Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel Chapter 481

Not knowing how long it had passed, I felt the car had stopped and he carried me into the house.

It was pitch black in front of me. I opened my eyes a little bit, looked around at the scene in front of me, and realized that I was home.

Our home.

I was carried upstairs by Shelton.

Lying on the spacious and soft bed, I was in a mess. What would happen next?

"What if he really wants to..."

"I can't say no to it anyway."

"After all, I will marry him tomorrow."

I just laid there.

I heard his footsteps coming from far to me. He walked to me and sat on the bed.

When I was waiting for him to do something, I felt he put something on my left ring finger.

An ice-cold thing.

The ring.

He put on the ring for me again.

I felt like a poisonous needle had pierced into my heart. It didn't look like a big deal, but the poison inside was dispersing.

I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling. "Shelton, I don't want to marry you."

"You are drunk."

"I'm not!" I suddenly sat up from the bed and looked at Shelton in front of me. With all kinds of pain in my heart, I said to him, "I have never been as sober as I am now. I really don't want to marry you."

When I said this, perhaps it was the effect of alcohol, the tears that I had held back for a whole night burst!

I only felt that there was mist in front of my sight. Relying on my intuition, I grasped Shelton and murmured, "I don't want to marry you. Please let me go, please!"

As I spoke, I wanted to take off the ring on my left hand. He raised his hand and stopped me.

I ignored him and said, "I don't want to wear this. I don't want to marry you. I really don't want to marry you."

I cried out.

Maybe I really was drunk.

I didn't remember Shelton's reaction at all.

I only remembered that I was kneeling on the bed, crying out, "I don't want to marry you. I really don't want to."

I didn't remember what happened later.

Maybe I was too tired to cry.

I fell asleep.

When I woke up again, the sky outside was already bright.

I looked up at the ceiling and touched the clothes on my body. The clothes had been changed into leisure wear.

My eyes seemed to be swollen because I cried too hard last night.

I sat up and thought for a while. Then I remembered what happened last night.

I had gone to the bar. Shelton had taken me back. Then I had told him that I didn't want to marry him.

Looking around, I didn't see Shelton.

Thinking about what I did last night, I was a little nervous. Would Shelton be angry?

After all, I had never expressed my feeling this clearly before.

I couldn't find the clothes I wore before. I opened the closet and found a new set.

There were all cosmetics on the dressing table.

Although there was no packing box, it could be seen at a glance that they were newly bought.

I sat in front of the dressing table, thinking that I was going to get the marriage license with Shelton today.

From now on, I will be his Mrs. Cowell.

My heart was so sorrowful that I couldn't wait to be rooted in this room and never went out.

However, I was also more aware that this was an impossible thing.

There was a small box on the table, with dozens of lipsticks in it. I opened two of them and selected a more natural color.