Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 315

Mr. Reid discussed his idea with us, and at the same time, he also discussed it with the boss of Gifted Design.

We signed the agreement immediately and made an appointment to go to the holiday village tomorrow to have a look. Afterwards, we would check the blueprint of the building design, follow by the revision of landscape design and interior design.

When talking about the schedule, I felt happy.

Because of this tight schedule, I had the excuse to work overtime, so I didn't need to accompany Shelton.

Although he was quite kind to me these days.

However, the better he treated me, the more I cared about the hidden viciousness of him. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

I was terrified that I would enrage him one day.

Therefore, it would be best for me to cut down the time with him.

The next day, Mr. Reid did not come, but he sent Bache to drive me and Nancy to the holiday village.

In the car, I pretended to ask Bache casually, "Mr.

Bache, Mr. Reid and you said that I looked like someone. Who is she?"

From Shelton, I had learned that Mr. Reid's full name was James Reid when I was home yesterday evening.

"You are like an aunt of mine," said Bache, who was driving.

His words caused a twinge in my heart.

I had told Nancy about my mother, so she knew my family background.

Nancy glanced at me when she heard that.

I asked hurriedly, "Your aunt?"

"Yes, but I haven't seen her for a long time. I met her when I was a kid," Bache replied naturally.

He was an artless man.

When I asked him this question, he didn't suspect anything.

"Oh... So your aunt is married?" I continued to ask.

"No, she was mentally ill in my impression, and she had received the treatment for that before she passed away," said Bache.

Mentally ill?

For some reason, when I heard his words, my heart was filled with bitterness.

This kind of feeling was something I had never experienced before.

But his aunt was clearly a stranger to me, unless...

I looked at Nancy, who was also looking at me.

We looked at each other in the eyes. I hesitated for a moment, and then decided to shut my mouth.

I didn't think that I could get the truth from Bache, so I decided to ask James directly.

It took almost three hours' drive from downtown to this village. One of the reasons was that Bache drove too slow.

Since it was winter, the construction hadn't started yet. Nancy and I just took a look at the surrounding environment.

By the time we decided to return, it was already past three o'clock. According to Bache's driving speed, it would be dark when we got home.

Nancy couldn't stand his slowness anymore. She grabbed the steering wheel from Bache and drove on her own.

We arrived in City Y in two hours.

As soon as we entered the city, Bache got a call from James, who invited us for dinner when knowing we were back.

Bache told us about his invitation.

I would have definitely refused the invitation, if I hadn't heard about his aunt's story.

But this time...

I took a look at Nancy, but before I could say anything, Nancy opened her mouth, " Mr. Reid is so kind, we will go."

"Nancy."

Nancy looked at me and patted my shoulder. "We are partners. If you can't focus on the work for some reason, I will also suffer!"

"Thank you." I was extremely grateful to her.

That night, Nancy and I went to have dinner with James.

During the dinner, when seeing James was tipsy, I walked over with a glass of champagne and said to him wearing a smile, "Mr. Reid, thank you very much for buying our work, giving us a chance to shine."

When James heard my words, he waved his hand and said, "I should thank you. What a good work, how could I give up its ownership!"

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Try you best this time and I'll become your regular client!"

I chatted with him for a while and thought it was about time. So I changed the subject, "Mr. Reid, Bache told me today that I look like his aunt. I feel

like we are connected."

I thought that he would be happy to hear this.

However, when James heard my words, he suddenly became very angry. He put down his hand, with the corners of his mouth drooping. "He's talking nonsense. He has no aunt!"

"But..."

"I'm sorry, Miss Nolan. I need to go out and make a phone call."

I was about to open my mouth, but James didn't give the chance. He put down his glass, picked up his phone and walked out.

Originally, there were only four people in the meal.

Now that James had left, there were only three.

Nancy came over and asked, "What did he say?"

I told her about James' reaction. Nancy nodded and said, "So, there was really a crazy aunt in the Reid Family."

"What's wrong?" Bache asked me, as he saw we stood together.

I looked at him and pretended to be angry, "Mr. Bache, you had said that you have an aunt with a similar appearance to me. I told this coincidence to Mr. Reid, but he denied, and became angry because of this. If our agreement go bust, it's all your fault."

Because we had been together with Bache the whole day, and he was easygoing, we became quite familiar with each other now.

As soon as he heard this, he immediately said, "It's true! I saw her before!"

At this time, his phone rang. He picked up the phone. After listening, he frowned slightly and said, "My dad said that he had to leave first. He also specifically pointed out that the person I mentioned doesn't exist..."

"Oh, it's fine. I was just asking."

I said with a smile.

It seemed that the Reid Family was trying to conceal her identity.

Was Bache's aunt Jessica Ryan? I needed to find another chance to ask.

We finished our dinner, and then left.

As soon as we reached the entrance, I saw Shelton's car parked at the intersection. Shelton, in a light gray coat, stood next to his car. He waved to me when seeing me.

"Ah, Mr. Cowell was here to pick you up. The news was right, you guys are so sweet," said Bache next to me.

However, my heart sank.

To be honest, I was not happy at all that Shelton came and pick me up. On the contrary, I felt like I was trapped in the Truman show.

Shelton was keeping an eye on me all the time.

Even if he didn't ask, he knew where I went.

"Let's go home." Shelton walked to me with a faint smile on his face.

Holding me in his arm, he waved goodbye to Bache and Nancy for me.

Shelton drove the car.

Because his identity was different now, his car was also changed from Lincoln to Rolls-Royce.

It was a huge upgrade.

I sat in the co-pilot's seat without saying a word.

Shelton sensed my unusual silence, "What's wrong?"

I looked at him and hesitated for a while. I said, "Shelton, you don't have to pick me up every day from now on." I was afraid that I was too direct, so I added, "Nancy and I are going to revise the

blueprint, so well be very busy and have to work overtime. If you wait for me, I may be diverted because of worrying about you..."