Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 270

"No, I didn't. How dare I bring the little devil here with me?"

I said with a smile.

At this time, the manager came to Boris again. It seemed that a guest wanted to see Boris. So I quickly said, "Go and do your work. I'll go upstairs first."

After Boris left, I was ready to go upstairs.

I looked up, only to find that Patrick was standing at the corner of the stairs. He was wearing a black shirt and black pants.

The light in the dining room was of a warm yellow color. Even so, Patrick looked domineering and indifferent.

I couldn't help but take a step back.

I felt a little nervous.

"When did he come here?"

"How long had he been eavesdropping on my conversation with Boris?"

"What's more, Boris and I both had mentioned Glenn..."

Although Shelton had told Patrick that he had a child with me, Patrick didn't even take his

words seriously.

I thought that he probably was somewhat unconvinced.

However, this time, it was Boris who asked me about Glenn...

"Who is Glenn?"

Sure enough, Patrick asked me Glenn's identity first.

I carefully recalled what I had said just now. After hesitating for a moment, I said, "It's a dog I raised in Town S."

My lie couldn't even convince myself.

"A dog?" Standing on the stairs, Patrick looked condescendingly at me.

There was a horrible coldness in his profound eyes.

"Well, it's a dog, a... Husky." I looked at Patrick. To convince him, I continued, "It's particularly naughty. But it likes Uncle Boris."

After I finished my words, I recalled what I had just said.

Only then did I realize that I had dug myself into a deeper hole.

Patrick said flatly, "Oh." Instead of pursuing his question, he said, "Come on up. They are all waiting for you."

Only after hearing his words did I realize that Patrick would be attending the dinner tonight as well.

I should have guessed the reason why Calvin had insisted on treating me to dinner for no reason.

All in all, it was because of Patrick.

But since I was here, I couldn't leave.

I followed Patrick upstairs.

The private box of Chef Tang's was designed sophisticatedly as well.

Although there were seats in our private room, I could see that others needed to take their shoes off before entering the private box next to ours.

The private box next to ours was more in line with the characteristics of the Tang Dynasty.

After I entered the private room, I saw that I knew all the ones inside.

Calvin was as enthusiastic as ever.

There were only two empty seats in the private room. Patrick took one of the seats first, leaving the other one next to his seat unoccupied.

Thinking I couldn't be so pretentious as to make others give their seat to me, I had no choice but to sit in the only unoccupied seat.

After sitting down, I hesitated for a moment and texted Shelton, "Patrick is also here today. But you can rest assured that I won't drink."

The reason why I sent Shelton such a text was that even though Shelton and I hadn't clearly made it clear...

From a certain point of view, we had been a couple.

Since that was the case, I should confess such a matter to show my respect to him.

Soon, I received a reply from Shelton, which read, "Well, I know. I will pick you up there at night."

"Are you reporting to Uncle Shelton?" Patrick's voice rang from the side.

His voice sounded cold and emotionless.

I thought for a moment and turned to look at him, revealing a standard smile, "Yes, I surely have to tell him that I saw you here so as not to cause any unnecessary misunderstandings."

"It is the right thing to do."

Patrick nodded saying nothing.

I didn't know what he meant.

After the dinner started, a waiter wanted to pour me a cup of wine. Before I could say anything, Patrick spoke up for me, "She doesn't drink."

I looked at him in surprise, wondering what he meant.

Over the dinner, Calvin had been praising me, saying that my design was amazing and that after the design sketch of the private club was out, everyone surely would think that they had traveled back in time.

If Calvin had said so before today, I surely would accept his praise in joy.

However, seeing the design of Chef Tang, I felt inferior.

Throughout the dinner, Patrick had been talking to Director Cooper of the Design Institute. He rarely looked at me, let alone talking to me.

This feeling reminded me of the first time I had dinner with Patrick.

Back then, Patrick seemed to have ignored me as well.

"Did he decide to let go of the past?"

"That's fine."

I told myself so in my heart. At the same time, I suppressed the gradually rising depression in my heart.

When the dinner was about to end, Calvin suddenly said, "Oh, Mr. Cowell, you took good care of Designer Nolan this time. Let's set aside the fact that you prepared a special office for her. It was raining heavily that day when Designer Nolan just came here. Knowing that she didn't come back with others in a car, Mr. Cowell, you drove there to find her by yourself!"

"Did he go to the construction site to find me specifically that time?"

I looked at Patrick, feeling a little complicated in my heart.

"Could it be that he had known that I was Charlotte Archer at that time?"

"Otherwise, how could he..."

However, at this moment, I couldn't say anything. I could only pick up the teacup in front of me and said, "Thank you, Mr. Cowell. Without you to pick me up, I would definitely get sick. I am here to propose a toast to you with tea rather than liquor."

Patrick looked at me with his profound and serene eyes. Looking expressionless, he picked up his wineglass and said calmly, "Okay."

Then, he raised his head and gulped down the wine in the glass.

Calvin probably had drunk too much. Seeing Patrick drinking, he began to say, "Unfortunately, Mr. Cowell has a wife. Otherwise, I think that Mr. Cowell and Designer Nolan are a perfect match."

"Well, Calvin, you've drunk too much." Director Cooper was better at drinking than Calvin. So he hurriedly persuaded Calvin, "Designer Nolan has a boyfriend. So don't match the two of them up at your free will."

"Oh, is that so?" Calvin scratched his head, "Sorry, I drank too much."

I looked at Patrick with embarrassment.

His expression didn't change.

The meal was over.

When we went out, it started to rain pitter-pattering outside.

"Oh, it's raining. Mr. Cowell, could you please send Designer Nolan back?" Calvin had completely got drunk at this time. He was trying to bring Patrick and me together.

"No, it's not necessary. Her boyfriend is here to pick her up."

Before I could finish my words, Patrick answered.

Turning around, I saw Shelton coming out of a car. With a black umbrella, he was coming in the direction of the door.

Shelton came close and reached out his hand to me, saying in a gentle voice, "Give your hand to me. Watch out for the steps. They are slippery."

I hesitated for a moment before putting my hand on his palm in the end.

His hand was a little cold, indicating that he had been waiting outside for a long time.

I couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

Seeing this, Calvin shook his head repeatedly, "Oh, Designer Nolan's boyfriend is so considerate. You don't have a chance, Mr. Cowell."

No one answered.

Shelton and I got in the car and left.

I didn't say a word to Patrick.

When we arrived at the door of the studio, it was raining heavily.

Shelton got off the car first. Then he came to my side and opened the car door for me. It wasn't until I got off the car that I noticed that someone was standing in the rain.

Seeing me, the man spoke weakly, "Charlotte, you're back."Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.