Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 284

"Yes," I answered without hesitation.

This matter was a little sudden to me, but since I had already agreed, I had to do it.

And I had convinced myself thousands of times in my heart.

Now, no matter who asked me, I would answer without hesitation, "Yes".

Lisa put the chopsticks in her mouth, frowned, and looked at me. After a while, she said, "But I don't think you are happy at all about this. Unlike back then, when you and Patrick just lived together, you..."

"Stop." I interrupted Lisa decisively. "It's all in the past. He's married to Kelsi. There is nothing to say."

"But...”

"Let's talk about something else. I have good news." In order to stop Lisa from continuing, I said to her, "Gina and Jeremy are not my biological parents."

"Really?!" Lisa was shocked by my words.

I told her about the recent events.

Lisa's face was full of surprise. "Oh, I can't believe you didn't tell me about such a big thing! Do you still take me as a friend?"

"It's all right. Shelton has been taking care of me. I am fine."

In the past two weeks, Shelton had been taking care of me.

It could be said that he did it in every possible way.

Besides, Holy Spirit Hospital belonged to him. After he instructed the nurse, even if he was not there, the nurse would come three times an hour for fear that something would happen to me.

Hearing what I said, Lisa curled her lips and said, "Is that Shelton so nice? Why do I always feel that he's just a smiling tiger? The smile is just his mask."

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When I said this, I felt a little unsure.

In fact, I also felt that I had never really understood Shelton, and he had never really bared his soul to me.

What I saw was just the side that he wanted me to see.

But he really treated me well.

Lisa continued to eat and said nothing.

After the meal, she offered to wash the dishes.

When I was packing up garbage, Lisa still said, "Charlotte, think about it clearly. Although you may not only get married once in your life, there are things that you can't undo."

"Well, I've thought it over."

I answered decisively.

I'd brainwashed myself for this matter a long time ago.

Lisa heard my answer and turned to look at me. "Really?"

"Really! I'm really going to marry him!"

I had agreed to it, and we had also arranged the engagement banquet.

And he treated me very well. How could I hurt his feelings?

Lisa seemed to cannot hold it in any longer. She took off her gloves and placed her hands on my shoulders. She said solemnly, "I, don't, agree!"

"How could you stop me from marrying somebody?" I pretended to roll my eyes at her. A faint smile lifted from my mouth. "He's very nice to me. You know that too."

"But you're not happy. It's better to stay single for the rest of your life than to marry someone you don't love." Lisa held my hands. "Who says that women must get married? You can make money, buy a house and a car, and clothes. Why do you have to get married?"

"We don't marry somebody for him to pay for us."

"Then you really should marry the person you love. Life is so long, and if you live with a person you don't love, it'll be very hard!"

Lisa's words had deeply shaken the faith that I had in myself for a long time.

I looked at her and had really mixed feelings. I couldn't even force a smile.

After a long while, I opened my mouth slightly. "But..."

"But what? I'll tell you, if you get married, you must marry the person you love. If you marry Shelton out of pity, then he is really pitiful!"

Lisa held my shoulders tightly. Every word made me feel a pain in my heart.

With a guilty conscience, I lowered my head and said, "How could he be pitiful? He'll be happy, and I..."

"He'll pick you up later, right? I'll tell him that you don't like him and won't marry him!"

Lisa seemed to have made up her mind when she said this.

Then she put on her gloves and continued to wash the dishes.

I looked at her and was a little stunned for a moment.

Anything that came out of her mouth seemed to be so easy.

"But if you ask me to do it, I can't."

Looking at Lisa in a daze, I felt more and more conflicted.

I didn't even say a word.

When we finished work, Lisa pointed at the smaller bedroom and said, "There are things you left here before. I think... you should go and have a look."

I didn't know what she was talking about.

When I got in, I opened boxes one by one and saw a sketchbook lying quietly on drawing tools. My heart ached.

I knew what was in it.

"They are my paintings for Patrick when I was in Supreme, Blue Blood complex."

At that moment, I didn't even have the courage to open the book.

It took me five years to bury the things between me and him at the bottom of my heart so that the wound would no longer bleed or hurt.

But after just a few months after returning, the wound festered again.

In my heart.

Even if I didn't say or think about it, I knew that the wound was getting bigger and bigger, and it couldn't be healed anymore.

Every time I said that it did not matter, I was only pretending to be strong.

I stood up quickly and didn't even touch the book. I went out and said to Lisa, "They're all useless. I'll move them down later."

Lisa looked at me and asked, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

I nodded.

What else could I do?

Waiting for an unreachable person?

"I don't want that."

In the evening, I was afraid that Lisa would say something impulsive to Shelton, so I didn't even send him any messages.

Instead, I took a taxi home.

When I arrived and opened the door, the door of Shelton's house opened. He stood at the door, dressed in neat clothes. He looked at me and slightly frowned. "Why didn't you call me?"

"I'm sorry, it's too late. I... I didn't want to trouble you."

The reason was far-fetched.

Lisa's words made me look at Shelton. At that moment, I really wanted to tell him that I didn't want to marry him anymore.

"But, I can't do it."

"I really can't bear to hurt a person who's so nice to me."

Shelton looked at me. He came out with a heavy gaze. With one hand circling around my waist, he rested his head on my shoulder. After a moment of silence, he said, "You don't want to marry me anymore, do you?"

I was stunned and quickly shook my head. "No."

"I'm sorry. I know that you don't like me. I forced you. But I promise I will treat you right like no one else can, so..." The man's hand wrapped around my waist, and he was strengthening the grip little by little. After a pause, he said, "Can you give me one chance to be good to you? Maybe one day you will love me back."

His tone was so humble.