Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 296

As Shirley spoke, she picked up a pen and wrote down a string of numbers at the corner of the paper. Then she tore it off and handed it over to me.

I looked down at the paper and knew that it was her phone number.

I put the note into the pocket of my pants. By the time I looked up again, Shirley had controlled the wheelchair and gone to the elevator.

I followed her.

As soon as we were next to the elevator, the elevator, which was supposed to be on the second floor, unexpectedly went down.

"See? He can't wait any longer."

As Shirley spoke, her face didn't change at all.

She seemed to know what Shelton was thinking about at her fingertips.

Sure enough, the elevator went up with Shelton standing inside. After the door of the elevator opened, he came out, looking somewhat gloomy. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

He had realized that it was a single-sided glass elevator.

Walking out of the elevator and seeing that Shirley and me both standing at the door of the elevator, Shelton managed to curl up the corner of his mouth, asking, "Are you done measuring the size?"

"Yes."

I nodded lightly, intending to get close to him, only to feel somewhat resistant in my heart.

Behind me, Shirley smiled and said, "Dr. Shelton, you haven't seen each other for only a few minutes. How come you came up eagerly?"

Judging from her tone, she seemed to be mocking Shelton.

Without ever looking at her, Shelton said to me, "Now that you're done, let's go for dinner. I've reserved somewhere."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and grabbed my hand, pulling me into the elevator.

His tone wasn't as gentle as before. Instead, it sounded a little impatient.

After we got in the elevator, I pressed a button and waited for Shirley to come in. After Shirley controlled the wheelchair and came in, she slightly gestured to me, saying, "Thank you."

We arrived on the first floor. Shelton wanted to take me away, only to hear Shirley say behind him deliberately, "Rebecca, fetch one of my business cards and give it to Miss Nolan."

"Copy that."

Manager Warren fetched a business card from the front desk quickly, came over, and handed it to me.

Shelton directly stopped her, took the business card over, and put it in his pocket, saying indifferently, "If she needs anything, I'll bring her here next time."

Seeing Shelton do so, Shirley wasn't surprised at all.

She narrowed her almond-shaped eyes and stared at Shelton with a somewhat melancholy smile at the corner of her mouth.

Throughout the whole process later, I didn't say anything. However, staring at Shelton, I had only one question in my mind, that was, what on earth Shelton was afraid of?

What on earth was the secret between him and Shirley, making him fear that I would know it?

I got in the car with him. As he started the car, I couldn't help but ask him, "Shelton, regarding you and Designer Shirley..."

"Don't mention her." Before I could finish my words, Shelton turned around directly and grabbed my hand, saying, "What happened between us is in the past. My future belongs to you alone. And there won't be someone else between us."

He stared at me dedicatedly. It seemed that after he left the wedding dress store, he was as gentle and composed as he used to be.

I looked at him and hesitated for a moment. Then I nodded and stopped talking about Shirley.

However, I felt somewhat uncomfortable in my heart.

Shelton returned the car key and started the car, planning to go to a restaurant. On the way, he asked me, "What are you going to do recently? Now the hospital is no longer heavily guarded. I can accompany you for lunch."

"No need." Hearing what he said, I subconsciously refused. After I finished my words, I felt that I refused him too quickly. So I quickly added, "A designer I used to know invited me to take part in a high- end indoor design competition named Gifted Design Award with her. I may be with her in the following days."

"She has no interest in you, right?"

Shelton looked at me out of the corner of his eyes, slightly curling up the corner of his mouth.

His tone indicated that he was joking.

But I knew that he was asking me intentionally.

"Of course NO." I looked at Shelton. To make him feel at ease, I said deliberately, "What are you thinking?"

The next day, I contacted Nancy. She had rented a small office in an office building in the central city.

I arrived there, only to find that nothing was at the door of the office.

Looking through the glass door, I found that except for a few tables and computers, it was true that there weren't any signs.

I pushed the door open and went in.

Nancy was dedicated to drawing on the computer.

"Are you working here?" I looked around and said with a smile, "How did Uncle Boris find you? If I were asked to come here, I would have ascertained that it was a leather bag company."

Knowing that I was joking, Nancy didn't get angry. She stood up, picked up a small booklet next to her, and handed it over to me, "Read this. It is about the high- end indoor design competition named Gifted Design Award."

I roughly looked through the booklet and found that there would be a salon auction after the design competition was over.

The participants with the awarded works could get a bonus. Besides, among all the awarded works, the excellent ones would be auctioned solely.

To put it simply, the participants could earn money and become famous, which sounded indeed good.

I put the booklet aside and pretended to be serious, "Well, I feel that if I don't encounter any accidents, I can book the second place in advance."

"Okay, then I'll make a reservation for the third place."

Nancy glanced at me with a smile at the corner of her mouth, joking with me.

The conditions for signing up for this competition were that the participants should have final works related to large- scale interior design over the recent two years, which was slightly harsh for most designers.

If it were five years ago, I wouldn't have been qualified to sign up for this competition.

But now, it wasn't a problem for me.

Using Nancy's computer, I got all the cutaway views, design sketches, and some detailed drawings of my previous works among the documents in my drive and submitted my work.

After Nancy finished her sign-up, we would wait for the organizer of the competition to review us.

The conditions for signing up for the competition this time probably were too high. That afternoon, Nancy and I both received, saying that we had finished signing up for the competition.

However, as for the specific topic of the competition, it could only be revealed after the organizer no longer accepted the signing-up.

In other words, we could only the topic three days later.

I didn't have any schedule for the next three days, which Shelton didn't know. So I seized the chance and called Shirley.

I requested to meet her in person.

Initially, considering Shirley's disabilities, I wanted to go to the wedding dress store to look for her, only to be rejected by her.

In the end, we made an appointment at a cafe near Nancy's office.

I waited for her at the door of the cafe early.

Shirley arrived in a modified Toyota Alpha. The car drove to the door of the coffee shop. When the car door opened, a low- pitched platform automatically landed.

Seeing her control the wheelchair and get out of the car, I went to support her hurriedly.

It wasn't until she landed steadily on the ground that she said to me, "Thank you."

I helped Shirley push open the door and entered the cafe together with her. Shirley had already booked a private room here.

Upon seeing her, a waiter took us there directly.

When the dishes we had ordered were all served, Shirley picked up a cup of coffee in front of her and took a sip of it. Then she raised her head and looked at me, saying flatly, "Shelton is not a good person. You should know it very well. I advise you to leave him earlier so that you won't end up the same as me."