Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel Chapter 278

When Shelton was taking a shower, I hurried back to my room to put on my clothes.

I lost a lot of weight recently and my face was a little pale because of my coma. In order not to worry Ned, I put on a little makeup and applied a layer of pink blusher, which made me look much better.

When I opened the door, Shelton also came out.

He was wearing a pure white bathrobe. Its neckline was wide open to the waist, revealing his tight pectoral muscles.

Seeing him like this, I couldn't help but blush. I lowered my head slightly and said, "I'm ready. I'll wait for you in the living room."

"All right."

His voice came into my ears with a faint smile.

It wasn't until he entered the bedroom that I reached the living room.

Sitting on the sofa, I picked up the little doll next to me, which was a cute kitten.

It had a big head.

Such a thing didn't match Shelton at all.

I held the little kitten and pinched it for a while. Then I heard a chuckle beside me. I turned around and found that Shelton had been standing beside me, looking at me and curling his lips into a faint smile.

"I'll buy more later if you like it," Shelton said.

I quickly placed the doll to one side and shook my head. "No need. You're ready, aren't you? Let's go," I said when I saw that he had gotten changed.

"Okay." He reached out his hand to me and put his palm upward.

I was stunned for a moment before understanding what he was trying to do. I hesitated for a while before putting my hand into his.

It was almost six o'clock. When we went out, there was a traffic jam on the road outside. It was not a long journey, but it took us more than an hour.

We arrived at Ned's house.

As soon as we entered, we saw a housekeeper and a servant standing in the living room. Ned was sitting alone on a wide sofa, reading a newspaper.

Perhaps it was because the room was too big that he looked lonely when he sat there.

"Mr. Ned." I called him as I walked inside.

Ned looked up at me and said with a smile, "Well, you'd better call me grandpa. It sounds weird to hear you call me Mr. Ned."

"Grandpa Cowell." I corrected myself.

Grandpa should be the most appropriate address given our ages.

Because we arrived here late, the meal was already ready. Ned invited us to sit at the table.

After what happened last time, Ned wouldn't allow me to drink anymore.

They didn't drink either.

The dinner tonight was more like a casual meal.

The only thing was that the atmosphere was rather oppressive.

When I was eating, I clearly felt that Ned was not in a good mood, and his attitude toward Shelton was not as good as before.

In the second half of the meal, everyone was full, so no one had the intention of continue eating.

Ned stood up and said to Shelton, "Shelton, have you finished eating? Come with me. I want to have a word with you."

"Okay." Shelton was not surprised by Ned's words at all. He stood up and did not forget to say to me before leaving, "Wait for me downstairs for a while. I'll be right here." "Hmm."

I nodded.

I didn't know why I kept feeling that something was about to happen.

They left. I was not in the mood to eat alone, so I put down my chopsticks and sat down on the sofa.

On the tea table was the newspaper Ned had just read.

I picked it up casually, and at a glance, I saw a piece of news which read: The Empire is shaking— the ten billion investment of Towering High Group may be cast to the winds.