'm by your side, I will be fine with it. You don't have to put too much pressure on yourself."

"You're always like this. That's why I wanted to prioritize you."

I said to Shelton.

I was no longer a child.

I surely knew that I had to be with someone

who deserved my love.

After that day, Patrick kept his words and didn't contact me anymore.

A week later, after having a morning briefing with Calvin and others, I planned to continue working on my design in a small compartment.

I was in charge of this project only in City Y. The office space in the Design Institute in City Y was limited.

In the end, they vacated a limited space for me rather than arrange a special office for me.

Most of the time, I was fine with this. It was just that I couldn't concentrate with many people around.

When I held the materials for the morning briefing in my hands and went to the door of the office, I saw several designers standing there, looking into the office and whispering to each other.

"What's wrong?"

I walked over and looked into the office as well.

Unexpectedly, someone was sitting in front of my computer!

It was Patrick!

"Why is he here?"

"He is waiting for me!"

"As long as I don't go over to him, he won't leave."

Helplessly, I had no choice but to brace myself and walk over to him. Standing in front of my office desk, I asked Patrick, "Mr. Cowell, what can I do for you?" NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

Patrick looked around and looked up at me, "Do you work on the design here?"

He had no longer other emotions on his face as he used to do. When he talked to me, he spoke formally.

Feeling slightly relieved in my heart, I nodded.

"Yes."

He nodded, stood up, and put his hands in his pockets, saying, "I have prepared a temporary studio for you. It's a two-story studio. You can live upstairs and work downstairs. You can live there while working on this project."

"There's no need, Mr. Cowell." I subconsciously rejected him.

Patrick walked two steps outside. Hearing that I refused him, he wasn't surprised at all. He paused and said, "This club is quite important to me. You, the designer, are the most important step and the guarantee of the entire project's success. For the sake of this project, you deserve to be treated like this."

"Mr. Cowell, I can work on my design here..."

"OK. Then I will kick these people out so that you can enjoy this office alone."

As I wanted to refuse, Patrick's words immediately made me hold myself back.

The Institute of Gaden Designing in City Y was located relatively close to the city center.

It was old, taking up a small-sized area.

If these designers were kicked out, there surely weren't any other offices for them.

Helplessly, I had no choice but to compromise, "I'll go to the office arranged by you hen."

I packed up my things. Patrick asked his men to move the computer and the documents for me.

Two hours later, leaving the Institute of Gaden Designing in City Y, I moved to the studio that Patrick had prepared for me.

This studio was quite awesome. It was a two-story building next to the People's Park of City Y.

The studio wasn't quite spacious. But its lighting was quite good.

There were two big tables on the first floor.

To be honest, I favored a big table.

I could put all the documents and pictures on the table. For whatever I needed, I just to rummaged for it without fearing that things would fall to the ground.

There was a separate room next to it. And the tables inside were arranged in a reverse shape.

At first glance, it was a conference room.

To tell the truth, this studio was simply too great!

When I saw it for the first time, I couldn't hide my satisfaction with it in my heart.

Behind me, Patrick came over and asked, "Do you like it?"

The car where his bodyguards sat arrived as well. They moved my computer in and asked, "Where should we put this computer?"

"Put it here."

I pointed at the large table and said.

After that, I turned to say to Patrick, "I like this studio. Thank you so much."

"Okay." Patrick nodded and looked at me. His eyes were dark and bright. After the bodyguards put down the computer and went out, he asked me, "This is my compensation for what happened that day."

"Compensation?"

I was stunned for a moment. Soon, I remembered what had happened in Shelton's house that day.

My face instantly became a little blushed. I walked to the side of my computer hurriedly and said as I installed the computer, "Thank you, Mr. Cowell. Just leave the rest to me."

"It doesn't matter that I stay here with you for a little longer."

As Patrick spoke, he walked to the small pantry area where there was a capsule coffee machine.

He made coffee, took out a black mug from the cabinet, and poured the coffee in it. Then he took a sip.

Looking at the coffee cup in his hands, I couldn't help but ask, "Is it your cup?"

As far as I knew, Patrick certainly would get a cup and use it casually.

"Yes." He raised the mug in his hands, "It is my mug. Remember not to let anyone else use it."

"Mr. Cowell, I don't think it's necessary for you to leave your mug here. After all, you won't have much chance to come here."

I was a little flustered.

"Could it be that Patrick is going to come here frequently in the future?"

I suddenly realized that I probably would be the only one here if I worked here on usual days.

"Well..."

"I will come here to see how your work is going on occasionally." Of course, Patrick read my mind. He added, "But what happened last time won't happen again. We are just colleagues."

He spoke quite slowly before he finished his words.

He seemed to be emphasizing that we were just colleagues.

"Okay."

Since Patrick said so, it wouldn't be appropriate for me to say anything further.

When I was installing my computer alone and cleaning up my things, he came over and asked me, "Do you need my help?"

"No need. I can do it by myself."

As I spoke, I deftly installed the computer.

I turned on the computer.

After the screen of the computer was lit up, I moved other documents over.

Seeing me do these things on the side, Patrick suddenly said, "Starting from can you do anything well by yourself?"

I was stunned.

I turned around to look at him.

There was a calm expression on his face. I couldn't tell his intention judging from the look on his face. Neither did I know what he meant.

Fearing that he was trying to trick me into revealing information to him, I thought about it for a moment and answered, "I have been like this since I was a child. My parents taught me from an early age that I have to count on myself for everything."