Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 187

"Well..." It seemed that the nurse didn't expect that I would ask this question. So she quickly said, "I don't have a mirror with me. And you are at the early stage of treatment now. After a while, you will do the skin flap transplanting. And then you'll be cured."

The more she said so, the more I realized that my face was sort of quite "scary" now.

Before she could put the ointment on my face, I touched my face gently with my hands.

Sensing that my flesh was stripped off my skin, I thought of the zombies in the movies...

That was probably what I looked like now.

When the nurse wrapped my face up again, she reinforced a layer of elastic cover on my face. In this way, my face was completely covered, revealing only my nose, eyes, and mouth.

When I went out, Patrick's expression didn't change at all when he saw me. It seemed that he didn't dislike me at all because of the fact that I had an ochre cover on my face.

He took me out. I looked at him hesitantly, "Where are we going?"

"Let's go home."

Patrick held me in his arms. Although I, who was in a panic in my heart, didn't trust him, I knew that I couldn't escape. So I had to take one step at a time and saw how the situation would go.

Soon, the car arrived at the familiar house.

When I saw this, I realized that I was indeed going home.

Jeremy parked the car in the underground garage and sent us to the entrance of an elevator. I saw a car coming from behind.

Four bodyguards got off the car and guarded there.

All of a sudden, I felt a chill run down my spine.

Patrick didn't say anything on the surface. In fact, he had arranged everything and kept an eye on me closely.

I didn't say anything. And I had nothing to say.

When the elevator reached the top floor, Patrick held me in his arms and went straight to the bedroom.

He pulled me to sit on his leg and asked me, "Why didn't you tell me about the injury on your face..."

"Are you afraid that I will dislike you?"

"Yes."

I replied in my heart.

I had made up my mind that I would leave him. But I still hoped that I could look good in his heart.

Patrick looked at me as if he didn't care about what was on my face at all. He pressed me onto the bed bit by bit, "It doesn't matter to me what you become. As long as it's you, I am fine with it."

His words made my heart beat faster.

I couldn't help but feel my heart beating faster.

When I was in a state of psychological chaos, Patrick's next move shocked me even more!

I was wearing a loose patient gown. Patrick covered it with his hands and began to unbutton it...

"You, you're crazy!"

I was shocked all of a sudden. And I wanted to push him away.

At that time, thinking that I was pregnant, I assumed if I made love with Patrick, I would put the child in danger.

However, Patrick bent over to kiss my clavicle as he continued what he was doing. He said as he made a move on me, "According to the doctor, if we make love, the probability of the transmission will be less than ten percent, right? Then in the next two months, we will make love at least twice a day until the probability of the transmission is one hundred percent. If you are ill, then I will get sick with you together."

"What?" Patrick's words shocked me! "Are you crazy?"

"Only if you're dead, will I become crazy." As Patrick said, he began to move even more recklessly.

I struggled desperately. But Patrick didn't intend to let me go at all!

I tried my best to push him away, "No, you'll hurt the baby like this!"

"I'll be lighter."

Although it was just at the beginning, I could feel that his tough thing was pressing against my abdomen. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

It was as if he couldn't hold himself back any longer.

"No, no!"

I surely knew the exact size of Patrick's cock. No matter how careful he was, he surely would hurt the baby.

However, Patrick seemed to have reached his limit!

He forced me with his own strength.

That night, Patrick was like a lunatic!

Although he said that he would be a little lighter, he moved more crazily than he did on usual days!

Just like the first time he made love with me, he vented his anger recklessly on me. And I didn't feel any pity from him at all.

It was as if others were making love and we were venting off our anger instead!

Then I fell asleep from exhaustion while lying on top of him.

Before I fell asleep, I seemed to hear him whispering in my ears, "I'm sorry."

By the time I woke up again, it had been a bright day.

I sensed the fragrance of the laundry detergent emitting from my patient gown...

"Could it be that my clothes had been washed?"

I was a little confused. As I was about to get up, I felt dizzy and confused.

For a moment, I felt something rolling in my stomach again...

"It is a symptom of pregnancy, right?"

I had suffered retching when I had been pregnant last time. But the situation this time seemed to be different from that last time.

When I was thinking about it, I heard a servant outside talking, "Sir, are you all right?" "Is there something wrong with Patrick?"

I pushed the door open, put up with my discomfort, and followed the voice to the study. Then I saw Patrick sitting at a desk and working in front of a computer.

It was unknown whether it was probably because of the glow of the computer, Patrick's face looked particularly pale. And he looked very haggard.

When he saw me, he immediately stood up and asked, "Are you awake?"

"Ah. Hoof..."

Looking at him, I inexplicably felt a little distressed for him. And I couldn't bear to blame him for what had happened last night.

I, who was extremely uncomfortable, wasn't in a good mental state. So I just stood there for a while and said, "I'm a little uncomfortable. I'm going to lie on the bed again."

"Okay."

Patrick looked at me. His eyes were a little dazed. And he was also absent-minded.

I turned around, planning to return to the bedroom. Then a servant came over with a plate. And he said as he walked, "Sir, it's time to take your medicine."

When the servant walked past me, I looked down and glanced at the three pills on the plate...

"They are..."

"What are they?"

I asked knowingly...

These three pills were the anti- exposure drugs that I was going to take that day. They looked so special that I couldn't forget them.

Although Patrick said that he wanted to get sick with me and die with me, he was taking the medicine by himself now.

He didn't answer. Instead, I gave him a mocking look and said, "Mr. Cowell, take your time."

"Besides me, you have to take them too."

I found his words ridiculous.

"I'm not ill. Why should I take any medicine?"

But I didn't say anything. Instead, I turned around and smiled coldly at Patrick, "No need, Mr. Cowell. You're afraid of death. But I'm not."

"Whether you are afraid of death or not, you have to take them. When you were in a coma, the child had been aborted. And you have taken these drugs twice. Now it's the third time."

Patrick's words rang in my ears as if they were bombs!

"What... What did you say?"

I was stunned. Looking at Patrick, I couldn't help but burst into tears.

"You... You're lying to me, aren't you?" I muttered as I walked over to Patrick step by step.

"I didn't."

"No! You're lying to me!"

I grabbed Patrick's shoulders with both hands, shaking his body as if I were a madman!

"I didn't lie to you."

"No, you lied to me! Tell me you're lying to me!"

I felt like I was going crazy.

Patrick looked at me. But there was no trace of guilt in his eyes. He looked at me and said, "I'm sorry. I can't accept losing you more than losing a child."