Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 415

The sissy man was frightened. He looked at me in disbelief. Although not most willing to, he still said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Cowell. I didn't mean to do that. I was wrong!"

"Apologize."

"Yes. I'm sorry, Miss Nolan. I was wrong. Please forgive me."

The orchid finger man begged.

Everyone looked over, while Patrick still did not seem to have any intention of letting him go.

Soon I realized he might want me to decide.

Helplessly, I opened my mouth and said, "Forget it."

Finally, Patrick said, "F*ck off!" and let him off.

"Yes, sir."

The man was so scared that he ran away immediately.

The seat next to me was immediately vacated.

It was not surprising at all for Patrick to have this status and influence now. A while ago, although there was an interruption with his investment in Al project because of Shelton's interference, it was all resolved later.

Patrick had also established a subsidiary company of science and technology. It's development was unstoppable and had a bright prospect at the moment. It would definitely be ready to went public in less than two years.

Thus, Towering High group had once again regained its position as the head company of City Y.

As for Shelton's company, although it was very influential in the pharmaceutical industry, it was still a field of minority after all.

As soon as the orchid finger man left, Patrick sat down by my side.

I looked down at my phone and didn't want to talk to him.

I was very calm apparently, but in fact, my heart was beating fast, it had already been out of my control.

I hadn't seen Patrick for more than half a year. The first time we separated was when the ice and snow melted, and then the unhappy meeting happened in midsummer.

Now, the winter came again.

I'd been so busy lately that I thought I'd forgotten him."

But when I met him again, I realized that this love had always been in my heart and never faded.

It would not disappear only because I became powerful and confident, or because of my career achievements.

Moreover, the longer he left, the deeper these feelings were for me.

"Are you going to keep your eyes on your phone?"

Patrick sat on my side and asked.

His voice was still so pleasant.

I knew it was useless to escape, so I raised my head and pretended to catch on. I slightly lifted the corner of my mouth and said, "Mr. Cowell, long time no see."

"Long time no see." Patrick looked at me with cold eyes.

I couldn't read any of his mind at this moment.

I glanced at my watch and suddenly got up, "Mr. Cowell, I suddenly remembered I still have some business to do in my company. Now excuse me, I have to go now. You can take your time staying here."

After that, I picked up my bag and was about to leave.

However, before I could leave my seat, I heard the man stand up, "Okay, let me give you a ride."

"You don't have to, Mr. Cowell. I drove here as I can already drive. I don't need you to send me."

I turned around and told him.

Patrick looked at me, and he was not surprised at all that I would say that. A cunning smile can be seen from his black eyes, "Oh, it just happened I didn't drive. You can send me off. I also have something to do."

I didn't expect Patrick to say that.

Patrick was an important figure in this banquet. His every move affected everyone in the hall.

At this time, everyone looked at us.

Seeing Patrick was about to leave, the president couldn't sit still and quickly came over. "Oh, why are you leaving? This is the beginning of the banquet. Don't leave in a hurry."

"There's nothing I can do. I heard that my woman would come, so I came. Now she wants to leave, I have to go with her."

Patrick said in a slightly bantering tone.

Hearing this, the president looked at me and said, "Janetta, please don't leave, okay?"

Alas, the president is about the same age as Ryan.

As he had requested, I couldn't refuse for saving his face.

I have no choice but only found an excuse, "Well, president, I'm joking with him. We won't go. I just go to the washroom."

"Then I have to go to the washroom."

Patrick immediately said.

"Then I won't go."

"Oh, I suddenly don't want to go either."

Patrick'll say whatever I had said.

He was like a copycat.

The president looked at the two of us and seemed to have seen some ins and outs, "All right, you two can sit together. You can sit any place you want."

I couldn't leave then.

I had to sit back in my original seat, and Patrick followed me. I sat down, and then he sat down.

He tag along with me all the time.

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His eyes were always looking at me, and he refused to leave for a second.

I kept my head down, eating without looking at him.

Patrick didn't seem to mind at all.

During the time, people kept coming over to propose a toast to Patrick.

He did not refuse, but if someone wanted to propose a toast to me, Patrick would immediately say, "She can't drink as she drives."

No one dare to disregard Patrick's words.

At this moment, half of the awkward banquet had passed.

I drank a lot of water.

I really wanted to go to the washroom this time.

When I just stood up, Patrick, who was still drinking with others, immediately came over. "Where are you going?"

"The washroom."

I didn't expect him to follow me.

Patrick immediately said, "Then I'll go too."

How came he still remember that?

I felt helpless. Pointing at the bag on the chair beside me, I said, "I didn't even take my bag. I won't run away."

" I'll still follow you."

Patrick had drunk some wine, and it might be a little hot in the room. His cheek was slightly red, and he reached out to hold my hand. He was like a child.

There was nothing I could do about it.

People around looked at us, especially women. I knew those looks. They were filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

I know. If I didn't take Patrick with me, he would not allow me to go to the washroom.

I had no choice but to take him with me.

When we reached the door, I went in. Patrick was waiting at the door. At the beginning, I thought he was just afraid that I would leave.

After I came out and washed my hands, I was about to leave. What surprised me was that Patrick directly pulled me and walked to the men's washroom.

"What are you doing?"

I was in a daze.

"Come in with me," Patrick said calmly.

"I won't! That's men's washroom. You can go in and I'll wait for you outside."

At this moment, I didn't even have time to think what Patrick was up to.

Hearing this, Patrick immediately refused, "No, what if you leave after I go in?"

"I'm not leaving." "I don't believe you."

"I really won't leave," I said, pointing three fingers upside to pledge, "I swear to the heavens, I promise I won't leave!"

"Then..." The man began to loosen his tie.

"What are you doing?"

I was confused.

"I'll tie you to the door, so that you can't leave."

Patrick pulled off the tie with black and white patterns from his neck and was about to tie me up!

What kind of trick was this!

I surrendered, "OK, OK, I'll go in with you."