Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 481

Not knowing how long it had passed, I felt the car had stopped and he carried me into the house.

It was pitch black in front of me. I opened my eyes a little bit, looked around at the scene in front of me, and realized that I was home.

Our home.

I was carried upstairs by Shelton.

Lying on the spacious and soft bed, I was in a mess. What would happen next?

"What if he really wants to..."

"I can't say no to it anyway."

"After all, I will marry him tomorrow."

I just laid there.

I heard his footsteps coming from far to me. He walked to me and sat on the bed.

When I was waiting for him to do something, I felt he put something on my left ring finger.

An ice-cold thing.

The ring.

He put on the ring for me again.

I felt like a poisonous needle had pierced into my heart. It didn't look like a big deal, but the poison inside was dispersing.

I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling. "Shelton, I don't want to marry you."

"You are drunk."

"I'm not!" I suddenly sat up from the bed and looked at Shelton in front of me. With all kinds of pain in my heart, I said to him, "I have never been as sober as I am now. I really don't want to marry you."

When I said this, perhaps it was the effect of alcohol, the tears that I had held back for a whole night burst!

I only felt that there was mist in front of my sight. Relying on my intuition, I grasped Shelton and murmured, "I don't want to marry you. Please let me go, please!"

As I spoke, I wanted to take off the ring on my left hand. He raised his hand and stopped me.

I ignored him and said, "I don't want to wear this. I don't want to marry you. I really don't want to marry you."

I cried out.

Maybe I really was drunk.

I didn't remember Shelton's reaction at all.

I only remembered that I was kneeling on the bed, crying out, "I don't want to marry you. I really don't want to."

I didn't remember what happened later.

Maybe I was too tired to cry.

I fell asleep.

When I woke up again, the sky outside was already bright.

I looked up at the ceiling and touched the clothes on my body. The clothes had been changed into leisure wear.

My eyes seemed to be swollen because I cried too hard last night.

I sat up and thought for a while. Then I remembered what happened last night.

I had gone to the bar. Shelton had taken me back. Then I had told him that I didn't want to marry him.

Looking around, I didn't see Shelton.

Thinking about what I did last night, I was a little nervous. Would Shelton be angry?

After all, I had never expressed my feeling this clearly before.

I couldn't find the clothes I wore before. I opened the closet and found a new set.

There were all cosmetics on the dressing table.

Although there was no packing box, it could be seen at a glance that they were newly bought.

I sat in front of the dressing table, thinking that I was going to get the marriage license with Shelton today.

From now on, I will be his Mrs. Cowell.

My heart was so sorrowful that I couldn't wait to be rooted in this room and never went out.

However, I was also more aware that this was an impossible thing.

There was a small box on the table, with dozens of lipsticks in it. I opened two of them and selected a more natural color.

I didn't want to give up.

I picked up my phone and called Patrick again.

Same as before.

His phone was turned off.

I looked at the screen with a bitter smile. "Patrick, I'm going to marry someone else, but your phone is still power off. Do you really love me?"

I put the phone away and put the lipstick back to the box.

I walked to the door, took a deep breath, and then opened it.

When I walked out of the room and was about to go downstairs, I heard Shelton talking on the phone.

He said in a cold voice, "I know, I will tell you."

After that, the person called him seemed to say something else. Then he said, "Since you want to embarrass yourself so much, why should I stop you?"

His tone was very cold, which was totally different from the way he treated me.

"Who is he calling?"

I had no idea.

I walked down as if nothing had happened. Shelton heard me coming down the stairs and said to the person, "Goodbye."

Then he hung up the phone directly and left his phone aside.

"Who's calling?" I asked.

Since we were about to get married today, it was not a big deal to ask for who called him.

Shelton's expression did not change. He only said one word, "Kelsi."

Although he was very good at lying, I could feel that he did not lie this time.

I nodded.

Then the servants had finished preparing the

meal.

I sat at the table and rubbed my temples.

Because I get drunk, I felt a little headache.

After breakfast, I glanced at Shelton, who was reading a newspaper, and asked, "When are we going to the City Mall?"

There was no way to escape, it was better for me to ask.

Shelton looked at me. After a moment of silence, he said, "We are not going."

"What?" I was stunned and quickly stood up from my seat. Then I looked at Shelton nervously and said, "What do you mean? I have promised you that I would marry you. You don't want to save Glenn?"

The first thing came to my mind was Glenn.

He had started to have a fever again.

"If he was not treated , I'm afraid that he..."

I didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Shelton, however, unlike me, had a very calm expression. He put down the newspaper in his hand and took something out of his pocket.

I looked at it and found that it was the diamond ring.

He raised the diamond ring and said, "Throw the ring I gave you into a glass. You don't cherish it, and you still want to get marry with me?"

Although his voice was the same as usual, I felt there was a hint of indifference.

"Is he angry?" I thought.

'Sure enough. If it were me, I would be angry too.'

Anyone would be angry about this.

"It's not like that, it's because the bartender didn't sell me wine yesterday because of my identity, so I...I was drunk at that time. I'm sorry."

Shelton looked at me, and there was a hint of mockery in his eyes. "To drown out your sorrow by drinking? Marrying me makes you so anxious?"

His tone made me feel even more certain that he had reneged on his word!

It was the critical time for Glenn's illness, he couldn't afford to waste any time. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Shelton was testing me!

He was wearing down my dignity.