Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 248

Patrick had practiced martial arts before.

After the boy kicked him, he didn't move. Instead, he kept staring at me.

I didn't know what had happened at all.

I continued to say to Patrick, "Be careful!"

Patrick focused his attention on the boy. And the boy was punching him.

He caught the boy's fist. With a backhand grasp, he directly restrained the boy with ease!

"Ah! Let go of me!" The boy was no match for him.

"Apologize to her."

Staring at the boy with a determined look in his eyes, Patrick showed no sign of compromise.

The boy didn't think that he had done anything wrong at all. Instead, he shouted, "Do you know who I am? Let me tell you, the hotel in front of you is operated by my father!"

"Oh, I see."

Patrick looked up at the hotel in front of him.

The boy's girlfriend was anxious. She came

up and intended to catch Patrick.

I quickly stepped forward and pushed her away.

Patrick took out his cell phone and made a call. Soon, the phone was picked up. Patrick said to someone over the phone, "Mr. Jacob, I'm educating your son at the door of your hotel. Do you want to say something to him?"

As Patrick said, he turned on the speaker mode of his cell phone.

The boy wasn't unconvinced at first.

Soon, a middle-aged man's voice rang over the phone, "My son?"

The boy got excited all of a sudden, saying, "Dad! This man hit me!"

"Shut up!" Hearing the boy's words, the man over the phone immediately became anxious, saying, "Apologize to Mr. Cowell immediately."

"Who is Mr. Cowell?"

"The President of Towering High. Hurry up and apologize to him!"

The middle-aged man over the phone finished his words.

Both the boy and the girl were stunned.

Both of them looked at Patrick in unison. With his arm being restrained by Patrick, he dared not to yell anymore. Instead, he said kindly, "It turns out that you are Mr. Cowell. I'm sorry. I'm sorry!"

Then he said to me, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.

I indeed didn't see you just now."

"Forget it."

I looked at Patrick.

In fact, I didn't want to make the situation more complicated.

I just wanted to leave as soon as possible so that I wouldn't be entangled with Patrick.

Hearing what I said, Patrick let go of his hand.

The boy and the girl ran away quickly.

Patrick hung up the phone. Originally, I thought that this matter was over. So I thanked Patrick, "Thank you, Mr. Cowell, for helping me."

I lowered my head slightly.

When I wanted to look up again, he suddenly grabbed my chin with his sharp fingers, making me lift my face and look up at him.

I was stunned.

He stared at me with his black eyes for a long while before saying, "Your voice just now was different." "What?" I looked at Patrick.

But I quickly understood what he meant.

When I was shouting " be careful" just now, I was so nervous that I forgot to disguise my voice.

Such things happened in the past as well. However, others didn't pay much attention to it.

I didn't expect Patrick to notice it!

He looked straight at me with many complicated emotions in his eyes, "Talk to me with the voice you asked me to be careful just now."

"Isn't my voice just now the same as my current one?"

I smiled awkwardly, feeling quite regretful in my heart instead.

Unexpectedly, Patrick even remembered my former voice.

"No." He frowned, "Say 'be careful'."

"Be careful."

I said as I disguised my voice.

"It's not like this." The disappointment in Patrick's eyes couldn't be more obvious.

Seeing that, I couldn't help but be distressed for him in my heart.

I couldn't help but persuade him, "Mr. Cowell, I accidentally talked in the voice because of my emotion just now. Is there any problem?"

Patrick seemed to have been convinced by me.

He stopped grabbing my chin with his fingers, shook his head, and said thoughtfully, "Nothing. It's just that your voice just now sounds like someone's voice."

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"I know whose voice my voice just now sounded like the best."

I said while holding my bag in my hands, "Mr. Cowell, then I'll go back first. You should go back and rest early."

After finishing my words, I turned around, intending to leave. Patrick behind me said in a flat tone, "You just offended the son of the hotel owner. Aren't you afraid that he will put some cockroaches in your room?"

Hearing his words, I got goosebumps all over my body in an instant.

I felt like those cockroaches had been in my room.

Originally, I had moved forward. Then I withdrew my feet.

After thinking about it, I turned around and said to Patrick, "Thank you for reminding me, Mr. Cowell. I'll go to live in another hotel later."

"You can't take your things with ease. I'll go up to help you."

What I said was exactly what he wanted. He naturally kept up with me.

"There's no need forthat. I..."

"I helped you just now. Do you want to refuse me now?"

He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at me.

There seemed to be an imperceptible smile on his face.

I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, feeling apprehensive in my heart. However, based on the current situation, I couldn't refuse.

I could only bite the bullet and agree.

I went upstairs to pack up my stuff.

Patrick stood at the door and watched me getting busy.

Fortunately, I just arrived today. Except for the clothes I had changed into, I haven't taken anything else out yet.

After I packed up the cosmetics I used that afternoon roughly, I could leave.

Seeing me pull my suitcase, Patrick stretched out his hand, "Let me do it."

I said respectfully to Patrick, "There's no need, Mr. Cowell. You are the boss. I'd better do these things by myself."

"I'm the boss. And I'm also a man, aren't I?" As Patrick spoke, he walked to my side in a few steps and took the suitcase over from my hands.

When he touched the tie bar of the suitcase, he touched my hand briefly.

In an instant, I was so frightened that I quickly retrieved my hand.

I took a step back as if I had been stricken by electricity.

When I looked up at him again, he didn't move. Instead, he stared at me with a pair of profound eyes, curled up his thin lips, and revealed a beautiful smile.

When I came to my senses, I felt that my face was slightly heated.

Patrick looked at me and said, "Miss Nolan, could it be that you haven't made a boyfriend?

I just touched your hand. That's all."

"I had a boyfriend." Feeling a little embarrassed, I walked quickly toward the elevator.

"How about now? Are you single?"

Patrick asked behind me.

My heart was beating fast. I didn't know why he would ask me this. Thinking of his relationship with Kelsi, I deliberately said, "Mr. Cowell, you should have gotten married now. It's not appropriate for you to care about whether other women are single or not."

Hearing my words, Patrick didn't speak.

When the elevator came, he followed me into the elevator without saying a word.

For some reason, I didn't even have the courage to look up at him.

We arrived downstairs. He put my suitcase in the car.

He sat in the driver's seat. And I sat in the passenger's seat.

As soon as I sat down, he suddenly leaned over. In an instant, his handsome face, which was a few centimeters away from my face, appeared in front of me.

I was shocked. I couldn't help but lean back. And my face turned even redder.