Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 255

I was taken aback by what I saw.

They kissed fervently for a long time. Many passers- by couldn't help but look in their direction.

However, they unscrupulously kissed each other as if no one were around them.

Seeing such a scene, I felt that my heart thumping wildly!

I couldn't be convinced by what I had seen at all!

"Why did Kelsi kiss another man?"

"Did she cheat on Patrick?"

"Did Patrick know about this?"

For a moment, I was in a mess on my mind.

The two of them kissed each other for about two minutes before they parted. With the man wrapping his arm around Kelsi's waist, the two of them snuggled to each other and passed by me.

They left.

Seeing Kelsi leave, I had an inexplicable feeling in my heart.

Kelsi was a characteristic young lady from a

rich family. How could she be such a person?

Who on earth was this man?

When I was hesitating, my cell phone rang. The workers from Town S had got off the plane.

I picked them up and arranged for them to rest for one night.

The next day, I took them to the construction site, asking them to explain how to do the construction according to the design sketch to the workers.

With the help of these two workers, the construction began smoothly.

After solving this matter, I felt more strongly that if I wanted to pursue my career in City Y, I had to have my good construction team, which was quite important.

Otherwise, nothing could get started.

After this matter was resolved, work at a later phase unraveled.

The two workers stayed in City Y for about two weeks. The workers of the Design Institute of City Y were universally arrogant. Fearing that they would bully my workers, I adjusted my schedule specifically and went to the construction site to check the situation out from time to time.

After the two workers left, I continued working on my design sketch.

However, speaking of the general landscape design, I had almost got it done.

I would finish the rest of the stuff in two weeks.

As for the indoor design, I was only responsible for the main part. And the rest will be handled by Calvin's people.

In the evening, I continued to work overtime to work on the design sketch.

At two a.m., I stretched myself and made a cup of coffee, planning to go back to work...

"Knock. Knock. Knock."

Someone knocked on the door!

I was so startled that I almost threw away the coffee cup in my hands!

"Whowill come here so late at night?"

"Could it be a thief?"

I hid behind the door alone, quietly covered myself with a quilt, and dared not to speak anything.

"Knock. Knock. Knock."

Someone outside kept knocking on the door.

I held my breath and looked at the cell phone not far away. As I was about to go over there quietly to call the police...

"Crack"

A sound of someone opening the door with a key rang!

Then, the door opened!

Standing at the door, I looked at the black mug next to me and casually picked it up. Seeing someone come in, I smashed the mug directly at that person without any deliberation.

"Crack."

"Bang!"

A muffled sound rang, which was coupled with the sound of the mug falling to the ground.

I looked up again, only to see Patrick covering his forehead and looking at me with a puzzled look on his face. He asked, "Why don't you talk?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cowell!" I was frightened, wondering how it could be Patrick Cowell. I explained, "I didn't expect you to come to my place in the middle of the night."

I looked down and saw that the black mug with which I smashed at him just now fell to the ground.

The mug was of good quality. However, its handle and its cup body were separated. And the cup body shattering into three or four pieces.

I squatted down quickly. When I was trying to pick up the broken pieces, Patrick stopped me with his hands, "Let me do it. Don't injure your hand."

As he said, he bent down, carefully put a few broken pieces in his palm, and threw them into the trash can.

Staring at Patrick, unexpectedly, I thought of the scene where Kelsi was kissing another man.

"Did he know this?"

In this case, I didn't ask Patrick any questions.

Patrick walked to the side of my computer and looked at the design drawing on it, frowning slightly, "What time is it now? Why are you still working?"

"I'm more used to working at night."

I explained.

Hearing this, Patrick didn't say anything. He pulled out a chair on the side directly and said, "Okay. Go on with your work. I'll be here."

As he said, he rested his hands on the table and looked at me with a pair of black eyes closely.

With him staring at me like this, I couldn't work at all.

I had no choice but to save the design drawing. Standing up, I said, "Mr. Cowell, I'm going to bed now."

Hearing my words, patrick didn't move.

I had no choice but to go upstairs with two cell phones. While walking, I said, "Mr. Cowell, I'm going to have a rest. Please remember to turn off the lights."

With Patrick downstairs, I dared not to do anything. It wasn't until I heard him turn off the lights and leave and the sound of the car engine came from outside that I let out a sigh of relief.

Then, I quietly went downstairs and turned my computer on to continue working.

By the time I came to my senses, it had been early in the morning.

I saved the documents and went upstairs to wash my face and brush my teeth. When I was about to go to bed, the sound of a car suddenly came from outside the door.

The surroundings of the studio had always been quiet.

The sound of the car came from far to near and stopped at the door sounded particularly clear.

"Who's coming?"

"Shelton surely won't come back at this time."

When I stood at the comer of the stairs, someone knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

As I tidied up my hair, I went downstairs.

After a while, I heard Patrick's voice coming from outside the door, "It's me."

His voice was like a time bomb.

"Why is he here?"

However, now that he, an investor, was standing at the door. I had no choice but to go downstairs and open the door for him.

I opened the door, only to see that although he stood at the door by himself, there was a van parking behind him.

Several workers were unloading something over there.

"This is..."

"To prevent you from staying up and working at night, I will work here from today onwards."

As Patrick spoke, he directly entered the studio.

I, who hadn't slept for the entire night, was in a daze. It took me a few seconds to realize what Patrick's words meant! Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

I rushed up to her and stood in front of him, blocking him, "You can't stay here!" "Why not?"

He looked down at me.

The look in his eyes didn't change.

But I realized that I had forgotten to change my voice again.

At this moment, I was slow on the draw. After thinking about it carefully for a while, I said, "Mr. Cowell, you know that I live here. If you, a man, are here as well, it will cause me a lot of inconveniences."

"I will only be here during the day." Patrick said disapprovingly, "Besides, if you want to rest, stay upstairs. Unless there's a fire or an earthquake, I won't go upstairs."

"Mr. Cowell, I don't have any private space if you do so."

"Private space?" Hearing what I said, Patrick, who originally had a faint expression on his face, became somewhat unhappy and looked down at me, "Could it be that you spend the night with another man here?"

"Of course not."

I knew that with my current state, I surely couldn't defeat Patrick verbally.

I could only let him have his way first. After I woke up and became sobered, I would figure out a solution and asked him to leave.

Later on, I understood that once Patrick entered my studio, no way I could kick him out.

It was a pity that I didn't know about this at that time.