Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 308

"I would like to." I directly said so without even pondering on it for a second. After saying this, I whispered, "It doesn't matter if you won't rise again. It will be okay as long as the two of us are together."

Hearing our conversation, Jeremy stood up consciously and left with the computer in his hands.

The ones around us left their seats one after another. And most of them went to circle Shelton.

It was a place where the winner took all. Only the one bidding at the highest price would be the most shining star. And everyone else could only be a backdrop.

The front row was empty soon. Only Patrick and I were still there.

Patrick turned to look at me, "How can I do that? I've said that I will give you the best. If I fail, I'll break my promise."

"It's not a big deal. When I was a teenager, I made money on my own to support myself. Now I'm almost twice as old as before. Even if you don't work, I can support you with ease!"

I knew that Patrick should be in a quite low mood

right now.

Therefore, I tried my best to look relaxed.

He put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me into his arms with a slight force. After a while, he said, "Fool!"

"I... I like my current work very much. And I'm willing to work hard. I can raise myself and you."

I hugged him back and continued.

"Then, what about our child?"

Hearing Patrick's words, I felt that my heart tightened.

Glenn?

"He..."

"I'm sorry about what happened that day. I had to discuss with Kelsi important cooperation that day. So..."

"It doesn't matter. I know."

I knew that c surely hadn't hurt Glenn on purpose.

However hard I warned myself, I would always believe in Patrick unconditionally.

He straightened up and looked at me. He was in a much better mood than he had been before. Curling up the corner of his mouth slightly, he said, "For you, for our child, I will try my best." After that, he patted my hand and said, "Let's go."

When we walked to the entrance of Noah Center, the staff came over and said, "If you are going to the banquet, you should go that way."

It turned out that there would be a banquet after the auction.

"I have other matters to attend to. So I won't go there." After finishing his words, Patrick wanted to leave.

The staff, who was responsible for informing the attendees only, certainly wouldn't force anyone specific to attend the banquet.

"Janetta."

As Patrick and I were about to leave, someone called me from the noisy crowd behind us. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Although there were so many voices, I heard clearly that it was Shelton calling me.

I turned around and saw Shelton walking towards us with a crowd circling him.

The ones around him all looked ingratiated.

I looked at Shelton and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Congratulations! But I have to go first."

I didn't know how I should address Shelton Cowell.

Should I call him Shelton? What he had done was exposed. I couldn't call him like that.

Should I call him Dr. Shelton, Mr. Shelton, or President Shelton?

I, who was at a loss, didn't address him.

Looking at me and then at Patrick beside me, Shelton looked as gentle as ever and said, "There's some time to go before the banquet starts. I want to discuss something with Patrick. Let's go to the lounge together."

"No need. We won't ruin your mood. Uncle Shelton, we'll leave first."

When Patrick spoke, I felt something heavy on my shoulder.

I turned my head, only to find that Patrick had rested his hand on my shoulder.

Patrick placed his hand on my shoulder gently. However, facing Shelton, I felt his hand extremely heavy instead.

At this moment, staring at Patrick's arm on my shoulder, Shelton could no longer disguise himself. Drooping the corner of his mouth, he stretched out his hand and said, "Janetta, come over."

"I... "

"Don't you remember that you're my fiancee?"

Shelton's voice was no longer gentle. And his words sounded like a sharp command!

"I'm sorry. Let's talk about this matter after today."

I couldn't discuss those things with Shelton in front of so many outsiders.

At this time, Patrick said, "Let's go to the lounge."

Patrick surely understood that we couldn't leave even if we wanted to.

We had to solve the problem.

In that case, for the sake of the Cowell Family, we would have to talk in a private place.

Shelton said lightly, "Well, I forgot that the lounge had been exclusive to Patrick for several years."

His words made Patrick especially miserable right now.

We arrived at the lounge.

After we opened the door, we found that there were many guards in black standing inside! So Patrick immediately stopped.

When he was about to turn around and leave, many bodyguards suddenly appeared on both sides of the corridor!

They surrounded us.

Shelton looked outside with a cold look on his face, saying briefly, "Please."

He wasn't inviting us.

There was no way for us to retreat. We could only go in.

After we entered the lounge together, the door to the lounge was closed. Shelton said once again, "Janetta, come here."

"Mr. Shelton, I'm sorry. I'm not going to marry you." With bodyguards here and no outsiders, I had nothing to hide.

"Is it because of Patrick?" Shelton looked at Patrick.

What I said didn't surprise Shelton at all.

"No." I shook my head, stood there, and looked at him, saying, "While I was in a coma, it wasn't you but Patrick who had been by my side. What were you doing during that time? You were asking for someone to screw Patrick's Al research laboratory, trying to destroy him! The reason why Grandpa Cowell persuaded me to get engaged to you was that you threatened him with the Al documents in your hands!"

After hearing what I said, Shelton walked to the sofa, slowly sat down, and said to someone next to him, "Take out the stuff."

At this time, the one next to him opened the file bag in his hands and took out a black portable hard drive and a few things that looked like to be agreements or something.

And after careful observation, I found out the identity of the one taking out the things.

It was Roger Remar!

When I got disfigured, Roger Remar went to see me, saying that he was an assistant to my sponsor.

Looking at Roger and recalling what happened back then, I said in the end, "It turned out that the kidnapping back then was arranged by you, right? It is you who backed me up and protected me from being defiled and turned everything into a false scene, right?"

As I recalled it now, unexpectedly, I had ascertained that Shelton was someone good back then!

I couldn't be more stupid!

"Even if I deny it, you won't believe me now, will you?"

When Shelton said so, his eyes were brimming with sorrow.

But he was right. I wouldn't believe him.

I didn't answer him.

Shelton took two things over from Roger's hands and said, "Do you know what they are, Patrick?"

"All the data on Al research as well as the agreement for the auction this time."

Patrick responded.

He led me to sit on the sofa opposite Shelton.

With his hand on my shoulder from beginning to end, Patrick didn't let go of me for a second.