Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 287

It was just a card, but when I held it in my hand, I felt it was extremely heavy.

Shelton smiled at me and turned to sign the contract.

The sales lady and the staff member responsible for the contract brought six contracts and put them on the table, and then explained to us one by one.

After they finished the introduction, we started to sign according to their requirements.

When I saw Shelton signed the last contract, I found that he had been writing my name!

"You, you signed wrong!" At that moment, of course, I knew what he was going to do.

I quickly grabbed his hand.

He looked up at me, and his expression seemed to be natural. "There is nothing wrong. I want to write your name."

The sales lady's obvious envy was written in her eyes.

"You don't need to write my name. Just write your name." As I said that, I picked up all the contracts he had signed and handed them to the staff member, and asked "Excuse me, we want to change the name. Could you please replace them?"

"Well..."

The staff member immediately looked like they were in a dilemma.

In fact, the contracts were all printed; it was not troublesome to print a few more contracts anyway.

Shelton rested his hand on my arm and frowned slightly. "We won't get divorced anyway. It's the same to write either your name or mine, isn't it?"

"But..."

"Are you planning to divorce me even before we get married?"

I was about to speak, but Shelton interrupted me.

I had to admit that Shelton was really smart.

His tone was gentle; his words were not harsh. However, he quietly cornered me into a dead end.

I couldn't go back on my word about this marriage.

No matter what would happen, I might have to go on.

I looked at him, smiled, and shook my head. "How would I? Just because I didn't pay for it, I don't think it's appropriate to write my name."

Shelton lowered his head and continued to write his unfinished name. While writing, he said, "It is. I've seen from the Internet that it can give a sense of security to the wife. I just want to give you enough sense of security."

"Thank you..."

In fact, I had money myself, and I didn't need his money and house to get a sense of security.

But since he said something like that, I didn't know how to refuse.

After Shelton signed the last contract, he stood up and looked at me. Suddenly, he drew near me and kissed me on the lips.

I was stunned.

He smiled contentedly and said, "If you say thank you again, you'll owe me a kiss for every time. So, I don't mind you will be repeating it a few times more in the future."

My face burnt.

Shelton followed the staff member to go through the formalities. I stood there, and the sales lady next to me finally said, "Miss Nolan, you're so lucky. I have never seen such a good man as Mr. Cowell in all my career years."

"He's fine."

I looked at the sales lady and smiled slightly.

"It's more than that. It is always the wife who insist on adding her name. Mr. Cowell has paid the full payment and written your name on his own initiative, and he is so thoughtful to you. Few people are like him." The sales lady paused and continued, "But I don't think you appreciate it. Do you really think the best villa of our complex can't be sold after completion for so long?"

Hearing the sales lady's words, I couldn't help but be stunned. "What do you mean?"

"Mr. Cowell paid a deposit to our boss a long time ago and reserved this house especially!"

While the sales lady was talking, another customer came in. She looked at me and said, "Don't put on airs. Mr. Cowell is definitely a good man who only appears once in a hundred years."

After that, she hurried to serve the new customer.

"What's wrong?" When I looked at the back of the sales lady, Shelton had come back.

He put his hand on my shoulder, and his tone was still gentle.

I turned around and looked at him. "Just now, the sales lady told me that you had paid the deposit for this house. Did you also pay a deposit for other houses?"

Generally, if we didn't buy it, the deposit would not be returned.

Shelton smiled and handed a key to me. He said with a smile, "No, I only paid for this one because I guessed you'd definitely like it."

"Really?" I asked.

"Really."

It must be false.

He said that just because he didn't want me to feel burdened.

We left the complex and went to a furniture market. We chose most of the furniture except that for Glenn's room. I hoped he would choose it by himself.

By the time everything was done, it was nearly the time when Glenn's school was over.

Shelton and I would pick him up together.

We parked in a parking lot near the gate of the kindergarten and looked around. The cars around were all luxury ones.

Shelton drove a Lincoln SUV. Although it cost just over one million, it was not the slightest conspicuous among those cars. Instead, it was very low-key.

Most of the people who picked up the children were nannies and mothers.

Some of the rich ladies had gathered around to chat, but when one of them saw Shelton, she quickly came over. "Isn't this Shelton? You're here to..."

"I'm here to pick up my kid with my wife," Shelton replied.

As soon as he finished answering, not only the lady in front of him but also those behind her looked full of envy.

She said, "Oh, you're married? Why haven't I heard of it?"

She looked me up and down as she spoke.

Shelton raised his hand to take me into his arms and said with a smile, "My wife has been in Town S taking care of our child, and she just came back recently."

After hearing this, she gave a meaningful "oh" and left.

As soon as she went back, I heard several other wealthy ladies surrounding her asking, "Who is that man?" Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Someone who knew Shelton answered, "Director of Glorious Light Hospital." After that, she added, "It's a very small hospital."

Hearing what she said, the other rich ladies all showed a smile of understanding.

The expression on their faces seemed to say that the reason why Shelton had time to accompany his wife to pick up his kid was that he did not have good ability, and he ran a small company.

Obviously, Shelton also heard what they said. He held me in his arms, slightly bowed his head, and whispered, "Sorry, did I embarrass you?"

"No." I didn't expect that Shelton would think so, so I hurried to say, "No, their husbands don't have time to accompany them, so they said those words to comfort themselves."

"Well." Shelton patted me on my head. "It's all right. Others won't treat me that way soon."

I looked at him and didn't know why he said that.

In fact, even if Shelton was really a director of a hospital, I would not care about it.

Or rather, I preferred that he just was a director of a private hospital.