Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 263

Dulcie seemed to be a little surprised.

Before she could speak, Shelton's voice came from behind me, "Dulcie, you're here."

"Yeah." Dulcie stood up, glanced at me, and left.

I could clearly sense that the look in her eyes differed fom it used to be.

As soon as Dulcie left, Shelton sat down and asked me with a slightly worried expression, "She didn't make things difficult for you just now, did she?"

"Sort of." Seeing that Shelton was a little nervous, I continued, "She thought I was the sugar bay who is supported by men on a longterm. So I told her about my actual situation."

Hearing my words, Shelton looked somewhat relaxed.

Thinking of what I said just now, I said, "But I probably have offended her."

"What's wrong?"

Shelton asked.

I told Shelton what I had said just now and what I had added.

There was no trace of worry on Shelton's face. Instead, he reached out and pinched my face., Don't be afraid. Dulcie won't be angry with you as long as you rely on yourself."

"Is she that extreme?"

I frowned slightly.

Shelton put his thin lips close to my ear and said, "Because she and her ex-husband were college classmates. Originally, she thought that her ex- husband loved her, only to find that he loved her fortune instead and he had a few mistresses outside..."

"... She is so miserable."

I said in a low voice.

"Hush! So don't bring up things like mistresses in front of her. She's quite sensitive."

When Shelton and I were whispering to each other closely...

Ned's voice sounded behind us, "Patrick, didn't you say you wouldn't come here?"

Hearing Ned's words, I immediately became alert.

I stood up and turned my head to look at the door.

Standing on the porch, Patrick was looking in the direction of Shelton and me. His profound eyes were as cold as ice. Looking expressionless, he looked horribly hostile.

For a moment, I shivered.

I thought of the distance between Shelton and me when we were whispering to each other.

From Patrick's perspective, he surely...

"Oh, Uncle Shelton took his girlfriend home. How can I not show up?" As Patrick said, he changed his shoes, entered the room, went straight to me. Staring at me, he stretched out his hand, "Nolan, here we meet again."

I looked at Patrick, seeing that he had a calm expression on his face.

He looked quite alienated.

I hesitated for a moment before reaching out to shake hands with him.

However, as soon as I touched his hand, he rubbed his index finger against my palm!

It was a kind of sexual implications.

I was stunned.

However, Patrick's expression didn't change in the slightest. He naturally withdrew his hand.

"What's wrong?" Shelton naturally reached out and grabbed my hand.

I hesitated for a moment and shook my head in the end, "I'm fine."

If I told Shelton the truth on such an occasion, I surely would put myself in a difficult position.

When I looked up at Patrick again, I saw that he curled up his rose- colored lips into a shallow smile.

Seeing that Patrick was here, Ned was much happier. He waved his hand and said, "Come on, come on. Since everyone is here, let's get the dishes served."

Shelton pulled my hands.

The two of us sat side by side.

Before the meal started, Patrick proposed first, "Uncle Shelton brought back his girlfriend home for the first time. It's such a good day. I happen to have two bottles of Chinese spirits that have been stored for 30 years in the cellar. Why don't we open them?"

"Okay, get them over here quickly!"

Hearing this, Ned was clearly delighted.

Patrick took out a key from his pocket and handed it to a servant. The servant turned around and left.

I wasn't good at drinking, especially the Chinese spirits with strong alcohol content. I surely would get drunk after drinking a few cups of Chinese spirits.

I glanced at Shelton and asked him for help.

Shelton nodded slightly to show that he got my point.

Soon, the servant brought two bottles of Chinese spirits from Patrick's car.

The bottles looked simple and unadorned.

As soon as the bottles opened, a strong fragrance of alcohol drifted down my nose.

The servant began pouring wine. First, she poured wine for Ned. Then, she intended to do so for me.

As soon as she walked to my side, Shelton brought the wineglass to the front of him and said, "Father, Janetta isn't good at drinking."

"In that case, she should practice it."

Dulcie spoke.

"Yes, practice it. She can drink less."

Ned echoed.

For a moment, I didn't know how to refuse them.

I didn't know what to do.

Fearing that I would lose my cool, I could only ask, "Can I drink red wine?"

"Miss Nolan, as the saying goes, food and drink should complement each other. If you have French steak today, naturally, I won't object to drinking red wine. However, the dishes are all fried dishes today. Drinking red wine will only spoil the wine."

Patrick looked at me with a cold look. When he spoke, there was a bit of teasing in his words.

I knew he did it on purpose.

But his words made me even more ignorant. I lowered my head and said with some hesitation, "But I am not good at drinking..."

"What are you afraid of?" Patrick got up and walked to my side. Taking the bottle of wine over from the servant's hand, he bent down and pressed his thin lips against my ear, saying, "Many rooms are available in Grandpa's house. If you are drunk, you can stay and rest."

His voice was as low as it used to be.

As he spoke, I felt hot breath splashing on my ears. Before I drank, my face was dyed red.

My heart was thumping as if it were going to jump out of my chest!

As I didn't know what to do, Shelton next to me put my glass back in front of me, "Then

pour it. I'll drink it up for her. Later, if you drink one cup, I'll drink two cups."

"No need. I will drink it."

I looked at Shelton.

He surely would get into trouble if he drank like this.

Seeing us like this, Ned had no choice but to compromise, "It's fine if she can't drink Chinese spirits. There's yellow rice wine in my cellar. The alcohol content in it is the same as that in red wine. It tastes sweet. It's suitable for you guys."

The yellow rice wine was from the south. Many people in Town S were drinking it.

Ryan would frequently drink a few cups of yellow rice wine over the meal.

I would drink a cup of yellow rice wine occasionally. It was true that there was little alcohol content in yellow rice wine.

I said quickly, "Thank you, Mr. Ned."

"You are so melodramatic." Dulcie rolled her eyes at me.

After a while, a servant came over with a jar of yellow rice wine. She replaced the glass in front of me with an ancient porcelain cup and began pouring wine into it.

The dinner started. Ned raised his glass first

and said happily, "It's rare for Shelton to bring a girlfriend home. He finally fulfills one of my wishes!"

After that, he drank up the Chinese spirits in his cup.

Then, the other three of the Cowell Family drank up the wine.

Thinking that it was a drink at the beginning of the dinner, I hesitated for a moment and drank up the wine with my head up.

"Okay, not bad." Ned couldn't help but nod as he watched me drink the wine up. RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Over the whole dinner, I rarely talked.

Besides eating, I drank.

However, I didn't drink up the wine in one gulp as I did the first time. Basically, I drank up a glass of wine after taking several sips of it.

In my opinion, I could handle this kind of yellow rice wine with over 10% alcohol content.

After the dinner had been ongoing for an hour and a half, Patrick said that he had some work to do. So he went to the car to get his computer and went upstairs.

Dulcie left first.

Ji Kerning accompanied Ned go on drinking and chatting.

When I picked up the chopsticks to pick up the food in front of me, I only felt that the plates in front of me looked blurred.

I felt dizzy in my head.

"What's going on?"

"This wine doesn't have strong alcohol content. How come I got drunk?"