Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 423

I sucked at playing games.

I had no choice but said to Glenn, "Why don't we play some other games?"

"Forget it. I'll play by myself. You are even worse than Grandpa Ryan!" The tone of Glenn's voice was extremely disdainful.

I felt a little frustrated with my self-esteem.

Originally, I didn't have a low opinion of my ability, but when I played the game, my fingers didn't listen to me.

I decided that I should find some time to practice on games.

Two weeks after Patrick's birthday, I finally received his message again.

He didn't send me the address in a text message this time, instead, he sent me a GPS location.

When I opened the location, my face was full of confusion.

It was located on a mountain in the suburbs of City Y. From that location, it should be close to the top.

"Is there a restaurant?" I doubted it.

I looked at the location and sent a WhatsApp message to Patrick. [Are you sure it's here?]

[Yes, I'll pick you up tomorrow afternoon. Will you start from the studio or home?]

He asked.

Maybe it was because I knew how to drive, plus the things that had happened before, I just wanted to drive on my own.

I thought, "In case I have any conflict with him, in the mountain, I can't go anywhere I want to without a car. I will only be subject to him."

"Definitely won't!"

Therefore, I told Patrick that I would drive by myself.

He disagreed at the beginning, but he couldn't resist my insistence, so he had to agree.

Fortunately, the date he chose was not on weekend.

Because the location was on the mountain, I guessed that I would spend the night there. I didn't go to the studio that day, but stayed at home and packed up the luggage I needed for about 1or 2 days.

After getting it in the car, I was about to start.

As soon as I started the car, my phone rang. I took a look at the number, and there was a name on the screen-Shirley.

When I saw this name, I was a little surprised.

She and I hadn't contacted each other for a long time.

Why did she get in touch with me at this time?

Is it related to Shelton?

I hesitated for a moment before answering the call.

"Is it Janetta?"

Shirley's voice came from the other side, which was the same as before.

I was silent for a second before I said, "Well, it's me.

"I'm Shirley." Shirley introduced herself as she might think that I didn't have her number, then she said, "Do you remember the wedding dress you booked here last year? It's finished. Do you have time to try it on?"

"Wedding dress?"

When Shirley said those two words, my mind was blank for a moment.

After thinking for a while, I finally remembered that it was the wedding dress Shelton booked.

It was ironic.

In just one year, Shelton and I became strangers dramatically from an unmarried couple.

And a lot of pains and misfortunes I had suffered before were owing to him.

Thinking of this, I said again, "Sorry, he and I will not get married, so I don't want the wedding dress anymore."

"Really?" Hearing my answer, there was obviously a little pity in Shirley's voice, but soon she added, "I spent a long time making this wedding dress. It was the wedding dress in which I devoted most diligence in recent years, and it was made according to your size. If you don't wear it, you can take it back home and collect it."

"No, I can't. I..."

"This is the wedding dress I made for you, not for the bride of Shelton. Don't misunderstand."

Shirley seemed to have already understood what I was worried about.

"That's not necessary. I'm sorry." I brought the wedding dress Shelton booked back home? It sounded strange.

"Or, why don't you come and try it when you have time? It took me a whole year from design to making. Then won't my time of this year be cost in vain if you don't even wear it once? Can you just try it?"

There was a hint of pleading in Shirley's voice.

Although I wanted to refuse, I really couldn't as she had already said so much.

I had no choice but to say, "Well, if I have time to go, I will contact you in advance."

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

After Shirley finished, she hung up the phone.

I sighed, started the car again, and was ready to go to the mountain.

I had been driving for a few months. Although I hadn't had any major accidents, I'd better be careful as it was winter at the time. I was also afraid that it would waste my time if goes wrong way as I was not familiar with the road there.

If we couldn't get in contact with each other as the signal of the phone in the mountain was not good, and Patrick thought that I stood him up, then I couldn't clarify it.

However, the journey was smooth, and it took me about two hours to get to the top of the mountain.

What surprised me was that there was actually a restaurant at that place.

Although I called it a restaurant, it was more like a viewpoint.

Half of the restaurant was made of glass. Standing outside, you could see the inside clearly.

When I entered the restaurant, there were two attendants in the restaurant. When they saw me, they greeted me respectfully, "Mrs. Partrick." Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Hearing what they called me, I knew that this was the place Patrick had arranged.

It had just snowed a few days ago, and it was very cold on the mountain.

Although the warm air was on in the restaurant and the charcoal fire was lit, it was not warm in the restaurant because most of it was glass.

I looked around and wondered if we were going to live here tonight.

Wouldn't that be freezing to death!?

Feeling worried, I looked at the two attendants and asked them, "Do you live here tonight?"

"That's right."

The two attendants nodded.

I rubbed my hands and blew a breath, and a breath of white puff immediately rose in the air. I couldn't help but shiver. "Where do you live, is it the same temperature?"

The attendants immediately shook their heads. "No, the room in the back is quite warm. Don't worry."

They seemed to understand what I wanted to know.

There was only one table in the hall, beside which there were soft sofas and a short bookcase with books.

I found a sofa which was the furthest from the glass window and sat down. I sent Patrick a message to inform him that I had arrived, and then I found a detective fiction to read.

The story was very interesting. I held a novel and soon finished reading it.

When I looked up again, it was almost dark outside.

I took a look at my watch. It was already 6 o'clock in the evening.

Hadn't Patrick got yet?

I stood up and looked outside. There was nothing except the woods. It was dark in the direction which I came, and there was no light of the car.

"Why is he so late..."

I wanted to call Patrick, but I was afraid that would disturb his driving.

I guessed he should be there soon, I continued to sit and wait.

However, another hour had passed.

Patrick still didn't arrive at 7 o'clock.

I looked at the two attendants. "Did Mr. Cowell say that he would come today?"

The two waiters looked confused and shook their heads.

I sat there and suddenly thought...

Maybe Patrick had stood me up, hadn't he?

Was he angry because I stood him up last time, and so he took revenge on me?

If that was the case, he was too childish!

I couldn't help but take out my phone and call Patrick.

The system voice quickly came from the other side of the phone, "The number you have dialed is not in the service area or it has been turned off..."