Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 326

"It's alright. This is our choice. It has nothing to do with you."

"Yes, no matter who will die, we will accept it if you pull the trigger."

Both Shelton and Patrick tried to persuade me.

To tell the truth, this was very ridiculous. I looked at them and said, "Why do you want me to decide your lives? Are you stupid?"

I really couldn't understand why they wanted to do this.

"Because neither of them is willing to quit, so they decide to play this brutal game. Anyway, either of them has the ability to take over the other's company. And either of them will be very good to you." Roger said.

Patrick and Shelton did not refute his words.

"So, you want one to live and the other to die?" I looked at Patrick and Shelton in confusion.

"If they continue to fight each other, neither of them will win based on the companies they have. It's better to solve the problem personally." Roger just couldn't shut his mouth off.

However, he seemed to fully understand the decision Patrick and Shelton had made.

When they heard his words, they did not explain at all.

Roger seemed to be right.

I looked at them and smiled bitterly. "So, no one can change it, right?"

Both of them nodded.

No one spoke.

But at the same time, there was no fear on their faces. It seemed that they were both ready to die.

"Come on, beauty." Roger once again handed the revolver to me.

"Alright." I nodded.

The bodyguards released me again and I grabbed the revolver.

This revolver was much heavier than I thought, maybe it's due to my heart was full of fear. At this time, I found it so difficult to even pick up the revolver.

I raised my arm bit by bit and aimed the gun at the space between Patrick and Shelton.

Roger asked, "Who will you shoot first?"

Patrick and Shelton looked at me.

In fact, this choice was very important.

Because it meant that the other was more important to me.

I held the revolver in my hand and asked, "Do I have to choose?"

"Of course, this is the rule." Roger was intoxicated in this game and said with a smile, "And it is their wish, so don't feel the pressure to do it. It is my first time to see such a surprising wish, it may be the power of love."

With a revolver in my hand, I looked at Patrick and said, "Patrick, I met you when I was ten and fell in love with you. Although we often hurt each other and were suspicious of each other, and we

spent only a short time together, it was the happiest time I have ever had to wait for you to come home and have dinner with you."

Patrick didn't say anything, he just stared at me. His black eyes were as still as water.

I looked at Shelton again. "Shelton, you are the person who treats me the best in this world. No one has ever been so kind to me. I know everything you have done for me. I am not insensible. I have been moved by you for a long time. I am willing to spend the rest of my life with you. I believe that all the promises you have made to me will be fulfilled."

Shelton didn't say anything either.

My revolver was between them.

Roger felt a little impatient. "Hurry up and make a decision. Do you want me to make a decision for you?"

"No, I'll do it myself," I said calmly, "If there is a person who has to die, it must be..."

I didn't say the last word "me", but I already pointed the revolver at my temple.

I closed my eyes and quickly pulled the trigger!

One time.

Although there was a slight noise, nothing happened.

I quickly did it again.

Afterwards, I felt that I was still alive.

I heard Patrick's voice.

So I pulled the trigger again quickly!

When I did it for the third time, I felt a great force from the revolver.

My wrist went up along with that force!

At the same time, I heard a loud bang, which shook my eardrums. Then, my scalp felt a huge shock!

It hurt!

I felt that the impact seemed to have cut my scalp, giving a great blow to my brain!

"Charlotte!"

"Janetta!"

At that moment, I heard two voices.

One came from Patrick, and the other from Shelton. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

These two different names seemed to symbolize the two lives I had.

Was I going to die?

At that moment, I only felt that my body was falling quickly, and soon, the surroundings in my eyes were in a mess!

Glenn.

I was most sorry for Glenn.

At this moment, there was no need for me to worry about the lives of Patrick and Shelton.

What I was worried about was that Glenn hadn't grown up yet.

He was so young, was he going to lose his mother?

Soon, the darkness befell me.

I didn't die.

When I woke up again, I was in a strange room. I looked around and felt lost.

I lay there and thought for a long time before I remembered what had happened.

I looked at the place where I was and was sure that I was just in a normal room, not in a hospital.

I wasn't dead?

The bullet did not hit me?

I touched my temple, which was flat and neat without any scars.

My hand went up and I felt the gauze covered on the right side of the top of my head.

I gently pressed there...

It hurt!

It really hurt!

But now, I, who was sober, realized that the bullet did not pass through my brain, but only scratched my scalp.

But, where was I now?

I had never seen this place before.

I sat up and looked out of the window. I saw woods outside. Because it was winter, there were only trunks, and the snow on the ground had not yet melted.

Why was I here?

I struggled to get up from the bed, wanting to open the door and go out to have a look. Just as my hand touched the door handle, I heard a shrill alarm outside!

What's going on?!

I was startled and withdrew my hand.

But soon, the alarm stopped.

When I was hesitating about whether to touch the door handle again, the door in front of me was suddenly opened.

It was Patrick standing in front of me!

"You're awake!" When Patrick saw me, he immediately spread out his arms and held me in his arms.

He hugged me tightly, as if we were conjoined twins.

I was held by him, thinking what had happened that day. I reached out my arms and hugged him back, muttering, "It's so lucky, you are still alive."

Hearing what I said, Patrick immediately got angry and stared at me. "I am still alive? If I had made the move a second late at that time, you would be lying in the coffin instead of standing here now!"

I lowered my eyes. "If someone has to die, I hope it's me."

Since Patrick was here, Shelton must be alive. And I was also alive, so Glenn wouldn't lose his mother.

This might be the best solution.

Shelton bowed his head and gently kissed me. "I don't allow you to die."