Chapter 368


    Janice hesitated for a moment and said, "In fact, I originally thought that Mr. Shelton was with Emily


    on a whim. However, after recent observation, I found that the situation didn''t seem to be like this."


    "What''s that?"


    "Every time Mr. Shelton calls Emily Welch by her first name, he calls her in an intimate way. When


    you aren''t around, Emily sits on Mr. Shelton''sp sometimes. And Mr. Shelton will look at her with


    affection in his eyes and speak to her in an affectionate tone. Sometimes, he treats her more


    affectionately than he does to you..."


    What Janice had said made me nervous all of a sudden.


    "Is that so?"


    "Could it be that Shelton does fall for Emily Welch?"


    But I trusted Janice and knew that she wouldn''t lie to me.


    I lowered my eyes slightly and smiled faintly, "I am d to hear that. In that case, I can give up my


    title at any time. If he indeed finds someone he likes, I will congratte him."


    In fact, Emily was better than me.


    At least, Emily didn''t have someone she loved in her heart. As long as Shelton treated her well, in


    my opinion, she would treat Shelton wholeheartedly.


    Sensing that whatever she said, I was unmoved, Janice stopped saying anything more, sighed, and


    left.


    Lying on the bed, I fell asleep after a long while.


    The New Year Holiday was over in the blink of an eye.


    Originally, I wanted to leave Glenn at home, asking Lacy to look after him. But he insisted on seeing


    Cicely. I had no choice but to take him with me and went to Nancy''s home.


    After that, Nancy and I went to the studio together.


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    Standing at the door, a few workers were installing a logo of the studio on the wall. Paulina stood on


    the side.


    In the car, I had agreed with Nancy that we should give the only staff in our studio, Paulina, some


    lucky money. Seeing her at this moment, I took out a red envelope directly from my bag and handed


    it over to her with a smile, "Happy New Year."


    "Wow." Paulina pinched the red packet and said excitedly, "I didn''t expect that I would get a red


    envelope. Thank you both, goddesses!"


    We waited for the workers to finish installing the logo. It was the first day of the New Year. We


    originally thought it would be a leisurely day.


    So we nned to go shopping, buy some clothes, and so onter.


    We sat down and made a cup of coffee. However, before we could be leisure for long, the doorbell


    rang unexpectedly.


    Paulina went to open the door. Soon, we heard a voiceing from outside, "Excuse me, is it


    Swallowtail Butterfly Studio?"


    "Yes, yes," Paulina responded while letting the speaker outside in.


    Nancy and I stood up at the same time.


    A woman wearing a professional suit and sses in her thirties came in. Upon seeing us, she


    bowed slightly and said, "Hello, my surname is Whn. I saw your introduction in an internal


    furnishing magazine."


    "Nice to meet you."


    Hearing this, Nancy and I immediately went over to greet her.


    After a few greetings, we roughly understood that thedy surnamed Whn nned to run a


    teahouse and happened to see our information in a magazine. Then she saw Nancy''s and my


    resumes on our official website. So she came here soon after the New Year Holiday was over.


    Nancy and I invited her into the conference room. Paulina served her with a ss of water.


    We started to talk about the specific details.


    Speaking of which, it should be considered the first formal project after our studio was founded.


    After a while, Paulina pushed open the door once again and poked her head in. Looking at me with


    aplicated expression on her face, she said, "Jta, someone is looking for you."


    "Looking for me?"


    Who woulde to find me here?


    Paulina smiled wryly and nodded, "Someone is indeed looking for you. Come out quickly."


    Nancy said, "You can go. I''ll talk to Mrs. Whn."


    "Okay."


    I got up and went out with doubts all over my mind.


    After going out of the conference room, I saw a man on the sofa of the studio. Wearing a ck


    overcoat, he was reading a magazine on the side with his legs crossed.


    He didn''t seem to see mee out.


    As I was about to turn around and flee, Paulina said, "Mr. Cowell, here


    The one sitting on the sofa was nobody else but Patrick.


    Hearing this, Patrick put down the magazine slowly, looked up at the conference room behind me,


    and asked, "Do you want to talk with me here or in a car?"


    "Why should I talk to you?" I looked at Patrick.


    For no reason, when I saw Patrick, I became vignt.


    Speaking of what had happened whenever I encountered him, I shouldn''t have let them take ce.


    At least, as Shelton''s fiancee, I shouldn''t have done it.


    Patrick looked up and glimpsed at the direction of the conference room, saying slowly, "You have a


    guest here, don''t you? I think you probably don''t want to talk with me here."


    He was calm and unruffled.


    Mrs. Whn visiting us here today was the first official customer after we ran apany. And her


    project would be our first order this year. I didn''t want it to be ruined.


    After hesitating for a moment, I said, "Then let''s talk outside."


    I would talk with him outside rather than in a car.


    Patrick nodded, got up, and tidied up his pants slightly before walking to the door.


    He walked to the door, stood still, and turned to look at me. It seemed that he wasn''t sure whether I


    woulde out with him.


    I had no choice but to pick up the coat on the side and go out.


    Patrick''s car was parked at the door.


    I had never seen this car before. Judging from the elongated windows, I knew the car had been


    converted.


    There was only one door on the side.


    Patrick stepped forward and opened the car door. Standing outside, I saw a wine cab right in


    front of me.


    It seemed that the seats should be on our side.


    Standing there, I didn''t move, asking, "What''s the matter? Just say it."


    As Patrick saw me like this, there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. He asked me, "Are you going to


    watch out for me like this?"


    I nodded vigorously.


    Patrick couldn''t be more frustrated. He walked toward me step by step and questioned somewhat


    bitterly, "What? As he treats you like that, you would rather be on his side and guard against me.


    How is that?"


    Hearing his words, I felt that my heart seemed to have been wrenched vigorously.


    I knew who he is talking about.


    However, what did Patrick mean by mentioning how Shelton treated me? Could it be that he was


    referring to Emily''s matter? How did he know?


    I was full of doubts, asking, "What are you talking about?"


    "Why are you pretending?" Patrick took a few steps forward, lowered his voice, and wrapped me


    directly in his arms. Lowering his head, he questioned me, "You would rather watch him go to bed


    with a maid than object to it, right?"


    Sure enough, Patrick knew it.


    I pushed Patrick with my hands. Hearing what he said, unexpectedly, I wasn''t disturbed in the


    slightest.


    I looked calm, "That''s our business."


    "Your business?" Patrick lowered his head and looked at me, "Your business is my business! He


    took you away from me by despicable means. But now he doesn''t cherish you. Then this matter has


    something to do with me!" ...I felt that I had been moved all of a sudden.


    It turned out that Patrick hade to me for this matter.


    At this time, I heard noisesing from the direction of the studio''s entrance. Looking slightly


    sideways, I saw Paulina poking her head out to watch the fun. After a moment of hesitation, I said,


    "Let''s go and talk in the car."