Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 262

Shelton introduced Jeremy to me, "He is Patrick's assistant."

Looking enlightened all of a sudden, I said flatly, "Okay."

Given my relationship with Patrick, I shouldn't be so polite to his assistant.

Seeing that I didn't like him, Jeremy said nothing else.

On the contrary, Shelton asked him, "Are you here to help Patrick buy something?"

Jeremy explained respectfully to Shelton, "Yes, Mr. Cowell has to attend a social event in the evening. He needs a formal suit. The one in the company was accidentally stained. So he sent me here to buy a new one."

Shelton slightly nodded saying nothing further.

I was relieved in my heart.

Patrick had something to do tonight, showing that he wouldn't show up at the family banquet later.

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The elevator soon descended to the floor where the underground garage was. Jeremy parted with us and went to his car.

Shelton drove me all the way to Ned's house.

It wasn't the first time I had been here.

However, it was the first time I had come here with Shelton.

The house looked no more different from what it was five years ago. However, the trees here were taller. And the flowers were blooming more brightly.

Getting out of the car, I stood on the road and looked in the corner's direction, saying, "We met each other the first time here."

"I remember it." Shelton smiled, "You and your sister were quarreling."

Hearing his words, I felt a little lost.

Yes, at that time, Caroline and I were quarreling.

Now, Caroline and I were boundlessly separated by life and death. And Patrick was a stranger to me.

Caroline and I quarreled six or seven years ago. However, in my heart, it was just like a matter in my previous life.

"Let's go. Don't think about the past anymore." Shelton put his hand on my shoulder.

He always knew what I was thinking about.

I turned around and accompanied him to walk into the Cowell Family.

The housekeeper had been waiting there early at the door. Upon seeing Shelton and me, he bowed to us respectfully and said, "Mr. Shelton, Master has been waiting inside."

After we entered the house, nobody was there.

Except for the servants, Ned was the only one in the large room.

Sitting alone on the principal seat of the sofa in the living room, he was dressed in a set of linen clothes.

It had been five years since I saw him last time. He was much more aged. With his eyes sunken, he doesn't look mentally fit as he used to be.

Seeing Shelton and I going in, Ned stood up excitedly, "Oh, Shelton, you finally bring a girl home before I am dead."

"Grandpa... Uncle Ned."

I almost blurted out, calling Ned Grandpa Ned. But thinking of my identity, I changed my wordings immediately.

But Ned had heard my words. He narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "Whether you call me Grandpa Ned or Uncle Ned, it is all the same to me."

I smiled awkwardly.

Helping Ned sit down, Shelton said, "Father, didn't you say that when it came to the relationship, I should put quality before quantity? I bring my beloved home now."

"Well done."

Sizing me up and down, Ned had a content look on his face.

Thinking of Ned's previous attitude towards me, I found that he looked completely different from what he used to be.

A servant came over and served Shelton and me with tea.

I took a sip of the tea. Then Ned asked me, "What's your name, girl? How old are you? What's your job? Where are your parents now?"

He asked me several questions in a row.

"Father, ask her one question at one time."

Shelton said.

I shook my head and patted his hands, "I'm fine." Then I said to Ned, "Mr. Ned, my name is Janetta Nolan. I'm 30 years old. I'm a gardening designer at a studio. My parents died because of a plane crash. I have been with my master these years."

"Do you have a master?"

"Yes, my master is the heir of Archaic Architecture Sect. I've been learning from him these years."

I explained to Ned.

It was probably Ned heard that my parents had passed away that he had a somewhat sympathetic look in his eyes. Looking at Shelton, he said solemnly, "Shelton, did you hearthat? The girl has no parents. You should treat her well!"

"Well, you can rest assured that I will be good to her."

As Shelton spoke, he placed his big palm on my hand, gripping it slightly. His expression was determined.

Seeing this, Ned nodded repeatedly and said, "Janetta, my Shelton is introverted. Even so, once he decides that he loves someone, he won't change his mind. He surely won't let you down. So, you shouldn't let him down either."

"Father, it is a matter between us. Please don't put pressure on her."

Shelton spoke up for me.

His consideration did move me.

Hearing his words, Ned could only nod his head, "I trust your judgment. This Janetta is a good girl at first sight. I... I will be waiting for the day when you guys bear a strong and fat grandson for me as soon as possible!"

Shelton and I looked at each other and realized that although Patrick had told Ned about the relationship between Shelton and me...

He didn't mention Glenn to Ned at all.

Even so, neither Shelton nor me said anything more.

After a while, Shelton's second sister, Dulcie Cowell, arrived.

It was the first time I had seen Dulcie.

She, who was short-haired, came in, wearing a suit and high heels. Although she was 50 years old, she didn't look like that aged at all.

After she came in, she said to Ned first, "Happy Holiday."

Then she sat down on the sofa, crossed her legs, and looked at me. Sizing me up and down, she asked, "Are you Shelton's girlfriend?"

"Nice to meet you."

I could tell that Dulcie was a strong woman with a glance. Whether it was her gaze or her tone, there was a suppressive force in them.

If I had seen her five years ago, I would have flinched. Now, I wouldn't.

Seeing that I didn't respond, Dulcie naturally took out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket and took out one, intending to light it up. She looked around and put the cigarettes back in her bag, saying, "You are with my brother at such a young age. You want nothing but to be a long-term sugar baby."

"I think you've misunderstood me."

I knew what she thought of me.

Without hiding the contempt in her eyes, Dulcie curled up the corner of her mouth, "Did I misunderstand you? I've seen a lot of women like you. You dressed up like this today to please my dad. Shelton bought this dress for you, right? At the sight of the pearl, I know it's not cheap. A woman like you shouldn't push your luck."

"The way I see it, you think you are superior to other women, don't you?"

I looked at Dulcie.

To tell the truth, her disdainful tone and expression made me so angry.

Dulcie sat there and took out her cell phone to send a text. Without looking up, she said, "That's not the case. But I am surely better than a woman who relies on men like you."

"Sorry, I have my own job. Although my income is not as much as what you earn by running a company, it is much higher than that of the ordinary."

I seldom told others how much money I had made, thinking that I would be too vulgar by doing so.

But Dulcie's behavior made me so angry.

"Is that so?" Dulcie raised her head and looked at me.

"Yes, I am a traditional Chinese- styled gardening designer of a studio. I am a disciple of the Archaic Architecture Sect. It is because of my job that I am wearing this kind of clothes. Moreover, if I am asked to do a design project, my charge is based on every square meter. And my annual income is a seven- digit figure. I probably can't afford a private plane, a yacht, or an island. At least, I can live a good life." I paused and added, "More importantly, I started my business from scratch without rich parents to help me."

I sat on the sofa, straightening my back. Raising my chin slightly, I looked at Dulcie.

There was no sign of concession in my eyes.