Substitute Her to Love You novel Chapter 517

After the wedding, our honeymoon plan was postponed because Rosalie was too young and Patrick's legs had not yet fully recovered.

I had been resting at home all along. Sometimes I would talk to Nancy about my work.

It was March with spring blossoms when Rosalie was 100 days old.

Early in the morning, Patrick went out as usual, and I saw him off at the door.

He held my face, kissed my forehead gently, and said softly, "Pack your daily necessities this morning. We'll go to our new home this afternoon."

"New home? Where is it? Why didn't you mention it before?"

I was stunned.

I hadn't heard anything about the new home from Patrick so far.

He looked mysterious and tidied up the messy hair on my face. "You will know when we arrive in the afternoon."

After that, without waiting for me to ask more questions, he glanced at his watch and hurried

out.

"A new home?"

I thought about it carefully. After getting married to Patrick, I moved into this house. Rosalie's room was converted from a previous guest room.

He seemed to mention the new home a few times, but he didn't specifically talk about it. So I didn't ask him about it.

I thought this place was good to live in. There was good property management, the community was separated from the parking lots, and there was CBD around. In short, it was very convenient.

"Ding Dong."

I was tidying up while Rosalie was sleeping when the doorbell rang.

"Is Patrick back?"

I put down the things and came out of the bedroom. It was Lacy who opened the door. She took a pink box from outside, with beautiful ribbons on it.

"This is..."

I looked at the box with some confusion.

Lacy came over and handed me the box, saying, "It was just sent over by the properties. They said a gentleman had just left it behind."

"A gentleman?"

I looked at the box in my arms and shook it. There was a slight noise in it.

"This size seems to be a pair of shoes."

Hesitating for a moment, I sat down on the sofa and opened the box.

As expected, there was a pair of silvery-white high-heels inside. When I saw them, I was stunned.

I checked the shoe size and it fit me perfectly.

Lacy, who was next to her, came over and said, "Wow, Madam, these shoes are so beautiful. Is it a gift from Mr. Cowell?"

"I don't think so." I thought.

Although I didn't know who sent it to me, I had a hunch that it was not Patrick.

I took a closer look inside the box and found that there was a small hand-written greeting card in the inter layer of the box.

[Sister Janetta:

This is a wedding gift for you. I wanted to give it to you when you got married, but I'm sorry that I didn't save enough money at that time, so I give it to you now.

Anyway, I wish you a happy marriage and eternal happiness.]

There was no signature below, but I knew it was Jason.

I put the card back to the original place, looked at the beautiful pair of high-heels in the box, and murmured, "Thank you, and good luck to you."

I put away the shoes and hesitated for a moment. Then I put them in the innermost part of the shoe cabinet and carefully preserved them.

After putting the shoes away, I came out and said to Lacy, "Don't tell Patrick about the high-heels."

Lacy was a little surprised, but she seemed to understand something and agreed.

It was about 4:00 p.m. and Rosalie was still sleeping when Patrick arrived home.

He came in and the first thing he asked me was, "Are you ready?"

"Yes." I nodded, but I still couldn't help asking, "Where is our new home?"

Patrick approached me and looked down at me with a puzzled face. "What? You're afraid that I will sell you out?"

"Then remember to call me to count the money for you."

I said with a smile.

I was just curious about where the new home was.

Because of my work, if there were newly developed and famous estate in City Y, Nancy and I would go to see the style if we are interested. But most of them are more or less the same, none of them are particularly outstanding.

I couldn't figure out where had Patrick chosen to be our new home.

"Where's Rosalie?" Patrick glanced inside.

"She just fell asleep." I answered, and said with some entanglement, "It's not easy for her to fall asleep, can we wait..."

I stopped.

Rosalie was only three months old and was super sleepy. Sometimes she could sleep two-thirds of a day, and even if she woke up in the middle, she wouldn't wake up for long.

Patrick looked at Janice and Lacy, who were standing aside, and said to me, "Then leave Rosalie to them. Let's go first, and we can pick them up later or tomorrow."

"But..."

I trusted Janice and Lacy, but Rosalie was just three months old. To be honest, I had never really left her yet.

Lacy understood my hesitation and said, "Leave her to us. Trust me! We will keep Rosalie safe and sound!" "You see, they have worked for us for years, don't you believe them?" Patrick persuaded me.

"That's right, and there's always a first time for everything." I thought.

In the end, I nodded and said, "Alright."

Patrick helped me take my things and went out.

The driver was ready to go.

Car all the way to the outer ring road. I looked in this direction and felt somewhat familiar. I had a few vague guesses in my mind.

However, I wasn't particularly sure, so I didn't speak out.

Halfway through, a call came in on Patrick's cell phone. I glanced at his screen and it appeared to be Roger.

Patrick picked it up and only said, "We're coming soon."

Then he hung up.

The car drove for another fifteen minutes. Looking at the direction the car was going, I recalled the estate I went to before. Because this area had been developed, there was really no new residential district.

"Could it be..."

"We're not going to that place, are we?"

I looked at Patrick and was basically sure about

the answer.

Patrick looked at me with a deep smile in his black eyes. He grasped my hand and said, "We are almost there."

He didn't say it clearly, but I already had the answer.