Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 132

I called subconsciously, "Patrick Cowell?"

After I finished my words, I regretted it.

But he heard me. And he looked up and saw me. It was dark. Although I couldn't see his eyes clearly, I heard that he laughed bitterly. Then he said, "I didn't like you calling me by my name in the past, hoping that you could call me Patrick. Now, even though you call me, I am happy."

"Mr. Cowell, why are you still here?"

For no reason, his words made my heart tighten. And there was a kind of faint bitterness lingering in my heart.

"I, I don't know either." Patrick's voice sounded a little disconsolate. Then he stood up and asked me, "Where are you going? Do you need me to send you off?"

"No need."

I didn't want to tell him that I was going to the hospital.

"I'll send you off. After all, we have met each other," Patrick said as he walked up to me.

I saw his face clearly. Although it had been only a little while since I had seen him just

now, I felt he was a little haggard.

I thought that it probably was an illusion.

I wanted to leave on my own. But Patrick wouldn't let me go.

Helplessly, I could only tell him that I was going to Holy Spirit Hospital.

In fact, in my heart, I was in a conflict.

Based on my reasoning, I knew that I should be wary of Patrick who was on Caroline's side.

But what I had done, what I was thinking in my heart, and what I was thinking subconsciously, all indicated that I trusted him.

I looked down on myself when I was like this.

After we arrived at Holy Spirit Hospital, I went up to see Rosy. And Patrick followed me.

I stood outside Rosy's ICU ward and watched her quietly lying there with her eyes closed. She, who was still the same as what I had seen every day, didn't have any change at all.

The numbers on the surrounding instruments seemed to have not changed much either.

But it seemed that the numbers looked a little different.

I, who didn't have any knowledge about medicine, didn't know what the difference of the numbers meant.

Patrick stood behind me and said, "My grandfather also came to see her before."

"Grandpa Cowell?" I turned to look at Patrick in surprise.

"Yes." Patrick nodded, "After Caroline intended to jump off the building, Grandma Rosy specifically called my grandfather and told him about this marriage. But my grandfather immediately refused."

"It is understandable."

Caroline tried to hurt me back then. And I exposed her plagiarism.

As a result, Ned instantly thought ill of both of us. The way I see it, he surely wouldn't agree to choose either of us to be his daughter-in-law.

"However, after Grandpa came to see Grandma Rosy here, he changed his mind. And he personally summoned Caroline and me to his home, saying that he agreed to let us get married."

After Patrick finished his words, my heart tightened.

"Did Ned agree?"

"In that case, aren't Patrick and Caroline going to get married?"

"That's fine."

"That's fine."

"Well, congratulations..." Before I could finish my words, Patrick hugged me from behind.

I heard him say, "Charlotte Archer, I can marry her. But I haven't touched her. And I won't touch her for the rest of my life. You are the only woman with whom I am willing to spend my whole life."

"Mr. Cowell..."

"Don't call me like that." Patrick hugged me from behind and asked me, "Where do you live?"

His voice was a little hoarse.

And it sounded somewhat ambiguous. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

I was very clear that what would happen then once I gave him an answer.

But I was just a fool. And I, who had always been confused by him, told him that where I stayed.

We entered the escortroom. Patrick held me in his arms and placed me gently on the bed. After that, he was all on me as he said, "Charlotte Archer, I want you..."

I probably became arrogant because of his favor for me.

I looked at him and asked him, "You said you had never touched Caroline Archer. Then her child..."

"It's not mine."

Patrick's answer shocked me!

"Not yours?" I looked at him suspiciously. "How do you know?"

He moved his hands a little bit as he did foreplay. Then he looked at me seriously with his black eyes, "I have never touched her. At least, it is so when I am clear-headed. At first, I thought the child was mine. Because I was drunk that day. And I thought she was you..."

Speaking of this, he pushed my hair aside from my cheek.

After revealing my entire face, he gently bent down and kissed my cheek, "Others say that you two look the same. But in my eyes, you don't look alike at all. So after she was pregnant that day, I was always skeptical about it."

"And then?"

Patrick said flatly, "And on the day of her child's miscarriage, I got someone to do a DNA test. And the result showed that the child wasn't mine."

I looked at him, feeling overwhelmingly heartbroken, "Patrick, she lied to you to such an extent. And you treat her well all the time. You surely love her..."

"I'm sorry..."

At this time, Patrick's body was already boiling hot.

When he kissed me, I only felt his hot breath sprayed on my face as if he wanted to burn me down.

He kept flirting with me. And I couldn't help but make ambiguous and seductive noise.

The lights in the room were turned off. And the moonlight was so cold. I, who couldn't see his expression clearly, sensed his movement as I was guided him little by little.

He filled me up.

Because of the most primitive instinct, I hooked his neck and put up with his move representing his love for me at this moment.

In the end, I fell asleep in his arms.

By the time I woke up again, no one was by my side on the bed. I subconsciously touched it and found that there was a little warmth left.

I glanced at the room, only to see that his black suit was hanging there and that his leather shoes were there as well.

When I was looking for him, I saw Patrick coming out of the bathroom. He, who was naked, only wrapped his lower body up in a bath towel.

Dewdrop dripped down along his short hair.

When he saw that I was awake, he suddenly jumped on me again.

I knew what he wanted to do. But I had to go to work today!

"I'm sorry, I can't..."

At this time, I was sobered up. Thinking about what I had done last night, I felt that I surely had gone crazy.

I thought to myself, "Why did I bring him here?"

But Patrick held me in his arms, "Baby, I found out that I simply wouldn't get tired of sleeping with you. Since I slept with you for the first time, I've been addicted to it. No matter how long has passed ever since you left me, I can't get rid of you."

"No... You will be my brother-in-law soon."

I made up my mind to push him away.

He got up, wrapped himself in a thin blanket, and walked into the bathroom with his clothes in his hands.

He took a shower.

When he came out again, he, who had already changed into a suit, stood there.

I stood at the door awkwardly, looked at him, and said, "I'll go to work after taking a look at my grandmother. You don't have to send me off."

"Then I'll go up with you."

"No need."

It was probably because the sun was shining on me during the day that I was very sober. I knew that I had to draw a clear line with him.

Patrick, on the other hand, was still following me.

Knowing that I couldn't get rid of him, I didn't say anything more.

However, when I went up, I saw several people standing at the door of Rosy's ICU ward.

I was familiar with every one of them.

They were Jeremy, Tracy, and Caroline...

I was so scared that I wanted to leave. But Jeremy turned his head. Even so, it seemed that he didn't see me at first. Instead, he saw Patrick behind me and said, "Why are you here?"