Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 419

"No, I only..."

"Stop talking. Close your eyes and sleep for a while. After the injection, I'll take you back."

I knew what Jason would say, so I interrupted him.

I have already said what I should say, and I don't need to continue this topic.

Jason shook his head, "It's okay. I want to keep you company by chatting."

"No, you'd better get to sleep. There would be too much voice."

When I said this, I was stunned by myself.

What's the matter? Why did the tone of my words seemed a little like Patrick's?

When I realized this, I felt a little upset.

Then Jason went to sleep beside me, I watched a TV series with my mobile phone and earphones.

Jason needed to have two bottles of medicine infused in total. Seeing that one bottle was about to finish, I hurried to ask the nurse to change the other bottle.

Jason had not woken up during the whole process.

When I sat back, I looked at him sleeping on the hospital bed. The boy's eyelashes were long, his skin was very white, his eyebrows were as straight as swords, and his eyes were as gleaming as stars. His straight nose seemd to be carved.

He was really a typical handsome boy.

It was no wonder that his roommates said that he was popular.

From a certain point of view, he looked a little bit like Seth.

I think there were a lot of girls chasing after Seth when I was in college.

After so many years, girls' aesthetic standards had not changed.

When the second bottle of medicine was about to end, I called the nurse to remove the needle.

This time, Jason woke up.

He cracked his eyes and looked at me beside him. He smiled handsomely and said, "Thank you, Janetta. It's great that I have the chance to know you."

"You're welcome. You have looked after Gian. That prevents me from worrying about him. So, you have also helped me a lot."

I deliberately brought up Glenn to draw a clear line between him and me to keep distant.

He seemed didn't mind.

After the nurse took the things away, I reached out and touched the boy's forehead. The fever had gone. When I took the prescribed pills, the boy immediately grabbed it and said, "Let me take it."

I didn't stop him from helping.

When we got in the car, he sat in the co-pilot seat of my car, and I drove him back. All the way, he was giggling.

I looked at the rearview mirror on my right several times and saw that he was smiling. I was a little speechless and asked him, "What's wrong? Have you lost your mind because of the fever?"

"No, I'm just happy."

Answered Jason.

I shook my head, "You are really silly. How could you be happy when you are sick?"

Jason said nothing.

The car drove home.

I went upstairs to see Glenn. Fortunately, he was not awake, so I was relieved.

I watched as Jason took his medicine and took a quilt for him before I went to bed.

In the next two days, Jason got injections on time that he had recovered before returning to school.

When he was about to leave, I touched the boy's forehead to make sure that he had recovered from fever. I also prepared a lot of ordinary medicine for him and reminded him to take pills on time.

When the boy left, I recalled and felt I was so nagging as if I were an old mother.

Life still continued like before-

Patrick's birthday was coming. Although I rejected him last time, I didn't know why it was closer to his birthday, the more irritated I became.

Sometimes, I even felt a little regret for my refusal that day.

But I soon woke up.

Fortunately, I put Patrick on the blacklist. He can't contact me, and I can't contact him either. Otherwise, I am really not sure whether I could not control myself to call him.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Time flies. It was on the 16th of January.

That was a Tuesday.

And it is Patrick's birthday.

My mind was full of wild flights of fancy.

After took a break at noon, I went to the cafe nearby to help my colleagues buy the latest limited edition coffee for Valentine's Day. I saw a pair of mugs on the side of the counter, one of which was sapphire blue and the other's color was pomegranate.

The colors were pretty.

For a moment, I bought it with my head in a mess.

Not until I bought it did I regret very much.

Patrick might have forgotten the invitation, for which he just said a word, but I still kept it in my heart and unnecessarily made myself a worrywart.

I walked to the intersection near the studio. I was afraid that Nancy would ask me about the mugs. I feared my hidden idea would be discovered. When I saw the trash can on the road side, I directly put the the two cups there and strode toward the direction of the studio.

However, after taking a few steps.

I was not willing to let it go.

I turned around and quietly picked up the bag of the cups again.

As expected, when I arrived at the studio, Paulina came over. Seeing that I was carrying four bags, she immediately took them.

When the bag of cups was put down, Paulina took a glimpse at it and asked, "What's this?"

"Nothing." I took the bag and stuffed it into the drawer beside me.

As a gossip maker, Paulina did not ask straightforward at once, but in the afternoon, for many times, she wanted to open the drawer to see what was in it, and she had been caught by me every time.

"Oh, just tell me what is that? Is it a gift from someone?"

In the end, Paulina had no choice but to give up and ask directly.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes at her. "No, it's just a cup. I need to take it home for use."

"Oh, isn't it a Valentine's Day gift for someone?" Paulina asked.

"Of course not! There isn't anyone to whom I will give a gift."

"Knock, knock."

As soon as I finished my words, there was a knock at the door.

The clerk sitting at the door went to open the door.

When she opened the door, she saw a person in a delivery suit standing at the door. "Excuse me, who is Janetta?"

I got up and walked over.

The delivery man at the door handed me a small parcel in his hand and said, "It's your parcel from the same city. Please sign for receipt."

"From the same city?"

I was a little surprised. I looked down and saw that it was a very small blue box. It was very exquisite and there was a thin layer of transparent film outside.

Looking at this, I suddenly realized that this might have been sent to me by Patrick.

I quickly signed it.

In the end, I still wanted to celebrate his birthday in my heart.

However, wouldn't it be too shabby to only give him a cup as a present?

After the delivery man left, Paulina leaned over and said, "Oh, what a special day is it today? You have bought gifts, and someone else has also given you gifts. What is this? Open it and have a look?"

"As Nancy is not here, you become a boss, don't you?"

I rolled my eyes at her.

Today, there was a event at Cicely's Kindergarten, so Nancy went to attend it.

Paulina was a little unhappy. "I'm just curious."

I packed the box up and didn't have any intention of opening it now.

Paulina pestered me to inquiry for a while and found that I really didn't want to open it, so she went back to work.

Until she left, I took the box and opened it in the conference room.

As expected, there was nothing but a card lying there, with only a time and location written on it.

The signature was Patrick.

I looked at the card carefully, but there was nothing else on it except for the above information.

I felt a little unhappy. In this way, it seemed he was sure I would go to meet him.