Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 300



Chapter 300

Hearing my question, instead of looking surprised, Shelton asked me, "How did you know about this?"

I could tell that he had long known about this matter.

But he didn't tell me.

I could understand why he did so. After all, if I knew about this, it wouldn't be of any avail at all.

But his question made me realize that both Ned and Shelton suspected that Patrick had contacted me.

"Grandpa Cowell called me." I told him the truth.

Hearing this, he, who frowned slightly, looked somewhat relaxed and nodded, saying, "It seems that the last time I got in touch with him happened one week ago. Over the past week, no one saw him. Before that, Towering High had long been in a mess."

"It is because of the disappearance of Al, right?"

I asked Shelton.

Looking at me with melancholy in his eye, Shelton nodded and said, "That thing has a great impact on Towering High."

"Then who did it? Did you figure it out?"

I continued to ask.

Shelton stood at the door and looked at me gently before shaking his head, "I don't know either."

After calculating the days, I realized that I hadn't seen Patrick for a long time.

During this period, I originally thought I had gotten him out of my mind. However, hearing that he was missing now, I was in chaos in my heart.

I couldn't even be at ease in the slightest.

In spite of knowing that Shelton would be disappointed, I said, "I'm sorry. Feeling a little tired today, I want to go to bed early."

I couldn't stop myself from thinking about Patrick. And it would be unfair to Shelton if I face him with Patrick in my mind.

I had to be alone for a while.

Shelton, who always knew me so well, looked at me with an indifferent look in his eyes, raised his right index finger, and touched my cheek with it, smiling bitterly, "Are you worried about him?"

"I..."

"I know that you are very worried about him. You want to go out and see him at night, thinking that you may be able to find him, right?"

Shelton exposed all my thoughts.

For a moment, I was like a thief being caught on the scene. Hanging my head, I couldn't say a word.

I dared not look into Shelton's eyes either.

I was afraid that he would be disappointed or that I would see the anger all over his eyes.

However, after a moment, I felt that he reached out, took me into his arms, and said, "I know that you can't let him go completely now. Even so, I will wait for you.

"It is still snowing outside now. Remember to wear more clothes when you go out. Don't freeze yourself. If you can't find the way back, call me. And I'll go there to pick you up."

Hearing his words, I felt that my heart seemed to have been ferociously hit by something.

Shelton surely had been so humble as to tell me so.

For a moment, I felt extremely guilty in my heart and couldn't help but hug Shelton, saying, "I'm sorry, I...I...I won't go to find him."

"After all, on what grounds can I go and find Patrick?"

"There are so many people in the Kelsi family and the Cowell Family. And their connections are spread all over City Y. I am not even qualified to find Patrick, aren't I?"

"Really?" "I'm serious. I won't go."

Pressing my head against Shelton's chest, I nodded desperately.

I told myself over and over again in my heart, "Don't go find him! Don't! Don't!"

Shelton stroked my back all the way up to my hair with one hand, saying, "Okay. If you want to go find him, remember to wear thick clothes. If you can't get a car on the way back home, call me. I'll leave first."

After he said that, he withdrew his hand, turned around, and went back to his home.

I stood at the door, looking at the empty corridor in front of me.

There was nobody else but me.

In front of her eyes, it was dark outside the window of the corridor. And there was not even light.

There was a small gap in the window. After the cold air outside came in, it mixed with the heat in the building, transforming into the mist.

Snowflakes drifted in through the crevice as well.

"It should be quite cold outside."

"Where is Patrick? Will he commit suicide out of his impulse?"

I hesitated for a moment and closed the door.

Lying on the bed, however hard I tried, I couldn't fall asleep.

"Where can Patrick be?"

I believed that Patrick wouldn't commit suicide because of the setback caused by the Al incident.

That night, I held myself back and didn't go out to find Patrick in the end.

After waking up the next morning, I stood in front of the window and saw that it no longer snowed and the sky was crystal blue.

The white snow piled up on the eaves, reflecting the dazzling light.

Staring at these things, I could only think of Patrick in my mind.

"Where is he?"

At this time, Glenn got up as well. After helping him put on his clothes and planned to take him to the kindergarten, I found that Shelton had been waiting at the door early.

Holding the car key in his hands, Shelton had a faint smile on his face.

Upon seeing us, he said, "I'll send you out. The snow outside has been piled up."

"Thank you."

As soon as I said that, I suddenly realized something. Looking at Shelton, I felt a little nervous.

He looked at me at the same time. Pressing his right index finger on his lips and approaching close to my ear, he said briefly, "You owe me one kiss."

We sent Glenn to the kindergarten.

Knowing I had nothing to do, Nancy asked me to help her.

Nancy got orders via the referrals of her acquaintances. Although there weren't many orders, she couldn't do it alone.

It happened that I, who had nothing to do, could give her a helping hand as well as "learn from" her.

After getting a petty design drawing done in Nancy's place, I was free. So I searched for news about Towering High on my cell phone.

Sure enough, some media had covered Patrick's disappearance.

However, no one reported it flamboyantly. The Cowell Family should have taken care of them with money.

After all, such a serious incident was related to many enterprises and their relative stock prices.

Once it was revealed, the Cowell Family surely wouldn't be the only one that suffered losses.

"Are you still concerned about Patrick?"

It was unknown when Nancy had been behind me.

Seeing that I was searching for news about Towering High, she teased me.

But I didn't refute it.

Ever since last night, Patrick had filled up all over my heart.

I had lost contact with Shelton before. And I had been worried about him. But I felt completely different now. As I was worried about Patrick now, I couldn't help myself. And I was absent-minded.

At the thought that he probably could do something desperate out of his impulse or that he might have been hurt somewhere...

I couldn't help myself but be distressed for him.

I put away my cell phone without saying anything.

Nancy glanced at me, "Don't hide it from me. I heard from my friends that Patrick has been missing."

"Do you know about it?" I looked at her.

Nancy stared at the computer screen with one hand on the mouse and the other on the keyboard, saying while getting busy with her work, "This is a public secret between the media. But the Cowell Family has been suppressing the press, forbidding them to cover it. Now they are looking for Patrick everywhere. And some people say Patrick has been kidnapped."

"Do you know someone in the media?" I looked at her in surprise.

Only then did Nancy stop what she was doing, leaned back on the chair, and looked at me, nodding, "My husband is a media man. He told me this a long time ago. I thought you had known it early and that you didn't want to bother with him."

When Nancy and I participated in the design competition in the resort back then, she knew the relationship between Patrick and me.

I hesitated for a moment and couldn't help asking, "Then is there any update about him? For example, did Patrick had gone abroad with his passport?" This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Nancy shook her head and said, "No. It seems that it is because there is no news or channels that the Cowell Family suspects that he has been kidnapped."


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