Chapter 258
As soon as I clicked opened an online shopping application, Patrick covered my hand with his
slender fingers, "I have to get a mug now."
Looking up at him, I didn''t get his point.
He paused for a while and continued, "Apany me to buy one outside."
"Mr. Cowell, I have work to do."
I decisively refused with no deliberation.
He, who seemed to have guessed that I would say so, blurted, "I will dy the deadline for you."
I knew that Patrick surely wouldn''t give up with ease before he got a mug.
I just had to apany him to buy a mug.
ncing the time, I found that it was 10 a.m. sharp. If I went out with him, I probably could bump
into Shelton visiting me here.
"Alright."
I agreed.
Patrick drove me to an independent shop near the studio.
Entering the shop, I found that it was a high-
end shop for cutlery only.
The tablewares inside the shop were ced in series, one after another.
Seeing Patricke in, a female manager immediately walked up to greet him, "Mr. Cowell, are
you here to check the tablewares today?" When she saw me, she quickly added, "Were you here to
choose the tablewares with your wife today?"
Hearing the manager''s words, I saw that Patrick curled up his mouth slightly.
"No. I''m one of the subordinates of Mr. Cowell."
I exined to the manager hurriedly in case she would continue to address me wrong.
Hearing my correction, Patrick didn''t seem to be in a foul mood. Instead of exining, he said to the
manager, "I want to buy a pair of coffee cups."
A pair of coffee cups.
Even a fool would get Patrick''s point.
Hearing Patrick''s words, the female manager nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, I understand!"
"I don''t need any coffee cup," I exined to the female manager as I looked at Patrick.
"It is one of the employee benefits."
Patrick said disapprovingly.
At this time, the female manager had asked the clerk to bring three sets of coffee cups to us.
Among them, two sets of coffee cups were white. And only one set was of ck and red color,
respectively.
They looked quite conspicuous.
The three sets of coffee cups were all designed in a quite simple and elegant way. Only a small part
on them could show that they were cups for a couple.
Patrick looked at me and asked, "Which set do you like?"
"Mr. Cowell, I''ll use a mug. Giving me a highgrade bone China cup will be a waste."
I said calmly.
Only the richdies would drink their afternoon tea with a high-grade bone China cup.
Seeing that I refused, he rested his hand on the set of cups, which were of ck and red color
respectively, and asked, "What do you think of this pair?"
"Mr. Cowell, it is up to you."
Standing on the side, I said.
"Okay, I like this set." Patrick rested his hand on the set of cups which were of ck and red color
respectively.
Seeing the scene, the manager quickly praised, "Mr. Cowell, you indeed have good taste. This set
is the new arrival this year. And it is a limited edition."
As she spoke, she ordered the clerk to pack them.
Someone took away the cups. After that, Patrick asked, "See if you need anything else. How about
buying them together?"
"No need, Mr. Cowell." I said without hesitation, "I will go back to Town S after I finish this project. I
don''t need to buy anything."
Hearing what I said, Patrick, who seemed to be in a good mood, had a somewhat gloomy look on
his face.
As he looked at me with her dark eyes, there seemed to be some mncholy in them.
After a long while, he said, "Talk about this matterter."
At this moment, the manager came over. She, who seemed to have sensed from a distance that
Patrick and I were both in a grim mood, dared not to approach us too closely.
She stood far away from us.
Patrick and I roughly walked around the spacious store.
To tell the truth, the porcin in this store looked quite beautiful. Most of them were white with
decorations on them.
They looked quite grand.
If it were in the past, I surely would buy a lot of them and took them home.
Unfortunately, I was no longer what I used to be.
By the time Patrick and I went to the counter to pay the bill, a set of cups had been packed and put
in a bag.
After paying the bill, the manager handed the cups to us and said, "The cups have good
implications. Cups for a couple means that the lovers will be together for a lifetime."
"Mr. Cowell, please remember to gift your wife with this."
I said in a low voice.
Hearing my words the manager had an upset look on her face and said nothing more.
In fact, I was puzzled, wondering how could anyone in City Y was ignorant of the fact that Kelsi was
Patrick''s wife.
If they knew about it, howe the female manager would have said these words? Could it be that
they thought that it was quitemon for the rich to have an affair?
On the way back to the studio, Patrick asked, "What would you like for lunch?"
As expected, he asked me such a question.
I said decisively, "Shelton will send my lunch to the studio."
"Then he doesn''t have to do so in the future."
Patrick immediately answered.
The atmosphere in the car became much more gloomy.
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Seeing that the situation came to such an extent, I said decisively, "Mr. Cowell, what exactly do you
want to do? You have a wife. And I''m not your ex- girlfriend. What is the point of your pestering me
like this?"
Holding the steering wheel with his lean an powerful hands, Patrick looked ahead.
He didn''t answer me.
It wasn''t until the car parked next to a restaurant that he looked at me and said, "Since I''ve found
out that you are Charlotte Archer, no one can change my mind. It doesn''t have anything to do with
who you are."
After that, he got out of the car, walked to my side quickly, and opened the door to the passenger''s
seat for me.
I hesitated for a moment and got out of the car in the end.
It happened that a taxi drove over.
I stopped the taxi and directly got in.
Patrick didn''t stop me from doing that. Instead, he stood on the side and looked at me.
But I couldn''t see his expression clearly.
I went back to the studio.
Soon, Shelton arrived.
Holding arge lunch box in his hands, he came in, looked around, and asked, "Where is he?"
"He wanted to take me for lunch. I took a cab and came back by myself."
After I said that, I found that Shelton looked a little disappointed.
He opened the lunchbox and ced a few dishes on the table. Then the fragrance of the food
wafted into my nose.
Sitting down and looking at the four delicious dishes in front of me, I couldn''t help but swallow, "Mr.
Shelton, the dishes you brought look delicious at a nce. I can''t live without you."
Hearing my words, Shelton looked somewhat frustrated, "Unexpectedly, it''s my cooking that you
can''t live without."
"How can you say so?" I picked up the chopsticks and took a bite of the dishes first, "Other men
can''t cook as well as you do."
Besides cooking, Shelton was capable of more things.
And he could take good care of me. I didn''t need to force myself to grow up by his side.
Originally, I thought that Patrick wouldn''te here.
However, as soon as I had two mouthfuls of dishes, the door of the studio was opened.
Turning around, I saw Patrick standing at the door. Seeing Shelton and me, his profound eyes
seemed to be covered with a thinyer of ice.
Curling up the corner of his mouth slightly, he said, "Uncle Shelton, you''re so considerate."
Shelton looked at Patrick. This time, with a gloomy look on his face, Shelton said, "It''s not shameful
to cook for my beloved woman."
I was stunned.
I didn''t expect Shelton to be so straightforward.
Patrick came in. With my back to him, I could feel Patrick walking behind me. Before I could look
back, I felt that Patrick rested his hand on my shoulder and said, "Uncle Shelton, it happens that I
want to inform you that I''m going to chase Jta formally."
As he spoke, I stood up at the same time and shook off his hand. Standing close to Shelton, I said
coldly, "I am not avable for a married man."