Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 297

Shirley's words startled me.

I didn't expect that as soon as she saw me, she would say so.

Sensing that I was shocked, Shirley put the coffee cup on the table in front of me, looked at the lipstick mark on the rim of the cup, and said, "Maybe I should have told you this more tactfully. Although I don't have much contact with you, I can see that you are a kind-hearted and naive girl. You are not suitable for him."

"Can... Can you tell me about what happened between you two?"

After the MERS Virus incident in the hospital, I felt that Shelton did hold an important position in my heart. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

However, after trying the wedding dress and seeing the look in his eyes that day, I felt a little hesitant about marrying him.

Shirley asked me, "Are you interested in it?"

"Well, I want to know more about him." I nodded.

Although Shelton spoiled me very much, I felt that he would never be as simple as Seth.

Leaning on the back of her chair, Shirley gazed at somewhere else as if she were recalling.

I didn't say anything.

After a few minutes, Shirley said slowly, "When I was 19 years old and a sophomore, I was transferred from the Academy of Medical Science to the Academy of Clinical Medicine. I happened to be in the same class as him."

"Are you a doctor as well?"

I was a little surprised. After all, there was a great gap between being a doctor and being a wedding dress designer.

Looking at me, Shirley smiled. "Yes. But I have been fond of drawing and design since I was a child. Unfortunately, I was born in a traditional medical family and had no choice but to study at the Academy of Medicine."

As she said so, she revealed a hint of helplessness on her face.

I could understand her feeling.

"At that time, because of my family and my conditions, I was sort of popular in the academy. Many boys chased after me every day. However, Shelton didn't care about me. Instead, he went to the library every day and studied there dedicatedly." When she said this, she smiled at me self- deprecatingly, "We are all born to be bitchy. The more fervently other boys chased after me, the less interested I was in them. The more disinterested Shelton was in me, the more I liked him."

"At that time, he..."

"At that time, he was still a poor boy. And he hadn't been accepted into the Cowell Family. His only goal was to work hard on his study, find a good job, and make money to provide his mother with a good life. At that time, I was actually moved by his simple thoughts. Now that as I recall, I realize that it was a set of rhetoric that he specially tailor-made for me."

Looking helpless, she continued, "Later, we were with each other. In the last year of our college, we had to go for internships. Using my family's connections, I arranged for him to work as an intern with me in a hospital run by my family. Then he gave his bank card to me..."

"Then, do you know what happened to his mother? When did his mother die?"

Never had I heard Shelton mention his mother.

Meilan held her chin and thought for a moment, saying, "I only met his mother once. At a glance, I knew that his mother was a beauty in her young days. Unfortunately, because of the cruelty of time and the torture of life in the long term, she, who was only in her forties when I saw her, looked older... Before Shelton graduated from college, his mother died of illness. Moreover, within a few days after his mother passed away, Shelton's father came to him and took him back to the Cowell Family."

There was no such a coincidence in the world.

Hearing her say so, I understood, saying, "Grandpa Cowell has been paying attention to him and yet refused to take the initiative to reconcile with his mother. Did he come to Shelton right away after his mother died?"

"Yes." Shirley nodded, looking sadder, "Now that as I recall, from that time on, he began to change. Or maybe he has always been the same. It is just that I haven't noticed it before."

"What kind of person do you think he is?"

I asked closely.

Shirley looked at me with a profound and inexplicable expression as sorrow filled all over her beautiful and almond-shaped eyes, saying, "I loved him once. I don't want to slander him. Because of my love for him, I sacrificed much and made some mistakes. I want to persuade you to leave him. He loves nobody but himself..."

"How could it be..."

Hearing Shirley's words, I was stunned.

"Crack."

As I intended to question Shirley further, the door of the private room was suddenly pushed open.

I tilted my head and saw Shelton standing there with the orange and warm light at dusk shining on his body. Even so, he looked indifferent.

Upon seeing me, he, who originally looked harsh, immediately became gentle. Pulling my hand, he said, "Let's go."

At this moment, I felt creepy all of a sudden.

Why would Shelton be here?

How did he know I was here?

Although he pulled me, I sat on the chair and didn't move at all.

Seeing Shelton, Shirley was somewhat surprised. However, she quickly restrained herself and said with a calm expression, "Dr. Shelton, why did you chase us here? I am here to talk with Mrs. Shelton about the details of her wedding dress."

"Really?" Shelton looked at her. At this time, I felt that the gentle smile on his face was a mask that indicated that he was hypnotic.

As for what behind the mask was...

I had no idea about it.

And it was because of this that I was struck with fright.

Shirley nodded faintly, "Yes, we've known each other for more than 20 years anyway. Although we weren't together in the end, I hope you'll be happy. I think Miss Nolan is a good person. So I don't intend to break you up."

"Well, it's me who contacted Designer Shirley. Because I have some ideas about my wedding dress." I managed to put on a smile.

Hearing this, Shelton changed his mind. He pulled the chair next to me and sat down, saying, "Oh, sorry, I was nervous. Then I'll wait for you."

Seeing him sitting there, unexpectedly, I couldn't say any word.

It was surprisingly quiet in the small private room.

Neither Shirley nor I said anything.

Finally, amid the depressing atmosphere, I gave in. Curling up the corner of my mouth by force, I said to Shelton, "We have almost finished our discussion. Let's go."

"Allright."

He stood up, pulled out the chair for me, and pulled my hand, walking me out of the cafe.

He was as gentle as he used to be.

However, as he made a series of movements, he didn't even look at Shirley.

But I saw that when Shelton said that he was leaving, Shirley had been looking at him with unconcealable sadness on her face.

Although Shirley didn't reveal how long she had been with Shelton, I knew that they should have been together for many years.

Speaking of their feelings for each other over many years, Shelton probably had let go of it. But Shirley never got over him.

After walking out of the cafe, I sat in Shelton's car and couldn't help but ask him, "How did you know I was here?"

"Did someone inform him? Or did he eavesdrop on my calls?"

"Or has he been keeping watch on me all this time?"

Staring at me, Shelton rubbed my hair with his hands. Then he smiled faintly and explained, "I know that you are making blind and disorderly conjectures. I didn't follow either of you. I happened to see Shirley's car at the door of the cafe."