Chapter 253


    I knew it. I always knew that Shelton would be a good husband as well as a good father.


    However...


    "You are my best choice. But..." Staring at Shelton, I hesitated for a moment and said, "You are so


    good that I want topletely let go of the past before epting you. Otherwise, it is unfair to you."


    Wearing a pair of transparent- framed spectacles, Shelton looked as gentle as ever. Hearing what I


    said, he revealed a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.


    He wasn''t surprised to hear my words at all.


    He reached out and grabbed my hand, passing the warmth on his palm to me. And he shook his


    head gently, "I won''t force you to prioritize me. As long as I''m by your side, I will be fine with it. You


    don''t have to put too much pressure on yourself."


    "You''re always like this. That''s why I wanted to prioritize you."


    I said to Shelton.


    I was no longer a child.


    I surely knew that I had to be with someone


    who deserved my love.


    After that day, Patrick kept his words and didn''t contact me anymore.


    A weekter, after having a morning briefing with Calvin and others, I nned to continue working


    on my design in a smallpartment.


    I was in charge of this project only in City Y. The office space in the Design Institute in City Y was


    limited.


    In the end, they vacated a limited space for me rather than arrange a special office for me.


    Most of the time, I was fine with this. It was just that I couldn''t concentrate with many people around.


    When I held the materials for the morning briefing in my hands and went to the door of the office, I


    saw several designers standing there, looking into the office and whispering to each other.


    "What''s wrong?"


    I walked over and looked into the office as well.


    Unexpectedly, someone was sitting in front of myputer!


    It was Patrick!


    "Why is he here?"


    "He is waiting for me!"


    "As long as I don''t go over to him, he won''t leave."


    Helplessly, I had no choice but to brace myself and walk over to him. Standing in front of my office


    desk, I asked Patrick, "Mr. Cowell, what can I do for you?"


    Patrick looked around and looked up at me, "Do you work on the design here?"


    He had no longer other emotions on his face as he used to do. When he talked to me, he spoke


    formally.


    Feeling slightly relieved in my heart, I nodded.


    "Yes."


    He nodded, stood up, and put his hands in his pockets, saying, "I have prepared a temporary studio


    for you. It''s a two-story studio. You can live upstairs and work downstairs. You can live there while


    working on this project."


    "There''s no need, Mr. Cowell." I subconsciously rejected him.


    Patrick walked two steps outside. Hearing that I refused him, he wasn''t surprised at all. He paused


    and said, "This club is quite important to me. You, the designer, are the most important step and the


    guarantee of the entire project''s sess. For the sake of this project, you deserve to be treated like


    this."


    "Mr. Cowell, I can work on my design here..."


    "OK. Then I will kick these people out so that you can enjoy this office alone."


    As I wanted to refuse, Patrick''s words immediately made me hold myself back.


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    The Institute of Gaden Designing in City Y was located rtively close to the city center.


    It was old, taking up a small-sized area.


    If these designers were kicked out, there surely weren''t any other offices for them.


    Helplessly, I had no choice but topromise, "I''ll go to the office arranged by you hen."


    I packed up my things. Patrick asked his men to move theputer and the documents for me.


    Two hourster, leaving the Institute of Gaden Designing in City Y, I moved to the studio that Patrick


    had prepared for me.


    This studio was quite awesome. It was a two-story building next to the People''s Park of City Y.


    The studio wasn''t quite spacious. But its lighting was quite good.


    There were two big tables on the first floor.


    To be honest, I favored a big table.


    I could put all the documents and pictures on the table. For whatever I needed, I just to rummaged


    for it without fearing that things would fall to the ground.


    There was a separate room next to it. And the tables inside were arranged in a reverse shape.


    At first nce, it was a conference room.


    To tell the truth, this studio was simply too great!


    When I saw it for the first time, I couldn''t hide my satisfaction with it in my heart.


    Behind me, Patrick came over and asked, "Do you like it?"


    The car where his bodyguards sat arrived as well. They moved myputer in and asked, "Where


    should we put thisputer?"


    "Put it here."


    I pointed at therge table and said.


    After that, I turned to say to Patrick, "I like this studio. Thank you so much."


    "Okay." Patrick nodded and looked at me. His eyes were dark and bright. After the bodyguards put


    down theputer and went out, he asked me, "This is mypensation for what happened that


    day."


    "Compensation?"


    I was stunned for a moment. Soon, I remembered what had happened in Shelton''s house that day.


    My face instantly became a little blushed. I walked to the side of myputer hurriedly and said as


    I installed theputer, "Thank you, Mr. Cowell. Just leave the rest to me."


    "It doesn''t matter that I stay here with you for a little longer."


    As Patrick spoke, he walked to the small pantry area where there was a capsule coffee machine.


    He made coffee, took out a ck mug from the cab, and poured the coffee in it. Then he took a


    sip.


    Looking at the coffee cup in his hands, I couldn''t help but ask, "Is it your cup?"


    As far as I knew, Patrick certainly would get a cup and use it casually.


    "Yes." He raised the mug in his hands, "It is my mug. Remember not to let anyone else use it."


    "Mr. Cowell, I don''t think it''s necessary for you to leave your mug here. After all, you won''t have


    much chance toe here."


    I was a little flustered.


    "Could it be that Patrick is going toe here frequently in the future?"


    I suddenly realized that I probably would be the only one here if I worked here on usual days.


    "Well..."


    "I wille here to see how your work is going on asionally." Of course, Patrick read my mind.


    He added, "But what happenedst time won''t happen again. We are just colleagues."


    He spoke quite slowly before he finished his words.


    He seemed to be emphasizing that we were just colleagues.


    "Okay."


    Since Patrick said so, it wouldn''t be appropriate for me to say anything further.


    When I was installing myputer alone and cleaning up my things, he came over and asked me,


    "Do you need my help?"


    "No need. I can do it by myself."


    As I spoke, I deftly installed theputer.


    I turned on theputer.


    After the screen of theputer was lit up, I moved other documents over.


    Seeing me do these things on the side, Patrick suddenly said, "Starting from can you do anything


    well by yourself?"


    I was stunned.


    I turned around to look at him.


    There was a calm expression on his face. I couldn''t tell his intention judging from the look on his


    face. Neither did I know what he meant.


    Fearing that he was trying to trick me into revealing information to him, I thought about it for a


    moment and answered, "I have been like this since I was a child. My parents taught me from an


    early age that I have to count on myself for everything."