Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 411

"No. It's just that I've been too busy lately. I can't take care of another child since I've spent all my energy taking care of Glenn," I explained.

What I said was true.

As far as I was concerned, I didn't need to keep the fact that I was here to buy contraceptive pills from Patrick.

So I told him the truth.

Hearing my words, he looked somewhat gloomy, "Tell me, how many nannies do you need to help you take care of the child? How much do you need? I will shoulder all the expenses for you. If you are pregnant, deliver them!"

"I am fine with having a child, that is, Glenn."

I lowered my eyes slightly and said.

"I'm not." Patrick came up to me in a few steps and raised his hand to grab the drugs in my hands.

I stepped back. And he failed to snatch the drugs away from me.

I looked at Patrick with some puzzlement. With a calm look on my face, I said, "Mr. Cowell, the way you see it, is it suitable for us to continue to bear children in this situation?" "Yes."

He replied positively without hesitation.

I frowned slightly and said, "Now, it's like this. You hide everything from me, intending to control me at your fingertips. Do you think it's fair?"

In fact, I didn't even know what the relationship between Patrick and me was now.

Obviously, we were not lovers.

And we were less than a couple.

At best, we had a child. Besides that, we had nothing to do with each other.

Looking at me coldly, Patrick seemed to be thinking about something and failed to say anything for a long time.

About seven or eight seconds later, I was about to leave. Then Patrick suddenly said, "Yes, you are right."

I thought there was something wrong with my ears.

His voice was a little hoarse and sentimental.

Before I could say anything while standing there, Patrick continued, "I really shouldn't have forced you to bear any children for me again. With our current relationship, it's really not appropriate for us to have a child."

His attitude changed so fast that I didn't know what to say for a while.

But he said first, "Sorry, I took it for granted."

After that, he turned around and intended to leave.

I stood in the night and watched him walking into the darkness bit by bit. For no reason, I felt reluctant to see him leave.

"Wait a minute!"

I wasn't reconciled once again!

I took a few steps, went up to the front of his car, and grabbed Patrick's hand. When he stopped, I hugged him from behind, "What's wrong with you? Are you going to leave or stay? If you want to leave, do it neatly and never show up in my life again! If you want to stay, stay with me. And never should you leave me!"

What I wanted to say to Patrick actually was, "Please stay, okay?

However, I couldn't say it out loud.

It was unknown that starting from when had our relationship become so awkward.

It was as if we had made a big turn and gone back to the starting point.

Patrick stood where he was. After a long while, he patted me on the hand and said with his back to

me, "Good girl. I'll go."

His words made me burst into tears.

I wiped my tears on his coat and said, "If you want to leave, just leave. Don't call me a good girl. Neither should you leave me any hope or pretend that you are forced. In fact, you've been thinking of getting rid of me for a long time! If you want to leave, do it quickly. Don't bother me anymore!"

After that, I turned around and ran back to my house.

Back at home, I looked at the contraceptive pill and drank it in exasperation.

After that, I seemed to regret it again.

"If I'm pregnant, will Patrick just stay by my side?"

I knew I was stupid. But I had been falling for him for so many years. I couldn't let him go.

I rushed into the toilet and began to put my hand down my throat!

I wanted to spit out that small pill...

"Sister Janetta..."

As I put my hand down my throat in the bathroom, I heard that Jason was shouting at me.

I straightened up and looked back, only to see Jason standing at the door. He frowned slightly and looked at me. There seemed to be a trace of sadness in his clear eyes.

I quickly washed my hands and felt a little embarrassed, "Why haven't you gone to bed yet?"

"I was watching a video in my room. Hearing your voice, I thought you were sick. So I..."

"I am not ill. Go to sleep. And I'm going to bed as well."

I wiped my hands clean, walked past him, and prepared to go upstairs.

Behind me, Jason's slightly hesitant voice rang, "Why did you and your ex- husband separate? I saw that there seemed to be a misunderstanding between you two today."

"Children shouldn't inquire about this." I turned to look at him and forced a smile, "We may have made mistakes by being with each other at the beginning. And now we are just correcting the mistakes."

It was a mistake that Patrick and I had been with each other.

Patrick was such an excellent man. Even if he stayed with me for the time being, he would leave sooner or later.

"But..." "Well, manage your own affairs. Don't worry about my matters. You are too young to do that."

I smiled and went upstairs.

After I returned to my room, I saw that my bed was still in a mess.

When I was cleaning my room up, in surprise, I found a black bank card on the bedside.

The password was marked at the back of the bank card.

The gold-stamped letters in the lower right corner of the bank card were the owner's name.

It was Patrick's bank card.

"Is it the breakup fee?" I smiled bitterly and put the bank card into the drawer at the beside casually. NôvelDrama.Org content.

Now I was physically fit. And I could make money. Why should I use his money again?

After that day, Patrick and I never saw each other again.

Time-Travel, namely the resort we designed for the Reid Group, was officially completed. And it caused a great sensation after the coverage of the media.

At the same time, we won an international prize.

Because of this resort, our studio became better-known instantly.

For a moment, Nancy and I became the most popular designers in this industry. More and more clients came to us. And I was busy with my work.

I gave one of the keys to my home to Jason.

After a few months, unknowingly, I trusted Jason so much. From a certain point of view, I even treated him like a family member.

And I finished learning to drive.

Although Nancy insisted that I should buy a car like a Mercedes and Benz with high practicality and great function, I bought a MINI instead. I did so because of some nostalgia.

I used to be penniless at school. When I saw two kinds of cars, that was, MINI and Beatles, on the street back then, I liked them so much that I didn't even bear to take my eyes off them.

And I thought that if I had money, I would definitely buy one.

Now I had money. And I could buy better cars. I insisted on buying a MINI first.

After purchasing a MIMI, Nancy took me to paint it and sprayed a logo of a big swallow- tailed butterfly on the door of the car.

Of course, she pained one on her car as well.

More and more clients came to us. We couldn't manage that many projects. So we could only select a few of them. Among a series of projects that the clients entrusted to us, Nancy and I selected a large- sized project related to a residential quarter with Chinese-styled gardening in unison.

The real estate industry was in a difficult position. And the housing properties couldn't be sold out with ease. Both Nancy and I chose this project at the same time.

One of the reasons was that Gifted Design had participated in this project.

The design competition organized by Gifted Design, to some extent, was a turning point in Nancy's and my lives.