Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 219

"Is that so?" Simon looked at me with teasing in his eyes.

"Or else?" I looked up at Roger and pulled down the mask on my face with no hesitation. Then I asked him, "Would you like to have a woman like me as yours?"

Originally, I thought that Simon would refuse immediately.

However, he thought for a moment and said, "Normally, I won't accept a woman like you. After all, I can't lift my cock up when I look at you. But if you are useful, I don't mind accepting you."

I found Roger's words ridiculous. And I said, "Could it be that you think that you can threaten Patrick with me if you accept me?"

"Can't I?"

"If you had been a few months earlier, I might have been a little useful to you. But now, you won't have any chances."

I looked at Roger and smiled self-mockingly.

Then I pulled up my mask.

As I was about to turn around and leave, the door of the box behind Simon opened.

Patrick walked out from behind.

Patrick looked at me and then at Simon. Suddenly, his face became quite gloomy. And he went straight to me and said impatiently, "Why are you here?"

"Alright. Go back! I'll find someone to see you off."

As I was about to explain, Patrick interrupted me.

As Patrick spoke, he immediately took out his cell phone from his pocket and said, "Send Charlotte away."

Seeing this scene, Simon smiled. "Mr. Cowell, you are indeed so cruel. When she was a beauty, you hugged her in your arms and swore to make an oath to her every day, saying that you would be with her till the last day of the world. Now she has disfigured her face. And you kick her off immediately."

"I don't." Patrick immediately denied it, "She shouldn't have come to a place like this."

As Patrick spoke, his expression was always cold and indifferent. His attitude even reminded me of the days when I married him on behalf of Caroline back then.

How come someone change his attitude so quickly?

At this time, Patrick's driver came up and said that he was going to see me off.

I wanted to maintain my dignity which was the only thing that I had. So I said decisively, "Mr. Cowell, I don't need you to see me off. I met you here coincidentally today. It won't happen again."

Seeing this, Simon said happily, "Oh, Mr. Cowell, I'll see her off for you."

"Follow my driver." Patrick looked at me. His black eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice.

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I took a step back and kept a distance from Simon, "I know what's wrong with you, Mr. Cowell. Even if you don't want me, no other man can touch me. But you can rest assured, Mr. Cowell, Mr. Simon

isn't blind. He won't like me.

After I said that, I turned and walked in the direction of the box where Roger and Lisa were.

No one followed me.

Including Patrick and his driver.

I felt somehow empty in my heart. But I knew that what I was looking forward to wasn't something I could expect.

When I returned to my private room, I found that the door of the private room was open. Neither Roger nor Lisa was in it!

Only the waiters were cleaning up the room.

At first, I thought I had come to the wrong box. So I took a step back and looked at the box number. After making sure that I didn't make any mistake, I hurried in and asked, "Where are the guests?"

"Guests? They've left," The waiter saw me, thought for a moment, and said, "Are you called Charlotte Archer? The gentleman asked me to relay some words to you, saying that they're leaving first and that you should go back by yourself."

"What?"

"Did Roger take Lisa away? He surely won't do something good."

I quickly took out my cell phone and called Lisa. The cell phone kept ringing for a long time. And finally, I turned on the messagepost mode.

I didn't want to give up. So I continued to call Lisa.

I made a call to Lisa three times in a row. In the end, the call was connected.

I asked first, "Where are you, Lisa?"

There was a moment of silence over the phone before Lisa said, "I, I'm with Roger."

"Where are you? I'll go find you!"

Lisa didn't speak quite clearly. It was obvious that she had drunk a lot of wine. It seemed that Roger had tempted her to drink much wine again after I left!

I immediately regretted leaving the room.

If Lisa was with Roger, would there be any good news?

To my surprise, Lisa refused me directly, "You can leave now. I'll go back later."

"No! I won't rest assured if you are with Roger!"

"It's okay, it's okay. I know what to do. Don't worry."

Lisa hung up the phone as soon as she finished speaking.

I called her again. Although she picked up my call, her tone indicated that she was impatient.

I had no choice but to call Roger.

Roger didn't answer my call.

I was full of uneasiness. But I, who couldn't find them, had no choice but to go home first.

That night, my mind was in a mess. I worried about Lisa. And I recalled Patrick's attitude toward me.

Starting from the moment I moved out of Patrick's house, it probably could be considered that I had broken up with Patrick.

In the middle of the night, I fell asleep in a daze.

In the morning, I was awakened by the ringtone of my cell phone.

As soon as I picked up the phone, Lisa's muffled voice rang over the phone. And she said, "Take some clothes to Hilton Hotel. I'll send you the room number later."

"What's that?"

I hadn't awakened yet. And I couldn't understand her words for a moment.

"Bring a set of clothes from the inside ones to the outside ones. Bring them all to me at the fastest speed. I'm counting on you."

This time, I understood Lisa's point. And I realized what had happened!

I quickly got up and went to Lisa's room to fetch a set of clothes from her wardrobe, including her underwear and lingerie. Then I took a taxi to the Hilton Hotel.

I arrived at the hall of the hotel and went upstairs directly based on the room number provided by Lisa.

As soon as I arrived at the door...

"Ah"

"Oh, my! Don't! Baby!"

"Who is your baby? Shut up!"

Roger's and Lisa's voices could be heard outside the room.

Of course, I heard the sound of smashing things as well.

I pressed the doorbell. And in half a second, the door opened.

I walked into the room. It was Roger who opened the door for me. He was wearing a pair of trousers and a shirt on his upper body. The buttons of his shirt were buttoned in the wrong way. And his shirt was covered with lipstick marks...

"Please come in." When Roger saw it was me, she quickly made way for me.

When I entered the room, I saw that Lisa sat on the bed and wrapped herself in a quilt. Her clothes had been thrown on the ground. Among the clothes, a dark red sweater had been torn into pieces.

Other clothes were in a mess as well...

The messy table and sheets showed how fiercely they had made love last night.

"I'll go... wait in the bathroom." Roger knew that Lisa was going to put on her clothes. So he looked around. Without any intention to go out, he could only go to the bathroom and wait there.

Without waiting for Lisa to reply, Roger ran to the bathroom.

I handed the clothes to Lisa. Lisa put them on quietly without saying anything. After she was done, she said, "Why, why didn't you stop me yesterday?"

"I'm sorry..." I looked at Lisa's exposed body which were all covered with hickeys, feeling quite embarrassed. "Yesterday, I wanted to take good care of you. But you asked me to drink. I had no choice but to go out and hide outside. By the time I went back, you and Roger had left. I called you..."

"I know... I remember that I was the one who agreed to what had happened yesterday," Lisa said as she tugged on her hair. Regretfully, she continued, "I drank too much. And something went wrong with my brain!"

"Stop tugging your hair. The incident yesterday has something to do with me. I will be responsible for you."

At some point, Roger came out of the bathroom and stood at the door.