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"Oh." Shelton chuckled, "Don't worry, it won't happen. I will marry you. And we even settle the date. How could I die before we get married?" Although he said so, he didn't tell me whether he was infected or not. "So, you are infected, aren't you?" I asked him again. "I'm not sure for the time being. After all, the virus will be incubated for some time." Remaining silent for a moment, Shelton continued to say, "However, based on the current situation, the likelihood that I am infected with the virus is quite high." "You are lying to me." Hearing what he said, I immediately panicked. "To be honest, hearing that you are concerned about me so much, I indeed feel that although I have fallen ill this time, it is worth it. Even if I die, it is indeed worth it." "What kind of nonsense are you talking about? You aren't allowed to die!" I never thought that Shelton would die, not even for one second. However, this kind of possibility t

Originally, I thought that Shelton would ask me to go somewhere with him. However, he parked his car in front of a single building in the western city. It was a glass building. However, because it was made up of two-layered glass with a mirror with different angles in between, we couldn't see what it looked like inside the building when standing outside. Moreover, because it had snowed yesterday, there was a thin layer of snow on top of the building, making the building dreamy and beautiful. "This is..." As I stood there, I was fully attracted by the building in front of me. "Come in. Then you'll know." Shelton reached out to me. I held his hand naturally and went in with him. He pushed the door open for me. After entering the building, I saw a lot of wedding dresses in front of me. There were various dummies and models in the hall. All the models model wore various wedding dresses. At a glance, these wedding gowns weren't ord

As Shirley spoke, she picked up a pen and wrote down a string of numbers at the corner of the paper. Then she tore it off and handed it over to me. I looked down at the paper and knew that it was her phone number. I put the note into the pocket of my pants. By the time I looked up again, Shirley had controlled the wheelchair and gone to the elevator. I followed her. As soon as we were next to the elevator, the elevator, which was supposed to be on the second floor, unexpectedly went down. "See? He can't wait any longer." As Shirley spoke, her face didn't change at all. She seemed to know what Shelton was thinking about at her fingertips. Sure enough, the elevator went up with Shelton standing inside. After the door of the elevator opened, he came out, looking somewhat gloomy. He had realized that it was a single-sided glass elevator. Walking out of the elevator and seeing that Shirley and me both standing at the door of the el

"Oh."  Even though his words were full of loopholes, I didn't want to expose him. Getting down to the bottom wouldn't do any good to me. Seeing that I didn't ask anything further, he asked me, "Didn't you say that you were going to do focus on the design competition with a friend of yours recently? Why did you meet her?" "We've signed up for the design competition. The competition topics will only come out two days later. So I took the time and asked Designer Shirley to meet me outside to discuss my wedding dress." I looked down and said, "After all, I won't marry somebody else in this life. Regarding the wedding dress, after thorough deliberation, I think I'd better be more discreet about it." The reason why I said so was to please Shelton. Hearing what I said, Shelton seemed to be in a better mood. That afternoon, he took me to Michael's place and discussed with Michael the case related to Gina and Jeremy. After all, there would be a trial in

Hearing my question, instead of looking surprised, Shelton asked me, "How did you know about this?" I could tell that he had long known about this matter. But he didn't tell me. I could understand why he did so. After all, if I knew about this, it wouldn't be of any avail at all. But his question made me realize that both Ned and Shelton suspected that Patrick had contacted me. "Grandpa Cowell called me." I told him the truth. Hearing this, he, who frowned slightly, looked somewhat relaxed and nodded, saying, "It seems that the last time I got in touch with him happened one week ago. Over the past week, no one saw him. Before that, Towering High had long been in a mess." "It is because of the disappearance of AI, right?" I asked Shelton. Looking at me with melancholy in his eye, Shelton nodded and said, "That thing has a great impact on Towering High." "Then who did it? Did you figure it out?" I continued to ask. S