Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 438

When I stood at the door, a bodyguard opened the door for me and asked, "Are you a new servant?"

"Yes."

I deliberately lowered my voice.

Fortunately, it was exceptionally cold today. Even if I wrapped myself up like a dumpling and only showed my eyes, the bodyguards did not doubt me.

He open the door after looking at me for a few more seconds.

This time, he didn't take me to the living room. Instead, he took me to the servant room in the corner and arranged a room for me. He said impatiently, "First change your clothes and then follow me to see the young master."

I nodded.

There were probably seven or eight servant rooms in this manor.

The one arranged for me by the bodyguards is the one closest to the door.

I quickly took off my jacket and put on a uniform for servants. Then I put on the flat-toned glasses that I had prepared long ago.

As soon as I went out, she lowered her head.

The bodyguard did not find out anything. As soon as I went out, he said impatiently, "Why are you so slow? You must do things faster in the future. Our young master bad-tempered."

I lowered my head and just said, "Yes, I know."

The bodyguard didn't seem to doubt me at all.

He took me to the second floor, and I saw an elevator nearby. I found it was a new one at first glance.

We did not take the elevator, but take the stairs.

The bodyguard led me to the innermost room on the second floor. After arriving at the door, he knocked on the door several times. Before the people inside responded, he said, "Sir, the new servant is here."

It was still quiet inside. No one answered.

The bodyguard waited with me for a while, and then reached out and pushed the door open. Then he said to me, "Go in and help him take a bath first."

"Yes."

I went in obediently.

There was a large balcony in the room. Patrick was sitting in a wheelchair, facing the balcony with his back to me, motionless.

I stood where I was. When I was hesitating if to come forward, he asked first, "Did my mother send you here?"

"Yes."

I lowered my voice and answered very softly. I was afraid that Patrick would find out it's me.

Although, this matter would happen eventually.

Patrick didn't seem to discover this. He asked again, "Did my mother told you what do you need to do?"

"Yes."

I spoke very quickly. I was afraid that Patrick could hear my voice and drove me out immediately.

The man nodded and said, "Take me to the bathroom. Help me take a bath first."

I walked over, grabbed the handle of the wheelchair with both hands, and pushed him into the bathroom.

I looked down and saw a white thing on the man's hair. After carefully distinguishing it, I recognized it was probably because the hair cleaning foam was not washed off.

In Patrick's current state, it was definitely a troublesome thing to bathe.

I helped him into the bathroom. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

The bathroom was enormous. There was a huge triangular bathtub in it. Beside it was a large piece of glass. Outside was the back garden of the manor. The design allowed him to enjoy the scenery of the garden when taking a bath.

After entering, I stood still, and Patrick didn't seem to be angry. He said, "Did my mother invite you here to let you stand there?"

"No..."

"Take off my clothes!"

There was anger in Patrick's voice.

I stood on the spot, a little nervous.

"Once I walk over, Patrick will recognize me. I really don't know what reaction he will have when he recognizes me. Will he drive me away directly? Or..." I thought.

However, I couldn't stand here forever.

I struggled there for a long time. Finally, I took a step forward and walked to the front of Patrick. I knelt down quickly, bowed my head, and fumbled for Patrick to untie the buttons on.

When I had just unbuttoned a button, I heard a light snort from the man above my head.

Then, he clung to my chin and forced me to look up.

As soon as my head was raised, he ripped off the glasses on my face and looked at me mockingly. "Janetta, you think my ears are also broken, don't you? You think I can't even hear your voice when you lower your voice?"

"No..." At this moment, my heart was about to jump out of my throat.

The man's black eyes were full of anger, and he grabbed my chin tighter. " What are you doing here? Do you want to see how useless I am? A disabled man who can not even take his bath!"

Seeing the unconcealable frustration in his expression, my heart was even more painful than his.

I shook my head and calmed down. I raised my hand and helped Patrick unbutton the button. As I unbuttoned the button, I said, "Can't you see the clothes I'm wearing? I'm here to be your servant, to take care of you."

Right, that's why I'm here.

As soon as I finished my words, he raised his hand and pushed me away directly with a gloomy and cold expression. "Take care of me? Since when do I need you to take care of me?"

"Now!" I walked to Patrick's side firmly, and my eyes shifted away from the man's cold expression. "I don't care. Anyway, I took your family's money to be your servant. If you agree, I

will do it. If you refuse, I will do it!"

The man looked at me. "Money? Then tell me, how much money should I pay to let you get out of here?!"

"No, I have the spirit of a contract. Since I've taken the money, I must do this job well."

I answered.

"The spirit of contract?" Hearing these four words, Patrick's expression became ferocious and the corners of his mouth curled up in a meaningful arc. "Since you've said it, let me see how long you can last!"

"Did this count as a yes?" I thought.

Although I understand that he should be thinking how to send me away. But since I have decided to stay, I will not leave.

I said nothing and continued to help Patrick untie the button.

The shirt was taken off, revealing the muscular muscles on his body. He was sitting in a wheelchair.

I looked around. There was a stool in the bathroom. After I took off all his clothes, I said, "Come, let me help you sit on the stool."

He did not speak but raised his hand slightly.

I knew it means he agreed.

Patrick's height was 188cm. Although his whole body had obviously decreased a little after his legs were damaged, he was still taller than me, after all. He was much stronger than me as well.

I tried to lift him up.

Only then did I realize that this was truly too difficult.

I tried several times, but I failed. When I tried, I was at ease though, because Patrick was also working hard with me. He held the handle of the wheelchair with his hand and wanted to stand up.

After the fourth failure, the man took back his hand directly and said, "I'll do it myself."

He held the armrest of the wheelchair with both hands, and then slowly moved his butt to the stool, and I stood beside him to support him.

It took about two minutes for Patrick to finally sit steadily on the chair.

It was just a simple movement, but I saw that there was already a thin layer of sweat on the man's forehead.