Lahat ng Kabanata ng Substitute Bride,Substitute Love: Kabanata 501 - Kabanata 510

"Water-like Pavillion?" Hearing Roger's words, Nancy and I understood immediately. Before we could say anything, Roger said, "I've asked the property developer about it. They reserved two suites for you two. So I wanted to choose the one next to you. I didn't expect that someone else would have reserved it early. So I purchased the one by that of the next door." By the time he finished his words, the waiter had brought wine over and poured two more cups of wine for us. "If we move over, we will be neighbors in the future, won't we?" Nancy understood. Roger nodded and waved to us, "I'll go first. After I am done with the things related to my wedding, I'll treat you to a meal specifically!" After he finished speaking, he left with Lisa. As they walked outside, I happened to see that Glenn pulled Cicely's little hand out of the corner of my eyes. Leaning over, he kissed Cicely's face, leaving me the view of his round head. Cicely, who origin

At this time, the staff of the studio all went outside to watch us. There were three people standing here. Except for me, one of them was a leukemia patient and the other one was Patrick whose legs were disabled. I could only say, "Let's go to the conference room where we can sit down and talk." "All right." Patrick agreed. ...... I led them to the meeting room. Someone brought in two cups of tea and placed each in front of Patrick and Finn. Finn looked at the tea in front of him and sighed, "Alas! Maybe it's God's punishment that I have to see through who my biological daughter and my wife really are one day!" "What's wrong?" I asked. I only knew that Kelsi wasn't willing to do a marrow match. For this, Katy had come to see me before. How come Finn brought up Katy? Finn glanced at me, feeling somewhat embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Charlotte, I..." "Mr. Finn, please call me Janetta, thank you." I interrupted him a

"Stop pretending. He remade a will. Why are you, who have gained an advantage, pretending here?" Standing behind the policemen, Kelsi sneered, "And now you are Mrs. Cowell. With the protection of Patrick Cowell, are you afraid that I will do something to you?" I looked at her and said seriously, "Yes, it's because that you can't do anything to me that I don't have to pretend." I added firmly, "I really don't know what you are talking about." Kelsi was stunned. She looked at me with a suspicious look in her eyes. She seemed to think that what I had said was true. And yet she didn't want to believe it. I continued, "And I'm not interested in your father's inheritance. After all, he didn't care about us when I was still in my mother's belly. He didn't show up in my life at all. "I grew up in an orphanage. He didn't know my existence. He didn't buy me clothes or dolls. He didn't take me to walk around the park. Neither did he ever take me to school.

Ever since Kelsi left that day, my life had returned to peace. One month later, we moved our studio to the sub-top floor of Towering High. Patrick hung a large logo of our studio outside the Towering High building. It once was heatedly discussed on the social media platforms. And my belly was bulging day by day. Over these days, Patrick would accompany me every day as long as he didn't have to deal with quite important matters. Glenn, who seemed to realize that the little one in my belly was fragile as well, was understanding. He did almost everything by himself. So I didn't need to worry too much about him. However, my pregnancy this time was very different from that last time. I was already in my 30s. Whether in terms of age or physical condition, I was considered an advanced pregnancy woman. For my pregnancy this time, I felt completely different from that last time. This time, I didn't suffer a serious morning sickne

"I'll be gentler." Leaning and frowning, he seemed to be in great pain, "I'm in pain." ...... "I am telling you the truth..." Cupping my face with his hands, he looked as if he were waiting for me to show my mercy. Frowning, i didn't know what to do for a while. What's more, unlike Patrick's office where there was a lounge, my office was a small one with a sofa only. Moreover, the setup was later divided. It wasn't quite soundproof. Once, Nancy made a phone call to argue with a construction company in her office. I heard all that she had said clearly in my office... Thinking of this, I shook my head heavily. Seeing his distressed look, I tentatively asked, "Shall we go upstairs?" Upon finishing my words, I felt that my suggestion wasn't quite plausible. At this time, Patrick was on the verge of ejecting. His private part was bulging. On the way out, we would pass by the open office... Everyone would be watching us.