Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 313

Holding a hairdryer, I couldn't help but feel that my hands shaking a little. To make myself look less panicked, I looked away and continued to blow my hair.

After a while, I felt that Shelton wrapped his arms around my waist.

Sensing this, I trembled.

Without moving, I sat there and continued to blow my hair.

Shelton kissed my wet hair, my neck, and my shoulder.

I, who probably was too nervous, forgot to move my hand holding the hairdryer. It wasn't until the hot wind burned my scalp that I realized it.

I quickly turned off the hairdryer.

Without the sound of the hairdryer, it was quiet in the whole room all of a sudden.

Without the disruption of the hairdryer, Shelton got closer to me and tightened his arms around my waist with more force.

Sitting there with a stiff back, I dared not move at all.

A moment later, Shelton began to unbutton my casual clothes and kissed me more and more fervently.

With my back to him, I closed my eyes. I had been expecting what would happen next.

Shelton unbuttoned my top one by one...

After removing my home clothes, he found that there was a bottoming shirt inside.

Behind me, he suddenly said with a chuckle, "Are you so wary of me?"

"I... I'm cold." I gritted my teeth.

I wasn't even convinced by my lie.

"Oh." Hearing my words, Shelton asked tentatively, "So, can I remove it now?"

Sitting there, I had never been so torn.

I didn't want to be stripped naked by Shelton.

I wondered if others were the same as me.Facing the one I didn't love, I didn't want to have intercourse with him.

I didn't feel anything at all.

At this moment, I could only feel his kissing horrible and disgusting.

I felt nothing else.

Even if I didn't speak, Shelton began to make a move by himself. I felt a chill in my abdomen.

And my bottoming shirt had been rolled up.

I closed my eyes and didn't move, waiting for his next move.

Time ticked by.

However, I no longer felt any chill on my abdomen.

On the contrary, he rolled down my bottoming shirt.

I opened my eyes and looked through the mirror, only to see that Shelton didn't make any further move. Sitting behind me, he smiled helplessly while holding me in his arms, "Seeing you so desperate and helpless as if you were waiting for your sentence, I indeed can't bear to force you."

"I'm sorry..."

I looked down and apologized to him.

I was afraid that he would be angry or disappointed.

I wanted to live. I wanted to see Patrick safe and sound. And I wanted to protect Glenn.

"It's okay." Shelton pulled the quilt away, saying, "Go to sleep. I'll only sleep with you in my arms. Is that okay?"

His voice was gentle. He could have coerced me. But h asked my opinion instead.

It was as if nothing had changed.

I nodded, "Let me dry my hair first."

As I said that, I picked up the hairdryer. As I was about to turn it on, he grabbed the hairdryer from my hand and said, "I'll help you."

I was a little surprised.

With a hairdryer in his hands, Shelton helped me dry my hair little by little.

He did it gently.

Seeing this, I recalled the time when he had helped me wash my hair.

If I hadn't known those things and what had happened today, I probably would have been willing to accept him.

What a pity.

There were no ifs.

It wasn't until my hair was completely dry that he put down the hairdryer and said seriously, "You can go to bed now."

"Thank you..."

I wanted to thank him subconsciously. But something came to my mind upon I finished my words.

It was too late for me to shut up.

Shelton directly turned me over and pressed me on the pillow, looking down at me with a bit of ambiguous warmth in his bright eyes.

"Could it be that..."

I felt nervous. Seeing that his handsome face was getting closer and closer to me, I became more and more nervous.

He sprayed his hot breath on my face.

I closed my eyes nervously.

A kiss with a bit of heat and humidness fell on my forehead. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

When I was waiting for more kisses from him, I heard him say, "Do you want me to continue kissing me?"

I quickly opened my eyes and stared at Shelton.

And I saw that he had straightened his back up.

Seeing me open my eyes, he sat aside, put the blanket on me properly, and got into the blanket as well. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he held me in his arms, saying, "Don't worry. I can hold myself back before we get married."

I knew that he was setting up a deadline for me.

When that time came, I couldn't escape.

The next morning, Shelton sent me to Nancy's office. When I was about to get off the car, he said,

"I'll pick you up in the evening. Attend a social event with me."

"I..."

"Good girl."

As I was about to speak, Shelton interrupted me.

Hearing his brief words, I couldn't refuse.

Helplessly, I could only nod my head in agreement.

After I arrived at the office, Nancy came over, saluted me with her hands, and said with a convincing look, "You told me before that Shelton was rich. But I didn't believe it. Now I am convinced."

Without any further explanation from Nancy, I knew that she surely had read the news of the auction at Noah Center yesterday.

Now, besides Nancy, everyone else in the whole City Y and the whole country probably had known Shelton.

I deliberately changed the subject, "Is there anything I need to do?"

He didn't want to get Nancy involved in this matter.

Nancy didn't take my attitude to her heart. Nodding, she said, "Yes, yes, yes!" She mocked herself while tidying up things, "Well, I am asking Janetta Nolan, Shelton's fiancee, to be my assistant. I wonder whether I will be stricken by the lighting sooner or later."

"I'm an unemployed vagrant now. I have to thank you for making me occupied. After our studio is set up, I won't have time to be your assistant."

In fact, sometimes, I hoped that I could be a little busy.

In this way, I wouldn't have to go home so early.

I had been busy the whole day. And Shelton called me that afternoon after he arrived downstairs.

He took me home and let me get changed first before taking me to participate in a social event.

I followed him to the entrance of a banquet hall.

Before we entered the room, I heard a melodious violin sound.

Standing outside the door, I saw a lot of people inside whom I was familiar with. Some of them were the big shots who had appeared in the front rows of Noah Center that day.

While some were big shots that had often appeared in financial news.

When we stood at the door, they were originally chatting in groups of two or three.

When I was walking in with Shelton, someone shouted, "Mr. Shelton!"

At this time, everyone looked at the door.

For a moment, those people all came in the direction of the door and surrounded us.

All sorts of flattering voices rang in my ears.

Shelton responded one by one.

After the crowd dispersed, I stood there with Shelton. One by one. Then people came to propose a toast to him one after another, asking him about the cooperation.

It seemed that Shelton, who was originally a nameless doctor, had become a celebrity overnight.

And he was a celebrity whose cause was known to everyone.

Standing next to Shelton, I was like a puppet wearing a smiling mask.