Substitute Her to Love You novel Chapter 260

"I'm fine." I lowered my eyes and looked at the wound on my hand.

I was in so much pain in my heart.

So I couldn't even feel the pain coming from my fingers.

Shelton took out a band-aid from his pocket, stuck it on my wound, and scolded me, "You're a designer. A designer values her hand as much as her appearance. How come you say you are fine?"

I lowered my head slightly.

Shelton seemed to sense that I was in a bad mood and patted me on my head, "Could it be that you can't get him out of your mind?"

I didn't speak. Neither did my expression change in the slightest.

However, I couldn't deceive myself in my heart.

Shelton took me into his arms and patted me gently on my back, "I know that I am not him and that I can't be him. But I will do everything I can to treat you well. I will be wholly devoted to you all my life."

To me, what he had said was the best

promise.

He would treat me whole-heartedly all over his life.

What Shelton had said to me seemed to be mocking me and Patrick.

Another woman was always between me and Patrick.

That was the reason our relationship was so complicated and embarrassing.

Shelton could always persuade me to let Patrick go.

I was in Shelton's arms.

I felt warm in his arms, as if I were bathed in the warm sunshine at the end of summer and early autumn which would never burn me.

I thought that Shelton probably was the best ending for me.

I made up my mind and wrapped my arms around Shelton's waist, saying, "Give me some time. I surely will get him out of my mind."

"Okay. I'm not in a hurry."

After Shelton finished speaking, I felt that he kissed my head.

It was a light kiss.

My body trembled slightly. But I didn't refuse.

When Shelton was clearing up the broken pieces on the ground, I looked in the direction of the black coffee cup and thought for a moment, planning to put it on a cabinet on the side.

"If Patrick comes here in the future, then..."

"Oh, yes. He said that he wouldn't come here again."

With the glass hanging in mid- air, I didn't know whether I should pick it up or put it down.

"This is Patrick's cup, right? I'll give it to him when I have time."

Shelton came over, took the cup over from my hand, and put it back in the box where the cup had been placed.

He could always read my mind.

It wasn't until I saw the swelling on his face that I realized that Patrick had beaten him up just now. I walked over to him and touched his face, asking with concern, "Does it hurt? I'll help you relieve your pain with ice."

The refrigerator in the studio had an icemaker in it.

Fetching some ice out of the refrigerator, I put some ice in Shelton's handkerchief he brought with him and relieved his pain with cold compresses.

With Shelton sitting on the couch, I sat on the side and carefully helped him relieved his pain with the ice.

Seeing that he was frowning slightly, I quickly took the ice patch away, "Sorry, I will be gentler."

"It doesn't hurt. I just want to see if you will feel sorry for me." Shelton looked at me. Through the lens, I could see his gentle and bright eyes.

Hearing what he said, I was somewhat blushed.

Then, I put the ice on his face bit by bit.

However, it was summer. The ice melted soon, drenching the handkerchief. Cold water drops dripped from inside.

"I'm going to get some more ice."

I got up and went to the sink and poured out the ice in the handkerchief. Then I went to the side of the refrigerator, planning to get some more ice...

Shelton suddenly came over, wrapped his hands around my waist, and rested his chin on my shoulder.

"Mr. Shelton..."

I, who was stunned for a moment, stopped moving.