Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 156

"Is there such a thing?"

Nancy was stunned.

Obviously, she had never thought of such a thing.

"Yes," I replied with a bitter smile on my face.

I just admitted it without elaborating on it.

After all, all that had happened became scars for me. Now the scars formed scabs to some extent. I didn't want to elaborate on them again.

Nancy didn't ask me anything further.

When we were sitting together silently, sounds of footsteps came from the distance.

I looked in the direction of the sounds and saw Mabel walking towards us in a long slip dress.

Seeing us, she sneered, "Oh, I do envy you for being so idle. I'm different. For my work this time, I have to refer to many things as well as design many things for it. The drafting makes me as busy as a bee."

Mabel stood at the intersection and looked at me as if she were waiting for us to speak.

However, Nancy and I had a tacit understanding. And neither of us answered.

Mabel hooked up the corner of her mouth and said awkwardly, "Oh, I have to go first. I have a lot of things to do."

Nancy and I still didn't speak.

As soon as Mabel left, I said, "Last time, she copied my work. And this time, she could even enter the final. I find it so incredible."

"That's all because of Lisa Emerson." Nancy looked in the direction where Mabel had left and said lightly, "Lisa is quite capable and loyal. And she is good at communication. For the ones who follow her, she surely won't let them suffer losses."

"In fact, it is a virtue of hers. However, it will only be so on the condition that her character is good."

"Yes, she's indeed good."

Nancy told me something about Lisa.

As a result, I dramatically had a good impression of Lisa.

It was almost noon. Nancy wanted to go back to work on the design. So I said goodbye to her.

After returning to the room, I roughly looked around at it. The room was empty. It seemed that Patrick had left.

I sat on the couch and wanted to turn on the computer again. Only then did I notice that there was a note on the computer. And the handwriting of Patrick was on it.

The note read, "My room is next to you. And you can come to me whenever you need help."

My room was at the corner of the resort. And there was only one room next door which was of the same room type as mine...

As far as I was concerned. Patrick had been living in the most luxurious suite in the resort.

I didn't expect him to live here.

Even so, it had nothing to do with me.

What I had to do was to figure out a good design.

I held the computer in one hand and circled around the room. Only then did I realize that I had made light of the task of the competition this time which actually couldn't be solved with ease.

Everybody knew how to design a room.

However, the simpler the task was, the harder it would be for the contestants to win a prize. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

What's more, among the seven people in the final, except for me, all of them were genuine masters.

In the blink of an eye, a day had passed. Sitting in my room, I wrote and drew something quickly in my notebook. However, in the end, everything I drew was in vain.

I sat in my room in a daze for two days.

It wasn't only I was almost done with tearing off the whole notebook that I finally felt that I had a clue.

When I was about to work on a draft, I heard a loud noise outside the door.

I heard sounds of messy footsteps, women's laughter, and men's whispering.

"What's going on?"

"It is clear that here is the remotest place of the resort. Few people pass by here at ordinary times. How could there be so many people here in an instant?"

I got up, stretched myself, and walked to the yard.

When I walked out, I saw seven or eight people entering the next room.

It seemed that all of them were the participants of the final.

"The next room..."

"Isn't it Patrick's room?"

"What are they doing here?”

"Did something happen to Patrick?"

I felt a strange panic in my heart. Before I could change my shoes, I rushed out!

When I came to the door, I saw a group of people crowded at the door. And each of them looked into the room with different expressions on their faces.

Some of them were surprised. Some of them covered their eyes. And some of them covered their mouths.

They were all stunned on the spot.

And they seemed to be greatly frightened.

"Could it indeed be that something had happened to Patrick?"

I walked over quickly, pushed the crowd around me apart, and looked into the house...

I was stunned...

I saw two people in the room.

A man...

And a woman.

The man was Patrick.

And surprisingly, the woman turned out to be Nancy.

Nancy was wearing a pair of underwear only. Her whole body was red. And her eyes were blurred. She looked at Patrick and jumped upon him!

Patrick dodged her in a flash. And Nancy continued to pounce on him.

She looked at Patrick and mumbled with a vague voice, "Give it to me. Give it to me... I want you..."

Her voice sounded ambiguous, tempting, and lustful.

"Nancy Bland!"

I, who was stunned for a second only, rushed into the house and picked up Patrick's clothes hanging on the side, planning to hug Nancy's body. Then someone rushed out of the bathroom with a basin of water and poured it directly on Nancy!

In an instant, I could feel the cold air rushing to my face!

The one who splashed a basin of water on Nancy was no one else but Mabel. After she finished what she was doing, she shouted, "Nancy Bland, why are you so shameless?"

"Are you alright, Nancy?"

I felt that something was wrong. But I didn't bother to pay attention to Mabel. So I continued to wrap up Nancy with the clothes.

Nancy seemed to have sobered up a little. She stood still, looked around, and touched her body. After that, she looked at me beside her. Opening her eyes wide, she asked, "What, what's wrong with me?"

"I don't know. Go back to my room with me first."

As I said, I was about to take her back to my room.

At this time, Jeremy also came with five or six bodyguards. Seeing the scene in front of him, he immediately said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Cowell. I'm late. Are you okay?"

Patrick stood by the side. And he had a calm look on his face.

He patted his clothes with his hands and glanced at Nancy, saying in a bad mood, "Check what's going on."

Although Nancy was wrapped up in clothes, her legs were still exposed outside.

Jeremy glanced at her and immediately said, "Got it!"

I wanted to take Nancy back to my room. Mabel said behind me, "I saw Nancy taking off her clothes as she walked just now, which I found strange. I didn't expect her to have the courage to seduce Mr. Cowell."

"Shut up!" I glared at Mabel.

Then I escorted Nancy to my room.

We went to the door of my room as we were followed by Jeremy. But he, who was very gentlemanly, didn't approach us. Standing more than a meter away from us, he said, "Please contact me when it's convenient for you."

"Okay, Assistant Jeremy." After I said that, I took Nancy into my house.

As soon as I entered the room, I hurriedly came over with a bath towel to wipe Nancy's body. Then I found that her body was hot as well as glowing red.

She sat there, shook her head desperately, and grabbed her hair with her hands.

I got up and wanted to pour her a glass of water. But when I turned around again, I saw her pull off a strand of her hair with force!

"Nancy!" I was so scared that I quickly put down the glass of water and rushed over to grab her hands, stopping her from pulling her hair. Then I hugged her in my arms and patted her back gently with one hand, saying, "It's okay, it's okay. It's all over."

When I held Nancy in my arms, I could feel that she was shaking.

A few minutes later, I heard her say, "It's over. I'm finished."