Chapter 68
At this moment, I came to my senses.
All the delusions dissolved because of this small pill.
I lowered my eyes and suppressed the bitterness in my heart. Pretending to be nonchnt, I picked
up the pill as well as the ss of water.
I wanted to drink the water down quickly. But my hands holding the cup were shaking nonstop.
I had no choice but to put the pill into my mouth. Then I held the cup with both hands and drank it
down.
To my relief, Patrick didn''t turn on the light during the whole process.
In that case, he surely wouldn''t see my helplessness and sadness.
After taking the pill and calming myself down, I pretended to say in an indifferent and alienated
voice, "I''ve taken the pill. Don''t worry, Mr. Cowell. I won''t be pregnant with your child. Can you leave
now?"
However, Patrick did not leave.
He was standing beside me.
I thought he was afraid that I would be fooling him without taking the pill.
To prove that I had taken the pill, I looked up and drank up all the water in the cup. Then I put the
cup in front of him and looked up at him, "Mr. Cowell, I swear. I did drink the pill down."
However, Patrick looked at me and took the cup.
It was too dark. I couldn''t see his eyes clearly. But I heard him say in the end, "Sorry. It''s not the
time for you to be pregnant now."
After that, he turned around and took the cup back to the kitchen.
Aftera while, it seemed that Patrick didn''t have any intention of leaving.
I went to ask him, "When are you going to leave, Mr. Cowell?"
"I''m not leaving," Patrick answered decisively. "We''re a couple. Isn''t it reasonable for us to live
together?"
"Mr. Cowell, this is my house. Could it be that you want to marry in my house and live with me? Or
is there a crisis in Towering High Group, making you can''t even afford a house?"
I tried my best to make my tone sound as cold and distant as possible.
Because only in this way could I make myself stay away from him as far away as I could.
Only in this way could I keep him at a distance.
Patrick was sitting on the sofa in the living room at this time. Originally, he was dealing with emails
on hisptop. Hearing my words, he sat up straight, looked at me, and asked, "What kind of house
do you like? I''ll buy one for you. Or... if you don''t like a ready house, I''ll buy a piece ofnd so that
you can build a house you like there."
When I heard this, I wanted to burst outughing.
"Mr. Cowell, you tell everyone this, don''t you?"
Although it had been a long time since I heard someone say words like thesest time, I
remembered it very clearly.
I remember that when Rosy asked if Caroline and Patrick were living together, Gina said that
Patrick intended to buynd for Caroline so that she could build a house there.
"You are my wife."
Patrick didn''t answer me explicitly. But his words were sort of an answer to me.
I looked at Patrick, who was sitting on the sofa. For a moment, I felt that this man was so good at
lying. And he was good at winning advantages from both sides. For someone like me, I surely
couldn''t beat him.
To force him topromise, I took a few steps, stood in front of him, and lowered my head. After
that, I said, "Didn''t you want to have a good life with me, Mr. Cowell? You want me to be your Mrs.
Cowell obediently and put myself at your disposal, right?"
"Well, no..."
"Alright. If you agree to my condition, I will be your Mrs. Cowell obediently. As long as you need me
to do so, I will always be your Mrs. Cowel for the rest of my life. Moreover, I will be obedient to you
in my life."
I didn''t let him finish his words.
But after I said that, Patrick raised his head and looked at me. Then he got up and said, "Go
ahead."
"I want you to present the evidence in your hand and tell the public that I am innocent when it
comes to the previous two matters and that the culprit is Caroline Archer. She did all the things,
including the death of Ronald!"
Although I was not sure, I believed that Patrick wouldn''t be a fool at the mercy of others.
He should have evidence proving Caroline''s crime in his hand.
He should also have evidence rted to the texts in Caroline''s cell phone, which weren''t sent from
me, and the calls that I didn''t make at all.
It wasn''t untilter on that Seth told me that he suspected that my cell phone had been copied.
Hearing my words, Patrick, who got a peaceful look on his face a second ago, had a gloomy look on
his face instantly. Then he said briefly, "Impossible."
His words sounded cruel.
His words sounded resolute.
"Look! You love Caroline so deeply that you don''t even stick to your principles. But you are
entangling with me here. Howe you aren''t torturing me?"
I raised my head and stared into Patrick''s ck eyes, "As a woman, I just want a husband who
loves me. But if my husband is you, my dream will nevere true."
"Charlotte Archer..."
"Mr. Cowell, let me remind you for thest time. Caroline Archer is the culprit who killed Ronald
Weil. Ronald is just a worker. And you can make up to Ronald''s wife easily with money she can''t
earn in her lifetime. Even so, you can never change the fact that the three children have lost their
father."
After that, I went to the guest bedroom.
I went to bed there.
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Patrick Cowell disappointed me so much.
After that day, although Patrick asionally came to my house, I treated him as if he were a
stranger. And so did him.
We didn''t even speak with each other.
After I sent my resume to different designpanies online, basically, there was no update at all.
And I didn''t even give a few replies.
A few people asionally called me. And the first sentence they said was to confirm if I was the
Charlotte Archer who had framed her sister back then.
Even Ned and Rosy had been ignorant of such a petty matter back then.
I wondered how all the designpanies of different sizes would know about it.
I knew that someone must be ying tricks in the dark.
After two weeks, I got hopeless while looking for a job. Finally, I turned my target to be a part-time
worker in fast-food restaurants as well as the cafes.
I visited a few cafes.
In the end, I finally found a part-time job in a cafe shop in downtown CBD which would pay me 20
dors hourly. And there would be an extra five dors'' delivery fee for delivering each takeout.
Although the pay wasn''t high, I didn''t want to be a useless and unemployed person.
If I went on like this, I would look down upon myself.
I scheduled the time with the manager of the cafe shop and made a deal toe to work here next
Monday. As soon as I just arrived at the hall, I heard a voice, "A cup of Mocha. Hurry up."
I could tell that it was Angie''s voice.
Turning around, I saw Angie standing in front of the counter and her face didn''t look good. She
looked a little haggard.
Seeing her, I couldn''t help but think of Seth. So I stepped forward and took the initiative to say hello
to her.
When she saw me, she rolled her eyes and said, "Charlotte Archer, why will I see you who will bring
bad luck to others wherever I go?"
Judging from her brief words, I figured out something must be wrong with Glorious Seth Design.
Disregarding her diss, I asked her in a good manner about what had happened.
Angie didn''t want to tell me the details first.
I got turned down by her directly. After waiting for a long time for the coffee, which wasn''t ready, she
finally told me the truth.
Only then did I know that instead of encountering some issues, Glorious Seth Design was basically
on the verge of closing down.
Ronald''s incident started everything.
The house where Ronald had died was a private residence. It was unknown how the client got the
news that Ronald had died in that house. He was so angry that he came to ask forpensation
from Seth.
ording to the client, someone had died in this house. So he couldn''t live there. And Seth had to
buy his house ording to the market price. Otherwise, he would file awsuit against Glorious
Seth Design and see Seth in court.