Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 264

"Could it be that someone had drugged me by putting something in the wine?"

If someone did this, it surely would be nobody else but Patrick.

When I raised my chopsticks in the air and let my thoughts run wild, Shelton's concerned voice came from the side, "What's wrong?"

To relieve his worry, I quickly put down the chopsticks and shook my head, "It's okay. I'll go to the bathroom."

With that, I walked to the bathroom, pretending to be calm.

In fact, at this time, everything I saw was blurred.

"How could this be..."

As soon as I arrived at the washroom on the first floor, a maid suddenly blocked the door and said to me, "I'm sorry, Miss Nolan. The washroom on the first floor is blocked. If you want to use it, go to the one on the second floor."

"The second floor?"

"Yes, it is right on the left upstairs."

The maid said to me.

"Oh, okay."

I nodded my head in a daze and looked at the stairs in front of me.

Grabbing the armrest with both hands, I groped for the staircases with my feet and stepped on them.

I went upstairs in this way.

It took me about two or three minutes to climb up the twenty steps.

Finally, I arrived upstairs. The rooms on both sides were identical.

Thinking of what the maid said, I turned to the left.

But every door to the room on the left looked almost the same...

I reached the innermost room and turned the doorknob, only to find that the door opened unexpectedly.

I crept into the room and found that there was indeed a house inside with the door open.

Taking a look at the toom vaguely, I felt that it seemed to be a bathroom.

I stumbled over and found that it was indeed a bathroom.

Standing in front of the washstand, I looked at myself in the mirror with my face blushed.

At this time, there seemed to be a fight in my mind. With my mind in a mess, I couldn't even think with ease.

I lowered my head and turned on the tap. Warm water flowed out of the tap. I held the water in my hand and washed my face.

After washing my face for a while, I found that the scene in front of me didn't change. I felt dizzy in my head, feeling that my eyelids seemed to be drooping.

It seemed that I would fall in the next second.

I propped myself up against the washstand with both hands and shook my head twice, continuing to wash my face.

I heard light sounds of footsteps amid the sound of the water.

I turned around and saw a tall figure walking in from the door.

"I'm sorry, I just washed my face here for a moment..." I apologized subconsciously. It wasn't until he approached me that I discovered that it was Patrick Cowell!

"Could it be that it was his room?"

I turned off the tap in front of me, intending to leave.

But he reached out his hand and blocked my way out.

I stood where I was and forced myself to remain conscious, "I'm sorry, Mr. Cowell. I didn't know it was your room. It's just that the washroom on the first floor is blocked. I'll leave right now."

"Then stay here. You haven't finished washing your face yet, right?"

His voice rang above my head without any emotion in it.

At this time, I couldn't tell what he meant.

"However, thinking that he was so dangerous, I knew that I had to stay away from him.

"I'm done. Thank you, Mr. Cowell." As I spoke, I wanted to leave.

"Oh." As soon as I took a step, his light voice rang above my head.

Before I could even get his point, he shoved me to the couch behind him directly.

I held myself up, preventing myself from falling.

Patrick knelt on the sofa with one leg and pressed his whole body down on me. Grabbing my chin tightly with his long fingers, he stared at me with his black eyes, "How far have you and my uncle been?"

"What does it have to do with you?"

Right now, all I wanted was to leave here.

But I felt dizzy. Without anyone holding me up, I couldn't even stand up, let alone running away from Patrick's arms.

Patrick got closer to me little by little. He stopped when his face was only a few centimeters away from me. Staring at me, he asked, "Tell me, if I had sex with you, would Uncle Shelton still want you?"

I was stunned.

If someone else said that, I definitely wouldn't be stunned!

But now that Patrick said so, I thought he surely would mean his words.

I wanted to stand up, only to be held back by him. I could only say in exasperation, "Mr. Cowell, are you crazy? We are in the Cowell Family's house. You drugged me here and tried to rape me. Do you think no one will find out about this?"

"Did I drug you?" When Patrick heard this, he smiled and said, " You think it is because I drugged you that you end up like this, right?"

"Isn't it so?"

"It surely is!"

"The yellow rice wine doesn't have strong alcohol content. I just drank a few cups of it. I surely won't be like this."

Patrick curled up the corner of his mouth, "Don't you know that the aftereffect of yellow rice wine is very strong? Especially for people like you who aren't good at drinking, it is more deadly."

"Is it so?"

I wanted to see clearly if Patrick was lying to me or not.

However, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't see anything as if the fog were rising in front of me.

Pushing aside the hair on my face with his slender fingers, he said, "You are so cute. If I drugged you, you surely would pounce me upon seeing me now instead of avoiding me."

"If that's the case, it's my fault, Mr. Cowell. I'm sorry."

I knew very well that the most important thing for me right now was to leave here.

However, Patrick didn't intend to let go of me at all. Gently putting his hand on my face and outlining my features, he asked me, "You haven't told me how far you and my uncle have been." "We are all grown-ups now. Do you need to ask me so?"

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When he got angry, I would shout loudly so as to attract others here.

However, he didn't seem to be angry. It was just that he touched my face with his fingers as he was slightly trembling. After a while, he asked me, "Then tell me, where did he touch you?"

He placed his hand on my lips first and asked, "Did he touch you here?"

I didn't answer.

Placing his hand in my chest again, he asked, "Here?"

I remained silent.

Finally, he rested his hand on the most important part of me and asked, "Or here?"

At this time, I looked up at him and said flatly, "Mr. Cowell, you are so naive. Aren't you asking me in vain?"

As soon as I finished my words, he directly picked me up in his arms and threw me on a bed.

"Help... Hmm!"

As I was about to shout, he directly kissed me with his lips!

The spicy taste of Chinese spirits mixed with his scent, which I was familiar with, engulfed my mouth.

He tore my clothes off crazily with his hands.

He acted crazily and ferociously.

With a sound, the dress Shelton had bought for me was torn down!

I tried my best to bite his lips. However, he wasn't moved at all.

The smell of blood spread in my mouth. At this time, I vaguely saw his expression.

With a desire to possess me, he looked bloodthirsty and impulsive!

I regretted it!

Patrick was a devil.

"Why do I think that I can escape unscathed by provoking him and attracting others here?"

"I'm drunk. I'm naive."

"Based on this situation, even if someone else comes here, I can't explain the situation clearly!"