Chapter 110
I looked up and couldn''t help but be stunned.
And I saw that it was a colleague from another group of the Design Department, Paulina Carter.
I used to hitch a car with her frequently. Because I once was assigned with her to deal with a project
rted to a residential quarter.
We, who weren''t familiar with each other, sort of knew each other.
I nodded.
After she sat down, I bowed my head and continued to have food. But I heard her say, "Charlotte, I
saw Mr. Cowell pick you up yesterday. And the blessings on the screens yesterday were all for your,
right?"
"No..."
I denied it immediately.
"Why didn''t you admit it? Others all say that Mr. Cowell is your sister''s fiance. But when I saw Mr.
Cowell pick you up yesterday, I noticed that he treated you very well..."
Paulina was two years younger than me. She, who had just graduated, was simple-minded.
It was probably because of the people I had got in touch with and the things which happened
recently that I was somewhat vignt. So I looked at her and said, "If that''s the case, won''t I be
a mistress?"
"Huh?"
Paulina was obviously stunned by what I had said.
Then she waved her hand right away and exined excitedly, "That''s not what I mean! I didn''t think
so!"
As she spoke, she suddenly hit the chopsticks. Then one of the chopsticks fell to the ground and
rolled to my feet.
I picked it up for her.
Looking at Paulina, who was embarrassed, I was a little shy and shook my head, "It''s indeed not
me. It''s probably not me who you saw yesterday. It should be my sister."
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"But..."
I stared at her and said with certainty, "It''s indeed not me!"
After all, the news that Patrick and I were so close to each other had spread. Even if Paulina didn''t
overthink it, someone with ulterior motives surely would make a scene out of it.
Paulina seemed to have realized something.
Then she nodded desperately, "Yes, yes. It''s not you, It''s not you!"
After getting off work in the evening, I walked out of thepany and unconsciously walked to an
intersection in front of me.
It wasn''t until I took two steps forward that I realized that Caroline was pregnant. In that case,
Patrick surely would be with her. Then he surely wouldn''t...
As I negated myself, I saw a familiar car parked at the intersection in front of me!
My heart tightened. And I wanted to turn back. However, I subconsciously wanted to go forward.
"No, I can''t!"
I told myself that when it came to some things, once I made concessions, I surely would be
doomed.
I quickly turned around and went back to thepany.
I decided to work overtime.
I sat there and began to work on the effect drawings of a project that I had just been assigned the
day before yesterday.
By the time I was halfway through the effect drawings and looked up again, it had been already dark
outside. Looking at the time, I saw that it was already past 11 p.m.
Patrick surely have left by now.
I packed up my things and went downstairs. When I reached the intersection, I subconsciously
looked in the direction which I had looked at, only to see that the car was still parked there.
The lights of the car were shing.
In the dark night, the yellow light looked so dazzling.
I didn''t go there. Instead, taking advantage of the darkness, I went to a ce where he couldn''t see
me from his car and took a taxi home.
The next day...
And it went on like this on the third day.
For a week in a row, Patrick had been waiting for me there.
Later, I was afraid. So I went for an inspection at the construction site every afternoon.
As for whether Patrick was waiting for me there or not, it had nothing to do with me.
I spent a month like this in a daze.
I worked every day without resting, which was to stop myself from thinking randomly.
That day, there was a meeting in thepany that afternoon. And I was called back to the
company.
After the meeting, it was time to get off work.
When I was standing at the intersection, I saw that Patrick''s car wasn''t parked there anymore.
At that moment, I felt a little empty in my heart. However, Iforted myself, "That''s good, that''s
good."
It happened to be the weekend the next day. So I took a day off.
Lisa happened to havee from abroad. So she asked me to do a SPA with her.
In fact, I didn''t know how to enjoy myself other than working. Especially when it came to skincare, I
didn''t care much about it.
But I had to admit that doing a SPA indeed made mefortable.
The two of us had a whole set of massage and skincarest night. When we were sitting in the hall
to have a rest, Lisa teased me, "Look at you! Your skin looks much better. If you don''t pay attention
to your skincare, you will be a withered old woman in your thirties. And no one will want you
then!"
"If no one wants me, then let it me."
I lowered my eyes.
I didn''t know when I had made up my mind to spend the rest of my life alone.
"Don''t think in this way. Even if no one wants you, you have to be beautiful. We can''t let others think
we are the leftovers. Instead, we should make others think that those men don''t deserve us!"
Lisa sat pretty straight.
Her temperament was good. And she was beautiful.
The reason why she didn''t get married in her almost thirties was that those men indeed didn''t
deserve her.
After we came out of the SPA club, she insisted on going shopping with me.
As a result, as soon as we entered a shopping mall and entered a store, we heard a delicate voice,
"Mr. Roger, I like these clothes very much. I don''t know which one to choose..."
Then we heard a familiar and yet disgusting voice, "Then wrap all of them up. To me, the most
important thing is that you will be happy, babe."
I looked in the direction of the voice and saw Roger sitting on the sofa at the counter.
A beautiful woman with a sexy and curvy body figure was standing in front of him.
The woman held two pieces of clothes in her hands.
It was still early spring. Lisa and I both went out in a coat. But the woman was dressed in a miniskirt
and a low-cut shirt, revealing her soft chest.
And her face, which looked the same as those of the inte celebrities, indicated that she had
done micro-stic surgery.
"Hey." Lisa nced at Roger with a look of disgust and said, "Hurry up. Otherwise, we will have
eyesores."
Lisa and I turned around, intending to leave. But Roger still saw us.
We heard Roger calling behind us, "Beauties."
Then he trotted all the way and stood in front of Lisa. With his hands in his pockets and a proud look
on his face, he said, "Beauty, are you here to buy clothes? Take whatever you like. It''s my treat."
"No need. I am physically fit and that I can make money by myself. And..." Lisa looked at Roger''s
outfit and sneered, "You are wearing custom-made clothing. And you take the girl to a medium-
ss shopping mall for shopping. Don''t you think you are degrading yourself?"
As soon as she said this, the beautiful woman, who had been trying her clothes happily just now,
couldn''t be more embarrassed.
She walked over, took hold of Roger''s hands, and eyed Lisa as she said, "Who are you? How dare
you talk to Mr. Roger like this?"
Lisa had good body figure. And she was goodlooking.
She was a natural beauty who had never done any cosmetic surgery. So she naturally was far
better than the beauty beautified by cosmetic surgery in front of her.
In the face of the provocation in the beauty''s eyes, Lisa didn''t give a damn about her at all as she
responded, "Who am I? I am just a passer-by. It''s your Mr. Roger who insists on chasing me. How
come you me me instead of ming him?"
"Don''t glorify yourself. Mr. Roger..."
"Yes, yes. I''m the one who is chasing after you."
Before the beautiful woman could finish her words, Roger''s words discouraged her.
Roger looked at Lisa with an apologetic smile and said, "Where do you like to buy clothes, beauty?
I''ll take you there right now!" "No." Lisa pulled me, intending to leave.
Roger should have realized that Lisa was different from other women by his side. So he wasn''t
infuriated by her attitude. Instead, he chased after her happily and said, "Don''t, don''t. I have an
important message for the beautiful woman beside you."
After that, he stared at me.