Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 327

I looked up at him and smiled faintly. "Okay, I will stay alive."

In fact, I still cherished my life very much.

After all, I needed to take care of Glenn.

How could I have the heart to make him a motherless child?

Patrick patted me on the head. "Are you hungry? Let's eat."

He led me out of the room and we went downstairs. I looked around as I walked. It should be a very ordinary villa with mountains and trees outside. It was a holiday villa.

However, in winter, the scene was covered by snow.

"This is..."

In fact, I wanted to ask Patrick why I was here?

If I remembered correctly, today should be the engagement banquet. Since I was here, what about the engagement banquet?

"I'll stay here with you for the time being."

Patrick took me to the table and we sat down. Then he took out a bowl, filled it with the porridge from a thermos nearby, and put it in front of me.

The aroma of the porridge crept into my nose. For a moment, I felt really hungry.

I picked up the spoon and started drinking.

After a few sips, I fixed my eyes on the thermos.

Patrick was not very good at cooking. This porridge was definitely not made by himself, but sent by someone else.

At present, everything here made me feel a little weird.

But my mind was in a mess at this moment, and I didn't know where to start.

After I finished eating the porridge, Patrick asked me again, 'Are you full? I'll get more porridge for you."

I shook my head and looked up at him. After hesitating for a moment, I finally said, "What happened after I was in a coma that day? Why am I here?"

In my opinion, no matter what happened, I should be in the hospital,

instead of staying in this strange villa.

Unless...

"Don't worry about it. It's all over. Stay here for three days, we'll return." Patrick looked at me.

He had a kind of magic power. After that horrifying thing had happened last night, I, however, felt very relaxed when I saw him.

But I knew that Shelton wouldn't give up.

I looked up and asked him, "Tell me, what happened. I am here, and Shelton will definitely not let it go like this, will he? Will our actions hurt the Towering High?"

Patrick's Towering High was getting better.

But if something happened to the Towering High, and it went broke, would I get the blame for this?

"Do you want to know?" Patrick lowered his head to look at me.

"Yes."

I nodded vigorously.

The man pulled me to the couch.

He sat down first and then let me sit on his lap. He tidied up my hair with one hand and said, "Actually, I already knew what game my uncle was going to play."

"You knew that?"

The man nodded. "Yes, Roger works for neither of us. He deliberately leaked this to me and took my money."

"What do you mean? Does this gambling game have anything to do with your money?"

I looked at Patrick confusedly.

Roger took his money?

Patrick smiled resignedly. He held me in his arms and leaned over to kiss my thin lips gently. "In this game, I bet that you wouldn't shoot at me first, but you were beyond my expectations."

"you wouldn't die if I didn't shoot at you first?"

I didn't understand.

Patrick nodded. "This is a psychological battle. I bet you love me."

I was stunned.

"You bet I love you? What if I don't love you? You gamble with your own life, are you crazy? If you die, I will break down!" I was so angry that I beat him forcefully.

I wanted to break away from his embrace.

But Patrick held me tightly in his arms.

No matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't move an inch.

Finally, Patrick directly held me, got up, and carried me to the bedroom!

"Ah! Let me go!"

I was shocked.

But the man didn't want to let me go at all. He walked to the bedroom step by step and directly put me on the bed. The next second, he pressed his whole body on me, kissed on my lips, and looked up at me. "If I have to die, I really don't want to die under your revolver."

"You..."

I blushed. I didn't do anything, but I could already feel his change.

Patrick's slender fingers unbuttoned his shirts one by one, and he said word by word, "I am willing to die for having sex with you."

He said this word by word.

When he finished the last word, the man leaned over, and his breath, which was familiar to me, swept through my mouth.

The air in my mouth was invaded by his hot breath.

Being hugged by him, I only felt that I was surrounded by a burning fire. The air around me was getting thinner and thinner, and my face was also becoming redder and redder with the rising temperature.

Previously, I had minded his marriage.

But at this moment, he and I were both single.

Everything seemed to return to the starting point.

I finally decided to release my passion.

After making this decision, I responded to the move of Patrick's body, which I was very familiar with, naturally, after his tease.

After kissing my lips, he raised his head and looked at me with his black eyes. He asked me, "Have you ever had sex with him?"

"No." Blushing, I denied immediately.

Hearing what I said, the man smiled happily.

The next second, our bodies merged.

Our battle started in the daytime and ended at night. We were like people who walked in the desert for a long time and finally found water. We crazily quench our thirst, until we were satisfied. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

When I opened my eyes again, it was dark outside the window.

Patrick fell asleep beside me.

I put on a pair of pajamas and stood up alone in front of the window. The moon was like a silver plate, whose image was cut into two parts by a bare branch.

It was quiet.

As I was clear-headed now, I started to think about what had happened recently.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that we had to handle the aftermath of those events,

including the divorce between Kelsi and Patrick. When I thought about it, I found it very strange.

Based on my interaction with Kelsi last time, I felt that she had a deep affection for Patrick.

Patrick had said he divorced Kelsi, but she would not easily agree with that even if Towering High was on the verge of collapse.

Let alone...

I looked back at Patrick and found it very weird.

Did he lie to me?

His mobile phone was quietly placed on the bedside. After I came here, I didn't find any way to contact the outside world.

Looking at his cell phone, I suddenly wanted to have a look.

Perhaps, I could get some information from it.

I crept over, wanting to grab the phone. As I approached, the phone's screen suddenly lit up.

A message popped up.

[Where are you? What happened? Please contact me.]

The sender was Kelsi.

Seeing this, I felt that my heart missed a beat.

Sure enough, Patrick lied to me. He did not divorce Kelsi. Otherwise, why did she send him a message like this?