Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 433

On the way back, my heart was filled with worry. I was really afraid that Ned would also turn me away!

But when I took a taxi to the door and found that there was no one at the door, I was relieved.

I passed through the garden, entered Ned's home, and knocked on the door.

The butler opened the door for me. When he saw me, he called out respectfully, "Greeting, Miss Nolan."

I was a little nervous and asked, "Is Grandpa Cowell here?"

The butler nodded and made a gesture of "please come in".

Then I walked in.

The Cowell Family's house was the same as before. After I went in, the housekeeper said, "Master is in the tea room upstairs. I'll report it for you."

"Thank you."

I said gratefully.

Perhaps, Ned is the only one in the Cowell Family that will beware of me.

The steward went upstairs and soon came down. He said, "Miss Nolan, Old Master is waiting for you upstairs."

I went upstairs.

The door of the tea room was unlocked. I knocked on it twice before opening it.

In the tea room, Ned was sitting in a huge gold Phoebe chair, with a purple clay teapot in his hand. He was making tea.

I haven't seen Ned for a long time.

The last time I saw him was when he was hospitalized because of Shelton. This time when I saw him, Ned had obviously become much older.

His grey hair was now completely white, and her face was covered with senile plaques.

The Cowell Family had been going through a lot recently, so he must have worried a lot.

"Want to drink some tea, girl?"

Ned looked at me. There was not a hint of disgust in his expression. It was calm.

I was a little embarrassed, so I quickly sat down and said, "I'll make tea for you, grandpa. I'm good at making tea."

I thought it was too lonely for him to make tea and drink alone. It's good to have someone to accompany him.

Hearing this, Ned slightly lifted his eyelids and smiled. "Well, let me have a taste of your tea making."

As he spoke, he put down the clay teapot in his hand.

I didn't say a word. I first changed the tea leaves in the pot, then took the new tea leaves, put the tea back in the pot, and began to make the tea. After I finished, I put the purple sand cup in front of the old man and said, "Grandpa Cowell, please have a taste."

Ned picked it up and sniffed it. Then he nodded and lowered his head to continue the tasting.

When he finished, I poured another cup for him before I poured it for myself.

I learned how to make tea from Ryan. On the surface, it seemed to be similar in sequence with ordinary tea art, but there were some small details that could make better use of the fragrance of tea. After finishing drinking, Ned put down the teacup. He did not show any joy. Instead, he sighed and said, "You came to me for Patrick, right?"

"Yes." I didn't deny it. I wanted to ask for the manor address directly, but I hesitated for a moment. I said, "I'm really sorry for what happened to Patrick this time. If only I could ..." "Alas, I don't blame you. It's all his own choice." Ned sighed. "I shouldn't have just stood by at the beginning. If I had helped you a bit earlier, things wouldn't have turned out this way."

I thought he should be the one who knew everything best.

He should have known what had happened from the beginning, but I didn't know how much he had helped and what he had done.

I didn't say anything. Ned looked up and sized me up. "Janetta, although you're not Rosy's biological granddaughter, I know that Rosy doted on you the most. When she came to find me and asked me to let you marry Patrick, I disagreed at first, but she told me that you're her best granddaughter, the most precious pearl in the Archer Family. At that time, I knew that you're a good child."

"Grandpa Cowell..."

When I heard him speak of Rosy, my eyes were filled by tears.

"Later, what you did, including selling house to help Rosy hand over the money to ICU. I knew she was right about you." After saying that, Ned took out a piece of paper from the drawer under the

table and put it on the table. He said, "This is the address of the Cowell Family's manor. If you want to go, please do it. You are a good girl. If Patrick misses you, he is not lucky enough."

"Grandpa..."

Ned waved his hand. "Just go. You and Glenn can come to visit me when you're free. Come and drink tea with me."

"Okay." As I spoke, I poured another cup of tea for Ned.

Then, I picked up the paper in front of him and left.

There was the address of Cowell Family's manor on the map. It was located in the suburbs.

My car would come tomorrow. And I knew that if I went to there rashly like this, I will probably be driven out by Patrick. I hesitated for a while and made up my mind. I took a taxi and went directly to Shirley's studio.

After a year, I finally came here again.

When I entered, the wind bell at the door rang while the door was opened. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

The studio was still the same as before, which was full of beautiful wedding dresses. When I entered, it felt like walking into a sea of wedding dresses.

There was no staff coming to pick me up. Shirley came out in a wheelchair. When she saw me, she was a little surprised at first, but then she said with a smile, "Welcome."

I said, "Well, I want to take my wedding dress."

Shirley nodded. "It's upstairs. Follow me."

I took the elevator with her to the second floor.

In the elevator, Shirley said, "I know you will come. After all, Shelton is a rare good man."

"No." When she heard this, I quickly denied it. "The reason why I wear this wedding dress today is not because of Shelton, but because of another man..."

"Another man?"

Shirley raised his head to look at me. She was clearly a bit surprised.

I nodded and said nothing else.

When the elevator reached the second floor, I followed Shirley to the door of a room. She handed me a bunch of keys and said, "Open the door for me."

I took the key and opened the door.

The moment the door was pushed open, I was stunned.

The entire room was filled with a set of wedding dresses.

Each wedding dress was worn on the cloth model, and then placed in a glass cover.

And one of them was a white and flawless lace wedding dress, which suddenly hit me in the heart.

Clearly, all the wedding dresses are beautiful, but I noticed that one at first glance.

When I went straight to the wedding dress, I heard Shirley behind me said, "Look, have you already felt that the wedding dress belong to you?"

I walked up to the wedding dress.

Unlike other wedding dresses, this one won't reveal one's chest or arm.

The lace of the wedding dress covered its neck, both sides of arms, and even hands were covered.

The whole set of clothes was as white as the snow in winter, but there was inlaid with a blood-red gem in the middle.

"Do you like it?"

Behind me, Shirley asked.

"I like it." My eyes got stuck on the gem all the time and I couldn't take my eyes off it.

I seemed to have understood the meaning of the gem.

It was a cinnabar mole on the heart.