Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 303

Seeing these footprints, I was a little nervous.

"Did Patrick sell this house? Or..."

I walked forward and pressed the doorbell.

No one answered from within.

Feeling reluctant, I knocked on the door again and shouted, "Patrick Cowell, are you in there?"

After that, I pressed my ear against the door.

After a few minutes, I finally heard sounds of light footstep. The sound was sometimes loud and sometimes light, indicating that someone seemed to be going downstairs.

"Someone is indeed inside!"

"Could it be Patrick?"

At the thought of this, I couldn't be more nervous. As I concentrated on listening to the sounds, the door in front of me was suddenly pushed open!

Losing my balance, I stumbled into the house hard!

And I directly bumped into the one that opened the door.

However, the one opening the door seemed to be weaker than me. Afterl bumped into him, unexpectedly, he failed to grasp the handle and fell backward with me.

After half a second, he fell to the ground. And I fell on him.

Turning around, I found that the one under me was nobody else but Patrick.

Although the Cowell Family had turned the whole world upside down, they failed to find Patrick. However, at this moment, I found him with ease!

However, he was no longer what he used to be.

Looking quite haggard, Patrick was full of the smell of alcohol. And he got more beard than what he had looked like when I saw him a few times previously!

He was wearing a set of leisure clothes.

I saw him wear this set of clothes before when we lived here five years ago. Back then, we bought his-and-hers clothes. So there was the other set for me.

Patrick opened his eyes. Seeing that it was me, he didn't say anything. Instead, stretching out his arms, he hugged me in his arms tightly.

I buried my head in his chest.

For a moment, unexpectedly, I didn't want to do anything. And I just wanted to make time stop passing by.

I was fine with being hugged by him like this.

However, the chilling wind at the door crept into the room one burst after another. At the thought that Patrick was dressed in a set of leisure clothes only, I struggled to break free from his arms.

He got up and closed the door first.

Lying there, Patrick stared at the ceiling as if he had no intention of getting up at all.

To tell the truth, I had never seen Patrick like this.

I found him decadent and unfamiliar.

I walked to his side, pulled his arm, and said with some dissatisfaction, "Why are you here? Grandpa Cowell is looking for you. He's driven crazy."

Only then did he glance at me slightly.

After a moment of silence, he asked, "What about you?"

"What?"

"You know I'm gone. What do you think?"

His words stunned me.

I didn't expect him to ask me so.

After hesitating for a moment, I said, "I... I'm also worried about you."

Hearing what I said, Patrick slightly curled up the corner of his mouth and forced a smile, saying, "But, now, I am not worthy of your concern at all."

"What on earth happened?"

Only after I pulled his arms with all the strength I could muster did I succeed in pulling him up.

Sitting on the ground, he looked at me. He used to have an indifferent and firm look in his eyes. But now, his eyes looked blurred. And he looked like a wandering man who had lost his soul.

Seeing him like this, I suddenly felt extremely distressed for him.

Patrick looked up at me, got up, and took my hand, saying, "Come here."

As he spoke, he pulled me to sit on the couch.

"What the hell is going on?"

I followed him to the sofa and continued to ask.

Looking at me with a slightly indifferent look in his eyes, he smiled bitterly and bowed his head, "Nothing."

"You're lying!" I looked at him nervously.

Without any light in the room, I couldn't see his face clearly. So I went over, cupped his face with both hands, and forced him, who originally lowered his head, to look up.

I forced him to look at me and felt that the stubble on his face was so strong.

Patrick finally looked up and looked at me. Stretching out his arms, he took me into his arms, pressed his chin against my shoulder, and said, "If I can only choose one between you and Towering High, then I will choose you."

"What?" I felt nervous all of a sudden, "What happened? Was it related to me?"

Patrick held me so tightly as if he wanted to make me become one with him.

After a long time, I heard his voice ring in my ear, "You know Towering High Crisis, right? The research project which I have spent a lot of money on probably will be all gone. In the past few years, I have spent tens of billions of dollars on this project. It is about to be completed. And I have spent a lot of money on building up the momentum for it..."

Holding me in his arms, Patrick told me everything about his project.

About ten minutes later...

In the end, he told me the incident where his laboratory room caught fire and everything he had was gone.

After hearing this, I felt extremely distressed for him. After all, Patrick had spent a lot of money on that project. And he earned money little by little rather than by turning to some dirty tricks.

Now, because of a fire and the fact that those with ulterior motives "stole" the IAI documents, everything of his was gone.

"Well, then you can start over again." Speaking of this, I paused and continued, "If you don't have any money, you can turn to the Kelsi family for help."

In my opinion, that was probably the reason why they were willing to cooperate to reach a win-win situation.

Hearing this, Patrick held me with more strength, "Don't you know that the business field is like a battlefield? And the market situation is constantly changing. No one can guarantee that they will be the ultimate winner. In order not to ask for someone else for help one day, I have been very conservative in choosing investment projects over the past few years."

"Isn't it an accident this time?"

"It wasn't an accident. I was too careless." Patrick shook his head, "Or to be more precise, that person knew my weakness and carefully laid out this trap for me."

"That man? Do you know who he is?"

"As Shelton said, could it be that Patrick knew who had set him up?"

Patrick straightened up and looked at me without any sharpness in his black eyes. After a while, he spoke, "That person is Shelton Cowell, your fiance."

Originally, I wanted to say something. However, I thought of Shelton's phone call I had eavesdropped on at noon.

As expected, it was Shelton. And it could only be him.

I lowered my eyes and asked, "Why did he do this? Is it because of me?" This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

I was so afraid that Patrick would give me a positive answer.

Patrick raised his hand and gently touched my face with his palm, "That's our business. And we got you involved. I used to know that he wanted to find where my weakness lay. In order not to expose my weakness, I promised to marry Kelsi..."

"Am I Patrick's weakness?"

"Does Patrick take me as his weakness?"

I looked at Patrick in disbelief, intending to ask him many questions. However, in the end, I only asked him, "In this way, you protected me and put Kelsi in danger, didn't you?"

"Could it be that whoever that Patrick married would become his weakness by default?"

Patrick looked at me and shook his head with a smile, "Kelsi Clark has always been on Shelton's side. That's why I kept her by my side." "What?"

I was stunned.

I recalled Armand from many years ago.

Patrick was indeed very good at doing such a thing.

Seeing me so surprised, he cupped my chin from behind, leaned over, and kissed me. After that, he let go of my chin and looked at me with his black eyes, asking, "Whether you believe it or not, I have to tell you that I have been living separately with Kelsi for the past five years."