Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 164

At this time, I was standing on the edge of the swimming pool. Ryan didn't let go of me directly. Instead, it wasn't until he dragged me to the lounge chair on the shore that he let go of me.

I tried my best to shake my head so that I could be soberer.

Ryan stood beside me. And I heard the sound of Patrick jumping over the fence.

He walked to me and said, "Get me a bath towel."

"No need. I, I'm all right." I quickly got up and said to Ryan, "Ryan, thank you."

Ryan was about to walk into the room. When he heard what I had said, he looked at me.

He stared at me for two seconds before saying, "It's fine."

At this time, Jeremy had taken out a bath towel from Ryan's room and said to Ryan, "Mr. Ryan, I'll use a bath towel from your room first. And I'll ask the waiter to bring you a new one right away."

"Take it away."

Ryan waved his hands and walked into the

room on his own.

Patrick took the bath towel over and put it on me.

He reached out his hand to touch my forehead and then my face. Then he seemed to be aware of the abnormal condition of my body. After that, he bent down and directly picked me up in his arms.

"You... Why are you here? Did someone inform you?"

By this time, I had been a little clear in my mind. Patrick was here, which was like the situation when the ones who participated in the competition had shown up in Patrick's room that day.

It surely wasn't a coincidence.

Patrick didn't speak. He just held me in his arms and went out.

I vaguely knew who it would be in my heart. So I sneered and said, "Caroline Archer, is it? Is it Caroline?"

"Not her."

Patrick replied lightly.

"Not her? It has to be her. I suspected before that she hadn't lost her memory. Now it seems that it's true. She is so cruel to herself."

I was in Patrick's arms.

It was probably because the drug effect hadn't dissipated...

I could faintly smell the faint fragrance of Patrick's body which was like a kind of aphrodisiac.

I just wanted to do that kind of thing with him.

Patrick didn't say anything. He carried me back to my room, put me on the bed, and covered me with a quilt.

He touched my arm and frowned slightly, "I'll investigate it thoroughly."

"Investigate it?" In my opinion, his words sounded like a joke.

The truth of the things related to Caroline would never be found out.

The drug effect probably drove me crazy. I got up slightly, hooked his neck, and put my lips close to his ear. After that, I gently exhaled and said, "I'm not feeling well. Help me."

Patrick didn't move.

I chuckled, "What's wrong? Are you afraid that Caroline will blame you?"

Patrick looked at me and pushed me away with his hands, intending to help me to lie on the bed, "You're sick. I'll ask the doctors here if there's any way."

At this time, I, whose temperature had just been subsided in the swimming pool, felt that my body temperature rose again.

Feeling uncomfortable all over my body, I indeed wanted Patrick.

Patrick was the best antidote for me.

He refused me. To stimulate him, I pushed him away and said, "Well, forget it. I'm looking for someone else."

As I spoke, I got up, intending to walk out.

As soon as I took two steps, I was directly pulled back by Patrick. And he pressed me on the bed.

Patrick looked down at me. His black eyes were stained with lust. He hooked my chin with one hand and said, "Looking for someone else? I've said that no one can satisfy you when you have been used to my size."

The next second, he bent over and began to take over my body crazily.

His hormones and the drug effect on my body produced a subtle chemical reaction.

I began to cater to him in an unprecedented and intense way.

Although the efficacy of the drug had been dispersed later, we were making love as if we had gone crazy.

It was unknown how many hours we had been doing it that day.

I only knew that I didn't even have the strength to get out of bed in the end.

Patrick called the service desk to order lunch.

Before the waiter arrived, we were snuggling in each other's arms on the bed. I knew that I had to bear the consequences if I went on making love with him like this.

But I refused to let him go.

About ten minutes later, I heard a noise outside the door. Then, I heard the waiter say, "Miss Archer, why are you here?"

"Miss Archer."

There were only two Miss Archer in the whole resort.

I was in the house.

It was self- evident as to who outside the house was.

Patrick also heard the waiter's words. He immediately got up, picked up the clothes on the side, and quickly put them on. Then he began to walk out.

I hugged him from behind and said, "Patrick

Cowell."

I didn't say anything. And I just called his name.

Even if I didn't say anything further, I believed that he would understand me.

Patrick turned around and looked at me. His eyes flickered slightly. But in the end, he patted me gently on my arm with which I was hugging him and said softly, "I'll come back soon."

"Don't go."

I hugged him and didn't let him go.

I would like to be capricious.

Caroline could play tricks on me. Why couldn't I?

After all, no one ordered that I had to be sensible. If this matter had something to do with Caroline, then what was going on with Nancy's matter?

In fact, when it came to this matter, I had many questions about it. But I wasn't willing to care about them.

In my relationship with Patrick, I was a crazy gambler.

But this time, I lost again.

He exerted his force hard and pushed my hand away. As he walked forward, he said, "I'll come back soon."

How many times had I lost like this?

I didn't remember.

I watched him go out. Then I picked up the boxer briefs which he didn't have time to wear and knocked him out of my room as soon as he opened the door!

Then I threw his pants out!

After that, I closed the door.

I shouted through the door, "Get out! You can get out now!"

Later, Patrick indeed didn't come.

I felt that I was a joke.

I was ridiculous.

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In the evening, I was so hungry that I went to a shop to buy some food.

As soon as I entered the shop, I saw Ryan.

Thinking of what had happened during the day, I was a little embarrassed. And I went up to him again and said, "Mentor Ryan, thank you for what you did today."

This time, he looked at me, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Others call me Senior or Master. Ordinary people call me Mr. Ryan. But why did you call me Mentor Ryan? I

haven't taught you anything yet."

His words stunned me in an instant.

At that time, I, who thought he was powerful, just called him so casually. I didn't expect him to be so serious about it.

It was said that Ryan had a weird temper. So I quickly said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ryan. I didn't think too much."

"Well, forget it. You can just call me Mentor Ryan. Come on, it sounds much more pleasant."

As Ryan spoke, he paid the bill and went out.

I followed him.

Out of the store, he asked me, "What do you think of your work this time?"

"Mine?" I thought about how he had scolded Mabel mercilessly. And I dared not to say anything else, "Based on my level, I'm lucky that I could enter the final."

"Do you think so?" He looked at me.

I nodded.

He laughed, "You don't judge yourself accurately. Based on your level, it's not because of your luck that you could enter the final. Instead, it is because of the fact that you are the mistress of the boss of Towering High."

His tone sounded a little teasing.

But I was so shy that my face was a little red.