Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 183

The gauze completely covered my left face and nose bridge, revealing only my nostrils for breathing.

The gauze wrapped up my face tightly, which was probably to prevent the infection, causing my face to be deformed under the pressure.

Stroking the gauze with my hands, I even felt pain when I gently pressed it!

"What is underneath the gauze?"

I couldn't help but feel curious.

"Will I look extremely ugly?"

All of a sudden, I feared Patrick would see me like this.

So I went out, asked a nurse for a mask, and put it on my face in a hurry. As I was about to return to the ward, I saw Patrick walking out of an elevator.

Wearing a silver suit without a tie, Patrick wore a shirt inside whose top button was unbuttoned.

We hadn't seen each other for a few days. But he was as energetic as usual.

He saw me soon.

Although I wore a mask, it could only cover the gauge on my cheeks. The bandage on my nose was still exposed.

"What's wrong with your face?"

Patrick walked up to me quickly and reached out his hand.

Thinking that he was going to take off my mask, I was so scared that I quickly took a step back. Then I covered my mask with my hands, lowered my head, and said, "Go to my ward. And let's talk there."

Patrick followed me to the ward with an apologetic look on his face, "Sorry, I've been so busy these days that i didn't notice your situation. Why are you in hospital? What's wrong? Do you need to be transferred to another hospital?"

I shook my head and kept covering my mask and the bandage on my nose with my hands.

For no reason, as soon as I saw Patrick, the audio Caroline had played appeared in my mind.

"Did Seth's death indeed have something to do with Patrick?"

This was what I wanted to know the most. But I couldn't voice my confusion. For my child, I had to ask Patrick to help me.

I sat back on the bed and kept a distance of more than one meter from Patrick, saying, "I was kidnapped by Caroline yesterday."

"Kidnapping?" Patrick frowned slightly when he heard that. He put his hand into his pocket as if he were planning to ask someone to investigate this matter.

"Wait a minute." I quickly stopped him and said in a pleading tone, "Let me finish my words first."

I told him that Caroline had kidnapped me yesterday and that she had asked a few foreign men to rape me, one of whom had AIDS.

It was probably because of my vanity that I didn't tell him that she had poured acid for my face.

I just said that my face was injured.

When I said that, Patrick had a more and more ugly expression on his face. He clenched his hands on his legs tightly. And the blue veins on the back of his hands couldn't be more obvious.

As for what he was angry about, I didn't know about it. Neither did I want to guess.

After I finished my words, I said, "When I woke up, based on the feeling of my part down there, I didn't feel that I had been raped. But I dared not to take risks. I should have taken the anti- exposure drug, just in case. However..."

"But..."

Patrick got up. By this time, he had been walking towards me step by step.

It seemed that he wanted to tell me with his behavior that he didn't mind whether I had AIDS or not.

I shrank back and hesitated for a moment. Then I told him, "But I'm pregnant."

"Are you pregnant?" Patrick was stunned when he heard this. And joy quickly spread his eyebrows. He walked to the bed with a few steps and picked me up in his arms directly. Then he looked up at me and asked, "What do you mean? Am I going to be a father?"

His look made me feel at a loss for a moment. I, who knew that I might be infected with AIDS, wasn't happy at all after learning about my pregnancy. However, seeing his ecstatic look, I was a little happy.

"Put me down." I frowned, "I just said that I was pregnant. And I didn't say that the child was yours."

"Of course, your child is mine."

Patrick gently put me back on the bed, semiknelt on the bed, and held my hand.

His deep eyes were full of trust. And there was nothing else inside.

His behavior made me feel a little uncomfortable for a moment. I thought to myself, "But I can't gamble with my child. What if my thought that I wasn't violated is just a self-deception to protect myself after I was harmed?"

"... I see. I'll contact the police right now to find Caroline."

Patrick took out his cell phone as he spoke.

"Police?"

I looked suspiciously at Patrick. This was the first time he decided to turn to the police to deal with Caroline's matter.

"Yes." Patrick raised his hand and touched my hair. "I owe Caroline. But I sort of have paid her back over the years. In the future, I don't owe her anything. So I will deal with her in the normal way."

"Patrick Cowell..."

I looked at the man in front of me and felt somewhat swayed in my heart.

Even an idea occurred to me that what if Patrick didn't kill Seth...

When this idea came to my mind, I quickly put it away. Then I changed the subject, "Before I was knocked out, I heard the conversation between the foreign men..."

I told him about my guess that there were probably two people who had hired the foreign them as well as the nurse's matter just now.

"OK, I see."

Patrick made a call.

Thinking of what Edwin said, I grabbed him and said, "The doctor here said that the blocking rate of the anti-exposure drugs is higher if I take them within 24 hours. And the latest time for me to take the drugs shouldn't be 24 hours later."

Patrick's face darkened when he heard what I had said. He spread his arms, bent over, and hugged me. Then he patted me gently on my back twice, "Don't worry. I will get everything done within 24 hours."

His voice was very light. But it sounded very loud in my ear.

It was as if, as long as he said it, I would believe him.

Patrick took out his cell phone and went out. And I had been thinking about the nurse just now.

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I wanted to secretly go downstairs and check the situation. As soon as I reached the elevator, I saw Patrick making a phone call by the window next to the elevator.

When he saw me, he frowned slightly. Then he walked over in a few steps and directly held me in his arms. Instead of talking to me, he continued to talk over the phone.

"Okay, thank you." He hung up the phone and lowered his head to look at me, "Where are you going?"

"I... I want to see the nurse."

I was a little embarrassed when I spoke.

Patrick was a man with a handsome face, a good body figure, and an overwhelmingly good temperament. Ever since he entered the In- patient Department on this floor, all the nurses had their

eyes on him.

At this time, seeing that he was so intimate with me, the nurses had burning anger in their eyes!

"No." Patrick didn't say anything else. Then he leaned over to hold my thigh and held me up as if he were holding a child, saying, "It is windy outside. And you, who get pregnant, are weak. You can't be exposed to too much wind. I'll find someone else to do this kind of errands."

"Put, put me down."

"Don't move. There are so many people in the hospital. I can only hug you like this." Patrick looked up at me and kissed me on my exposed eyelids with lightning speed.

"Swoosh!" My face turned red immediately.

After entering the ward, Patrick put me back on the bed and slightly curled up the corner of his lips, "Jeremy is downstairs. I just asked him to go and check the situation. He said that the nurse hadn't woken up yet."

"Oh."

I responded dully.

Patrick stared at me attentively with a pair of black eyes as if he had been possessed. Then he raised his hands and suddenly pressed me to the bed. After that, he bent over and put one of his hands somewhere that was one millimeter away from my mask, begging, "Baby, take it off, okay? I want to kiss you."