Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 224

I looked up at Patrick and saw that the look in his eyes was as gentle as ever.

There was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

When he looked at me, it seemed that he could only me in the world.

But I knew clearly that these wouldn't belong to me soon. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

I looked at him and asked first, "Do you want me to go to your wedding?"

"I respect your choice. However, my wedding will be held on an island. And you need to get there by boat. It might be a little hard for you," Patrick replied.

His voice was so gentle.

His words sounded like he cared about me so much.

Even so, why did I feel so painful in my heart?

I looked at him and smiled bitterly, "You are indeed good at acting. At this moment, I even think you are telling the truth."

"I'm telling the truth."

Patrick said seriously.

There seemed to be a bit of firmness in his expression.

He sat down and pulled me to sit on his lap. I put my hands around his neck and frowned slightly. "I indeed hope that how good it will be if everything is the same as I guessed."

"What did you guess?"

"You sincerely love me. You have enemies. You are afraid that they will hurt me. So you choose to alienate me."

At this point, I told him all my childish imaginations.

He raised his hand and patted the hair on my head, "Maybe the truth is the same as you imagined."

"You don't have to lie to me." I shook my head, "I have thought about it carefully. You have never said that you love me. I am the only one who keeps expressing my feelings..."

"Then I'll tell you now." He put a little strength in his hands and hugged me to the place closer to him. He pressed his thin lips against my ear and said, "I love you."

At that moment, I, who stopped crying, burst out crying once again.

The tears fell drop by drop like broken beads. I simply couldn't hold myself back from crying at all.

I pushed him away and said while wiping away my tears, "No more games, no more games. I can't afford to keep playing such games with you. I will take it seriously."

It would only make me more painful.

But Patrick had no intention of letting me go. He held me in his arms, grabbed the back of my head with one hand, and kissed my tears with his thin lips.

I heard him say, "Don't cry. Seeing you cry, I will be sad as well."

When I heard him say that, I cried even more heartbrokenly.

He kissed away my tears little by little. And finally, he put his thin lips on my lips. The strong smell of tobacco which was mixed with the unique smell of men took over my mouth aggressively.

At this moment, I couldn't resist him at all.

I could only instinctively respond.

I could feel that something in the place where I was sitting was changing little by little. Soon, I heard the sounds indicating that Patrick was unbuckling his belt.

"No."

"No, we can't!"

"I know that we can'd do so!"

"Give yourself to me. This is the last time. Let's make love seriously."

He confined my waist with one of his hands and immediately unbuttoned the buttons in the back of my clothes skillfully...

"The last time?"

"Let me be indulgent once, okay?"

"I know that I will disappoint Kelsi by doing so. But..."

That day, Patrick and I made love in the office as well as in the lounge from the sunrise to the sunset. At sunset, I fell asleep in his arms.

I was awakened by Lisa's call.

She asked me where I was...

Looking at the empty part next to me on the double bed, I felt as if I had just had an unrealistic dream.

I answered, "I'm outside. I'll be back in a minute."

Hanging up the phone, I sat up from the bed. And the unorganized lower body reminded me that what had happened in the daytime indeed existed.

I saw a set of new clothes on the sofa.

Patrick was always like this. Every time, he would prepare everything for me.

It probably would be the last time.

I changed my clothes and went out, only to find that Patrick didn't leave. Standing in front of a big French window, he was smoking a cigarette.

I lowered my head, only to find that cigarette butts had been scattered around his feet.

There seemed to be more than 20 cigarette butts in total.

Could it be that he had been standing here and smoking all this time?

I looked at his sharp side profile, which seemed to have been carved by a knife and an ax. And there seemed to be strong sadness in his deep eyes.

As the lights of the opposite building which were on shone through the glass, a layer of light seemed to be lining his body.

He looked so beautiful.

Ji Zixuan was really good-looking. In my eyes, no other man in the world probably could be better looking than him.

He used to be so gentle and nice to me...

It was a pity that everything would be gone after today.

It wasn't until I had been standing there for two minutes that Patrick discovered that I had come out of the lounge. He asked, "Did you wake up?"

When he spoke, he looked as indifferent as he had been this morning.

He looked at me as if he were looking at someone completely unrelated to him.

I looked at him in a daze, feeling that I couldn't adapt to his change at all. After a long while, I said, "Well, I did wake up. I'll go first."

With that, I took my bag, intending to walk out.

His voice came from behind. "What's the secret you mentioned?"

"Does he still remember my words?"

I looked at him and hesitated for a moment. Then I said, "I will write a note and put it together with my gift money for your wedding. Mr. Cowell, since you played me at your fingertips, I only hope that you can live with guilt for some time after reading the content of the note."

"I never dream of anything for my whole life."

"As long as Patrick feels guilty for a while, I will think it's my victory."

By the time I walked out of Towering High Group's Building, it had been ten p.m.

There were few cars outside.

Instead of taking a taxi, I walked home.

I needed to calm down. I needed to put myself in Patrick's shoes. Patrick's reaction just now confused me. How could his acting skills be so good?

"Could it be that the ones with successful careers all know how to control their expressions?"

As soon as I arrived at an intersection, I saw a white car parking there.

And Kelsi got out of the car.

Seeing her, I couldn't help feeling a little flustered. And I subconsciously tugged at my collar.

When Kelsi saw me, she didn't seem to find anything abnormal. As usual, she greeted me. "Miss Archer, where are you going? Did you fail to get a taxi? Do you need me to give you a ride?"

"Ah." Looking at her, I felt extremely guilty and said awkwardly, "No need. I am just strolling around."

As I spoke, I walked quickly, wanting to leave.

However, Kelsi suddenly ran over to me and said, "By the way, Miss Archer, since I met you, I won't call you."

"What's that?"

I looked at her.

With a faint smile on his face, Kelsi said, "My friend said that he has found a suitable house and that he will move the day after tomorrow. You just need to find time to go with me to get the procedures of transferring the house done and give me the money back."

"How come it is done so fast?" I was a little surprised.

"Well, you said the house was a gift from your grandmother. Now that your grandmother has passed away. I know that this house is important to you. So I urged him. Now, as long as he has money, it will be easy for him to find a rental house."

Kelsi explained to me with a smile.

Hearing her words, I felt even guiltier in my heart and felt that I had done something shameless.

At this moment, I made up my mind and said to Kelsi, "Okay, thank you, Miss Kelsi. May you and Mr. Cowell be happy. I think I will leave City Y soon."

"In fact, you don't have to leave." Before Kelsi could finish her words, she stopped looking at me and looked back. Then she raised her hand and said to someone behind me,

"Patrick, are you off work?"