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Instantly, Patrick's flavor was all over my mouth. He was so overbearing that I couldn't refuse him! "Oh!" I tried my best to push him! But Patrick got overwhelming strength. Holding me in his arms tightly, he kissed me so hard as if he wanted to swallow me alive. As he kissed me, I could feel that something at the bottom of my heart... Bits by bits... Bits by bits, it was surging up. I couldn't suppress it any longer! "No!" "No!" "I am not Charlotte Archer now. I'm Janetta Nolan." "I don't want to go back to the past!" Finally, I regained my senses and bit Patrick's lips hard! "Hiss." He felt the pain and raised his head in the end. He looked at me. Inside his profound and dark eyes, there seemed to be various complex emotions surging inside. I tried my best to suppress all the feelings in my heart, put on a disgusted expression, and raised my hand... "Bang!" I slapped Patrick on his face.

After I said that, Patrick's eyes dimmed. Fearing that he would misunderstand me, I smiled slightly and added, "Ever since my parents left me, I realized that what they said was right." "Your parents..." "They died in a flight disaster." When I spoke, I had a calm look on my face. I was neither sorrowful nor sad. It wasn't because I wasn't talking about my own matters. Instead, it was because, before this, I had figured out how I should tell others if this matter happened to me. I thought that with my character, I surely wouldn't cry or show too much pain. Looking at me, Patrick was silent for a long time. Then he said, "Sorry, I didn't know about this." "It's all right. It is a matter of the past. I have to move on." As I put down all the documents in my hands on the table one after another, my cell phone rang. It was a call from Calvin. I talked to him about some things about the project on the phone. When I hung

That day, I seemed to have a nightmare during the daytime. At a large table on the first floor of the studio, I sat on one side. And Patrick sat on the other side. To prevent him from finding out that I had stayed up all night, I drank two cups of coffee in a row. By noon, although my eyes were open, my brain was almost out of function. With a mouse in my hands, I clicked on the computer screen haphazardly. In the end, I couldn't hold on any longer. Looking up at Ji Patrick and seeing that he was concentrating on his work, I rested on the table and fell asleep. When I woke up again, the sky outside the window was still completely dark. I glimpsed at the clock on the wall stating that it was close to 5 p.m. Sitting on the bed, I was in a daze for a long time. Then I remembered what had happened before I fell asleep. I was resting on the table. How come I was lying on the bed on the second floor now? Also, speaking of the clothes on my body

As soon as I clicked opened an online shopping application, Patrick covered my hand with his slender fingers, "I have to get a mug now." Looking up at him, I didn't get his point. He paused for a while and continued, "Accompany me to buy one outside." "Mr. Cowell, I have work to do." I decisively refused with no deliberation. He, who seemed to have guessed that I would say so, blurted, "I will delay the deadline for you." I knew that Patrick surely wouldn't give up with ease before he got a mug. I just had to accompany him to buy a mug. Glancing the time, I found that it was 10 a.m. sharp. If I went out with him, I probably could bump into Shelton visiting me here. "Alright." I agreed. Patrick drove me to an independent shop near the studio. Entering the shop, I found that it was a high-end shop for cutlery only. The tablewares inside the shop were placed in series, one after another. Seeing Patrick com

"I'm fine." I lowered my eyes and looked at the wound on my hand. I was in so much pain in my heart. So I couldn't even feel the pain coming from my fingers. Shelton took out a band-aid from his pocket, stuck it on my wound, and scolded me, "You're a designer. A designer values her hand as much as her appearance. How come you say you are fine?" I lowered my head slightly. Shelton seemed to sense that I was in a bad mood and patted me on my head, "Could it be that you can't get him out of your mind?" I didn't speak. Neither did my expression change in the slightest. However, I couldn't deceive myself in my heart. Shelton took me into his arms and patted me gently on my back, "I know that I am not him and that I can't be him. But I will do everything I can to treat you well. I will be wholly devoted to you all my life." To me, what he had said was the best promise. He would treat me whole-heartedly all over his life. What