Substitute Bride,Substitute Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Shelton and I had just met each other for a few times. However rich he was, I surely couldn't take fifty million dollars from him for free! And I didn't know who he really was. If I got the money from him, it was unknown what would happen next. However, Shelton didn't intend to take the check back. Moreover, he seemed to have seen through my mind as he said, "I don't have any ultimate motive for you. And I won't let you do anything for me because of this matter. In my eyes, this money is petty. As your neighbor, I am just giving you a hand." ...... Shelton added, "There's no interest. You can pay it back to me slowly." Shelton added. In fact, accepting Shelton's money would be the best solution. After all, there was a deadline to repay a mortgage loan from the bank. If Seth couldn't repay, my house would be taken away. And Rosy surely would blame me at that time. However, I believed that if Seth got the money, he surely could make a

I stood aside, acting like I was enjoying a good show. But Seth pointed to me and said, "My girlfriend is watching us there." The girl turned around and blushed when she saw me. Then she apologized to me, "I'm sorry." After that, she went back to her seat. Originally, a few colleagues of mine were also staring at Seth. When they heard Seth's words, they immediately turned to me and said, "Wow! Charlotte, why didn't you tell us earlier that you have such a handsome boyfriend?" "Yeah. Could it be that you are afraid that we will seduce your boyfriend?" "Don't blame her. If my boyfriend is so handsome, I will hide him from you as well so that he won't be targeted by you, who are so horny!" Most of the employees in the cafe were college students, who were young. I got along well with them. So after Seth said so, everyone just joked with me. "No. He..." "Charlotte, what would you like to have for dinner?" When I subconsciousl

Patrick repeated his words. I, who couldn't be more overjoyed, looked at him as I asked over and over again, "Really? Is what you said true?" I was so afraid that after Patrick gave me hope, he would disappoint me again. But this time, Patrick nodded firmly. At that moment, I didn't struggle and let him hold my hand in his big palm. And I felt that my slightly cold hand became warm little by little. The next day, I went to work. Patrick proposed to send me to work. This time, I agreed. I sat in his car. He left after dropping me off at the cafe. But some sharp-eyed colleagues saw his car and came over. Then they asked, "Charlotte, is your boyfriend so rich? How come he is driving such a good car?" I looked at Patrick's car and didn't know how to explain it for a moment. "Am I going to tell them that Patrick is my husband? They certainly won't be convinced by the fact that I, who has a rich husband, is working in a cafe." Moreo

Hearing Mrs. White's words, I took a deep breath. Someone wanted to kill me. Thinking of what happened a few days ago, I thought that it was self-evident as to who wanted to kill me. This reminded me of what had happened when I was in jail. "Could it be that Caroline was behind everything?" "How could she be so capable that she did all of these things by herself?" At this time, I calmed down and said to Mrs. White, "Help me contact the person who hired you. Tell her that I saved those photos on a cloud drive and did a set up that if I didn't even log in to the drive account in person within 24 hours, those photos would be sent to various domestic forums automatically. Moreover, they would be automatically sent out every one hour." Mrs. White scolded, "I don't fu*king care about the photos you're taking about!" ...... As soon as she finished her words, she kicked my thigh severely! I, who had been tortured by her for a long tim

After Tyler left, I went to Patrick's ward. He lived in a super VIP ward of this hospital. And his ward alone took up more than 100 square meters. As I was about to enter the ward, I saw that Patrick was lying on the bed and that Wilson was reporting to him on the side. So I waited outside in silence. After a while, Wilson came out. When he saw me, he looked at me with a little strange look in his eyes. After entering the ward, I walked over to Patrick's bedside. A corner of Patrick's hospital gown peeked out of the quilt, revealing a white gauze. And drip-feeding was hanging on the side. "I'm sorry." I sat down. "I am good as long as you're fine." Patrick reached out and held my hand. Although Patrick's internal organs didn't get hurt, he had bled a lot. According to the doctor in the hospital, Patrick needed to stay in the hospital for at least a week. And then he could go home to rest. During this week, I asked for le