Chapter 131


    Because I went to see Michael in the afternoon, some work was put off. And I had to finish all my


    work.


    When I raised my head again, I found that the daytime had passed and that it was already in the


    evening.


    Although I couldn''t see the sun from the office, I could see the golden sunset glow in the sky.


    I looked down and found that it was already past 7 p.m., which meant more than an hour had


    passed after the time for getting off work.


    I clocked out and got off work.


    I stood in the elevator, nning to have dinner at night, go home to take a bath, and then go to the


    hospital with aptop to see Rosy. After that, I would continue to work on my design.


    When the door of the elevator opened, I thought of a person.


    Patrick Cowell.


    He should have left, shouldn''t he?


    He surely had left.


    I guessed that it was impossible for him to wait for me here for more than two hours.


    I walked out with my bag in hand. As soon as I reached the door, I saw the ck car parked there.


    However, its windows were closed.


    Patrick was nowhere to be seen.


    I thought to myself, "It probably is a simr car."


    When I wasforting myself, I saw the car door opened and Patrick got out of the car.


    He was still wearing the same suit he had worn in the afternoon.


    "Has he been waiting for me here for two hours?"


    I was in a trance for a moment. And then I remembered that a long time ago, when I was still Mrs.


    Cowell, Seth suffered from stomach bleeding because of drinking that day. And Patrick


    apanied me to send Seth to the hospital.


    I apanied Seth in the hospital for a whole night.


    When I came out, I saw Patrick waiting for me in the car.


    He had been waiting for me for the whole night.


    When I was lost in thought, Patrick had already walked up to me. Slightly curling up the corner of


    his thin lips, he looked at me, "What are you thinking? What do you want to eat at night? I''ll take you


    there."


    "Hmm?"


    Patrick''s eyes were full of happiness as he looked at me.


    It seemed that he didn''t mind waiting here for me for such a long time at all.


    I stared at him for a long time before saying, "You decide it. Anything is fine for me."


    I thought that I should have a chat with Patrick.


    We couldn''t go on like this.


    Patrick took me to the top floor of Spring Wind Restaurant. But we didn''t sit in a private room.


    Instead, we sat on the balcony.


    The night lights were set up around us.


    The weather wasn''t hot in April. At this time, as the cold breeze blew gently past us, I felt good.


    Patrick asked me to order the dishes. But I still said, "Up to you."


    Soon, the dishes were served.


    Admittedly, the dishes in Spring Wind Restaurant were indeed delicious. And each dish was


    delicious.


    After we finished eating, the main dishes and tes were removed. When the dessert was served, I


    looked up and looked at Patrick. Then I said, "Let''s have a good talk."


    Patrick interrupted me, "Have a taste of this first. The dessert here is also very delicious. I didn''t


    order any dessertst time."


    His expression was gentle. But I felt that he seemed to be interrupting me on purpose.


    I lowered my head, looked at the macha cake in front of me, and took a bite of it.


    At first, it tasted bitter. And then, it was sweet.


    It was just like the long-term rtionship between me and Patrick.


    As I recalled the past, I found that every step I had taken seemed to leave me with a lot of pain and


    scars. However, for no reason, I always faintly remembered a wonderful memory.


    I just took a bite of the cake and continued to say, "Mr. Cowell, if I remember it correctly, you said


    that you could only be rted to Caroline for the rest of your life. So it''s good that you marry her


    now. If you and I continue to be entangled with each other, it will only break her heart."


    Patrick was silent. He lowered his head and looked at the dessert in front of him without moving.


    "Mr. Cowell, I''m not trying to figure out whether you want to have both my sister and me by your


    side or whether you have other intentions. But no matter what the reason is, since you are going to


    marry Caroline, you shouldn''t have any contact with me. I''m as busy as a bee every day."


    I was confused about Rosy''s operation...


    I was busy dealing with thewsuit.


    And I had to take part in a designpetition.


    Any matter out of them alone could consume all my energy.


    I sincerely didn''t want to deal with Patrick anymore.


    Patrick remained silent.


    "Mr. Cowell..."


    "Charlotte Archer, I just want you to be in my sight all the time."


    After a long silence...


    Patrick finally spoke.


    But I didn''t understand.


    He didn''t love me or like me. Neither did he miss me.


    He just wanted to see me.


    In fact, if an ordinary man said this, I would think that he liked me. But in front of Patrick, I didn''t


    dare to expect so.


    I looked at him and said, "I understand. Mr. Cowell, you are afraid that I will be too close to your


    uncle and that I will find another man. You can rest assured that I won''t."


    "Stay away from him. He''s not as simple as you think."


    When I mentioned Shelton, Patrick''s face immediately became serious.


    I just nodded and said, "Well, I know. It''s just that Jeremy and his family sued me this time.


    I came to him to protect myself."


    Patrick said, "Then why didn''t youe to me? Thewyer team on my side is the best in City Y."


    There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone.


    And it seemed that he was angry.


    I only found his words ridiculous. Then I looked at him and asked, "If the murderer who framed me


    is Caroline''s family or she is involved in it, will you help me fairly?"


    Patrick looked at me. Before he could speak, I said on his behalf, "No, you will threaten me to


    withdraw theint. Otherwise, you will stand firmly on her side."


    "I''ll help you fairly," Patrick exined.


    "Will you?" I listened to his powerless exnation and sneered, "Mr. Cowell, have you forgotten why


    we divorced?"


    At first, we were on bad terms with each other.


    However, our rtionship had been alleviated in the middle.


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    I still remembered when I was kidnapped by Mrs. White, Patrick helped me bear her stabbing.


    If it weren''t for Caroline, currently, we probably...


    I clenched my hands tightly and reminded myself not to think about the past. It was clear that when


    the two of us were together, the times when we were in pain were more than those when we were


    happy.


    When I looked back on the past, I could only think of the beautiful things.


    "I won''t do it this time. Never will I do it in the future..." Patrick drooped his eyelids slightly as he


    spoke.


    It was as if he was trying to cover up the guilt in his heart.


    No matter how silly I was, I knew what his reaction meant.


    "Mr. Cowell, I''ve finished my meal. Thank you for your hospitality. I''m leaving."


    I was about to leave with my bag.


    Patrick got up, intending to see me off.


    I knew I couldn''t refuse him. So I had to agree.


    Because pedestrians and cars went on separate ways in my residential quarter. Patrick deliberately


    parked the car at the door and then walked into the residential quarter with me.


    It was a beautiful night. But we didn''t say a word while walking on the winding stone road.


    When I arrived at the door of my house, I bade farewell to him simply and went upstairs.


    After I was at home, I took a shower, changed my clothes, and packed up my things, intending to go


    downstairs and head for the hospital.


    After all, Rosy was still in a fainta. And she might wake up at any time.


    Jeremy and Tracy surely wouldn''t be in the hospital. I was worried that after Rosy woke up, she


    would feel lonely without anyone by her side.


    I packed up my things and went downstairs. As soon as I walked out of the building, I saw a person


    sitting on the flower bed not far away.


    In the dark night, something bright was shimmering.


    It seemed to be a lit cigarette.