Substitute Her to Love You novel Chapter 258

As soon as I clicked opened an online shopping application, Patrick covered my hand with his slender fingers, "I have to get a mug now."

Looking up at him, I didn't get his point.

He paused for a while and continued, "Accompany me to buy one outside."

"Mr. Cowell, I have work to do."

I decisively refused with no deliberation.

He, who seemed to have guessed that I would say so, blurted, "I will delay the deadline for you."

I knew that Patrick surely wouldn't give up with ease before he got a mug.

I just had to accompany him to buy a mug.

Glancing the time, I found that it was 10 a.m. sharp. If I went out with him, I probably could bump into Shelton visiting me here.

"Alright."

I agreed.

Patrick drove me to an independent shop near the studio.

Entering the shop, I found that it was a high-

end shop for cutlery only.

The tablewares inside the shop were placed in series, one after another.

Seeing Patrick come in, a female manager immediately walked up to greet him, "Mr. Cowell, are you here to check the tablewares today?" When she saw me, she quickly added, "Were you here to choose the tablewares with your wife today?"

Hearing the manager's words, I saw that Patrick curled up his mouth slightly.

"No. I'm one of the subordinates of Mr. Cowell."

I explained to the manager hurriedly in case she would continue to address me wrong.

Hearing my correction, Patrick didn't seem to be in a foul mood. Instead of explaining, he said to the manager, "I want to buy a pair of coffee cups."

A pair of coffee cups.

Even a fool would get Patrick's point.

Hearing Patrick's words, the female manager nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, I understand!"

"I don't need any coffee cup," I explained to the female manager as I looked at Patrick.

"It is one of the employee benefits."

Patrick said disapprovingly.

At this time, the female manager had asked the clerk to bring three sets of coffee cups to us.

Among them, two sets of coffee cups were white. And only one set was of black and red color, respectively.

They looked quite conspicuous.

The three sets of coffee cups were all designed in a quite simple and elegant way. Only a small part on them could show that they were cups for a couple.

Patrick looked at me and asked, "Which set do you like?"

"Mr. Cowell, I'll use a mug. Giving me a highgrade bone China cup will be a waste."

I said calmly.

Only the rich ladies would drink their afternoon tea with a high-grade bone China cup.

Seeing that I refused, he rested his hand on the set of cups, which were of black and red color respectively, and asked, "What do you think of this pair?"

"Mr. Cowell, it is up to you."

Standing on the side, I said.

"Okay, I like this set." Patrick rested his hand on the set of cups which were of black and red color respectively.

Seeing the scene, the manager quickly praised, "Mr. Cowell, you indeed have good taste. This set is the new arrival this year. And it is a limited edition."

As she spoke, she ordered the clerk to pack them.

Someone took away the cups. After that, Patrick asked, "See if you need anything else. How about buying them together?"

"No need, Mr. Cowell." I said without hesitation, "I will go back to Town S after I finish this project. I don't need to buy anything."

Hearing what I said, Patrick, who seemed to be in a good mood, had a somewhat gloomy look on his face.

As he looked at me with her dark eyes, there seemed to be some melancholy in them.

After a long while, he said, "Talk about this matter later."

At this moment, the manager came over. She, who seemed to have sensed from a distance that Patrick and I were both in a grim mood, dared not to approach us too closely.

She stood far away from us.