Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 155

When I called out this name, I could feel that the man, who was holding me in his arms, clearly became stiff.

I didn't care about it. I only felt a little cold. And I subconsciously slid into his arms.

By the time I woke up again, the sky outside had been bright.

I sat up and rubbed my head. It seemed that I was less dizzy. And the fever had subsided.

I looked around.

And I saw that my room was empty.

I got up and walked to the bathroom. The door of the bathroom was half- closed. I pushed it open. Although the lights inside were turned off, I could see that no one was inside.

I turned around, intending to go to the swimming pool in the yard.

As soon as I took a step, I realized that I was looking for someone.

I was looking for Patrick.

I didn't realize it. When I saw that he wasn't there, I was disappointed in my heart.

"No, I can't do that."

I shook my head desperately, trying to get Patrick's things out of my mind.

After all, I should have drawn a clear line with him early.

I measured my body temperature. And sure enough, the fever had subsided.

It was about five a.m. now. And the breakfast hadn't begun yet. I took a bath and changed my clothes, waiting for breakfast to begin at 7:30 am.

As soon as I pushed open the doorat 7:30 am., I saw Patrick standing at the door and sorting out his clothes.

When he saw me, he was stunned at first. Then he directly blocked me at the door of my room. The look on his expression indicated clearly that he was unhappy. And he said, "Why did you get up?"

"I am going to have breakfast."

Admittedly, when I saw Patrick, no matter how hard I pretended to be calm, my beating heart exposed me.

Patrick was very tall. As soon as he reached out, he grabbed both frames of the door and looked down at me, "Charlotte Archer, based on your current situation, are you going out to have a meal? Are you going to give up this competition?"

Our eyes met. And he looked at me with concentration, causing my heart to skip a beat.

I lowered my head and said, "No, I just want to have a meal."

"You can also have a meal in your room. I've already asked the chef to cook some food. They will send some over in a minute."

While Patrick was speaking, he was still clutching onto the frames of the door with his hands. He didn't intend to let me leave at all.

Helplessly, I stepped back.

Patrick followed in as well.

For no reason, I felt that Patrick was in a bad mood today. Although he looked at me without any extra expression on his face, he made me pressured.

I sat on the sofa and turned on the computer, trying to find something to do. However, as soon as I turned on the computer, he came over and turned off my computer as he said in a cold voice, "You don't have to rush to do your work based on your current condition."

I kept starig at his hands which were pressing on my computer.

His hands were beautiful and slender.

However, a small piece of skin at the end of his middle finger which was slightly wheatcolored obviously looked paler than other places.

It seemed that he usually wore a ring there.

In terms of etiquette, this position should be reserved for a wedding ring.

He didn't have one now. He probably had taken it off before coming here to see me.

Thinking of this, I inexplicably felt a little annoyed and angry. I wanted to question him. But I knew more clearly about what was the relationship between me and Patrick. I wondered on what grounds I could question him.

With a lot of things going on in my mind, I didn't voice my confusion.

Fortunately, at this time, a waiter sent breakfast over.

The breakfast was for two person.

Patrick accompanied me to have breakfast.

The two of us sat face to face at the dining table, eating our own breakfast. And neither of us spoke.

The atmosphere over the breakfast was so oppressive that I somewhat couldn't breathe.

I could feel that both of us were angry.

"I'm mad at him for wearing a ring behind my back. But what is he mad at?"

I was confused.

"Knock. Knock. Knock."

As I was almost done with my breakfast, wondering how to break the silence...

There was a knock on the door.

This time, the one outside didn't speak out the purpose of the vising loudly as the waiter had done just now.

"Could it be Nancy?"

As soon as this thought came to my mind, I got up and walked quickly to the door.

Fortunately, it was indeed Nancy at the door!

She held a small lunch box in her hands and saw me open the door. When she was about to speak, she looked up and saw Patrick sitting at the table behind her. When she saw the breakfast all over the table, she was stunned at first. Then she said, "I was worried that you didn't have any breakfast. It seems that I was thinking too much." Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

After that, she wanted to leave.

"I surely can't let her go!"

Thinking so, I grabbed hold of Nancy and said, "I was thinking about going to you. There are a few things that I want to ask you. Is your computer in your room? Wait for me for a moment. I'll go there with you."

"Well..."

"Wait for me for a moment. I will go there with you after I take my cell phone!"

I didn't want to stay with Patrick anymore.

I surely couldn't stand such an oppressing atmosphere. But I had to remind myself of my identity all the time.

However, Patrick's kindness to me a few days ago was always on my mind, which somewhat overwhelmed me again.

I was afraid that I would get lost.

I wanted to stay away from him.

Nancy stood at the door in a daze.

I rushed into the room at lightning speed. As I picked up my cell phone, I glanced at Patrick who was still sitting at the dining table with a pale look on his face, saying, "Mr. Cowell, Nancy and I will go out first. Please help me close the door when you go out."

After that, I pulled Nancy away.

After walking for a while, we sat down near a small pavilion of the resort.

The pavilion was supported with a few pieces of wood. And a white gauze curtain was hung around it. As we sat inside, the breeze blew gently, making the gauze curtain sway along with the wind.

Nancy asked me, "Mr. Cowell is so good to you. Why are you running away from him?"

"I don't deserve it."

I lowered my eyelashes, feeling overwhelmingly in pain.

"I think you don't know how to cherish the blessings endowed on you." Nancy squinted at me with some envy in her eyes, "In the past, the colleagues often talked about how handsome Mr. Cowell was, how rich he was, and how happy the woman marrying him should be. At that time, I didn't think that he was charming in these aspects at all."

I looked at her.

After a pause, Nancy looked into the distance and continued, "But, when you were sick two days ago, what he did made me feel that he, who was a high- ranking president outside, was willing to let go of his dignity beside you and take care of you like an ordinary man. He fed you food and coaxed you to take medicine."

"Yes, I know."

"Of course, I know everything that Patrick did for me."

"But so what?"

I looked in the direction where Nancy was looking, only to see a blue sky where there wasn't even a cloud.

"But what lies between him and me are complicated. He is not only an ordinary man in front of me but also a high- ranking president outside. Besides, he has a woman he surely won't let go of in his heart."

I looked at Nancy with a somewhat sad look in my eyes, "He has a woman who killed my child in his heart. But he is destined to be entangled with her in his life. If you were me, would you still be willing to be with him?"