Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 228

The next morning, I got up to pack up my things.

I chose a set of formal dresses which wouldn't get wrinkled easily. Besides a few sets of clothes for casual occasions and two sets of swimsuits, all other things were cosmetic products.

I hope I could be as beautiful as possible on that day.

After I packed up my things, I cooked a bowl of noodles by myself.

Originally, I wanted to add some chili to the noodle. However, as soon as I opened the lid...

"Ugh." I couldn't help but feel sick!

I rushed to the bathroom immediately.

But I didn't throw up anything.

I couldn't be more familiar with this kind of feeling!

I took out my cell phone to count the days, only to find that my period should have come last month. However, I was too busy finding a new job that I didn't pay any attention to it...

The fate indeed had played a trick on me.

As I was going to attend Patrick's wedding, I was pregnant.

It was the third child of Patrick and I.

I forced myself to finish the noodles.

When I was about to sit down to have a rest, Shelton came and asked, "Can we set off now?"

"Okay." I forced myself to cheer up.

Shelton drove the car out of the residential quarter. When we passed by a pharmacy store, I hesitated for a moment and shouted, "Can you stop the car? I'm going to buy some medicine."

Shelton stopped the car. And I went to the pharmacy store to buy a pregnancy test.

I secretly stuffed it into my bag.

After we arrived at the airport and checked in all the luggage, Shelton and I strolled between all kinds of tax-free stores.

At this time, goods of a limited edition for Valentine's Day could be seen everywhere. Women couldn't resist its temptation.

I looked around and thought of the deposit in my bank account. In the end, I only chose a kind of limited-edition eye shadow.

It was red.

I didn't have much knowledge about the eye shadows of this color.

I bought it sort of to challenge myself.

When I was paying the bill, Shelton handed his bank card to the salesgirl.

I quickly stopped him and said to the salesgirl, "Use my credit card instead."

As I said that, I wanted to take my wallet out of my purse in a panic. I took my wallet out anxiously. And the pregnancy test on the top of the bag also fell out.

Seeing the pregnancy test, Shelton was stunned for a moment. He pushed my wallet back and smiled gently, "How come you want to pay the bill when you are out with me? Do you want the salesgirl to look down on me?"

At this time, I stopped arguing with him and quickly bent down to put the pregnancy test back into my bag.

Unconsciously, I looked blushed in shame and embarrassment.

After we paid the bill, Shelton and I went to a first- class lounge. After a waiter served us two cups of tea, Shelton took a sip of the tea and asked, "The baby is Patrick's, right? How long have you been pregnant?"

"Two months." I held up the teacup and looked at Shelton imploringly, "Please! Never should you tell Patrick about this. This child belongs to me alone. And it has nothing to do with him."

Shelton looked at me. He was silent at first.

Later, he sighed and said, "Don't you think you are a little selfish by doing so?"

"Am I selfish?"

"Among the young patients in our hospital, some of them are raised by single mothers. Although women are omnipotent sometimes, it is unfair for children to live in a family where men are absent."

"Is that so?"

When I heard Shelton's words, I couldn't help feeling a little hesitant in my heart.

However, Patrick was about to get married. And I couldn't ask him to be responsible for this child.

It surely would hurt Kelsi as well if I did so.

Moreover, Patrick wouldn't be necessarily responsible for me. It was likely that he would only shoulder his responsibilities by giving me money.

If it were a boy, he probably would be taken away by Patrick directly. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

My heart was in a mess. Later, I got Shelton's point and quickly said, "Could it be that you want me to abort the child? I will never get rid of the child!"

Shelton was dumbfounded by what I had said.

He was stunned for a moment. Then he said with a smile, "I don't mean that. Every child has the right to come to this world."

I felt much more at ease in my heart after hearing what he had said.

I spoke nothing, so Shelton went on, "I just think that in the future, someone should play the role of being the child's father."

Hearing his words, I squinted at him.

I understood his meaning a little bit. But I didn't seem to understand all his words.

Shelton smiled, "I probably will never get married in this life. Before you find your Mr. Right, I can take care of you as an elder."

"I'm not a child. I don't need anyone to take care of me."

I laughed and said.

Somehow, I felt a little touched when I heard Shelton's words.

"You are a child."

"But..." I thought about it for a moment, "Mr. Shelton, you are still young. If you meet someone you like someday, you will be in a different mood. In the future, I will take good care of my child and myself."

All in all, I couldn't be so selfish.

After all, Shelton was only in his thirties. And there were surprises everywhere in the world, weren't there?

Shelton and I got off the plane.

We got on a yacht.

After we boarded the island, it was still in the afternoon.

It was a deserted island when I had come here last time. However, this time, it looked completely different.

As soon as we boarded the island, we saw pink and white balloons everywhere.

We saw roses as well.

Waiters in suits were everywhere.

We boarded the island. After a waiter came to check the invitation cards, we were arranged to a villa near the beach.

After taking us there, the waiter put down the luggage, intending to leave. But he was stopped by me. I asked, "Hello, may I know whose room is it?"

The waiter looked at me and then at Shelton. He suddenly realized something and said, "I'm sorry. I thought you were here together. Please come with me."

The waiter led me to a room next door.

It was clear that there weren't many guests this time.

After I sat in my room, I heard someone shouting outside soon, "Is anyone there?"

This voice sounded both firm and soft. I only heard someone talking in this way. So I could tell who he was at once.

As expected, when I got up and walked to the door, I saw Amy standing there.

He was wearing a loose colorful skirt with a sun-protective suit outside. And there was a large makeup box in his hands.

As soon as he saw me, he walked in, "Hello, Miss Archer. Mr. Cowell said that I would be in charge of your makeup over the next few days."

"Will you do makeup for me?"

I was stunned.

"Yes, it is because of you that I can attend his wedding." Amy put down the makeup box in his hands, looked at the beach behind him, and said with a happy face, "This is my first time to go to a private island. It's so great!"

Looking at Amy, I couldn't feel more complicated in my heart.

"What does Patrick mean by doing so? Is he afraid that I, his ex-girlfriend, will embarrass him with my face like this? Or..."

At this time, Amy came to my side, put his makeup box on the tea table aside, and took the things out as he said, "From now on, I'll help you do makeup every morning. And at night, I'll help you

remove them. But you can choose to remove them by yourself. It is quite simple. I'll give you a small shovel with which you can shovel away the wax on your skin."

As Amy spoke, he took out a small stick that looked like to be for sculpture and put it aside.

"Then I'll remove my makeup by myself at night."

As I spoke, I sat down on the sofa, waiting for Amy to help me do makeup.

To tell the truth, Amy was indeed good at doing makeup. No matter what Patrick's purpose was, I was quite happy that he had called Amy here.