Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 445

Without looking up, I couldn't see Tillie's expression.

But all of this didn't matter to me anymore.

Tillie was silent for a while before saying, "Ms. Nolan, I've inquired about it. It turns out that you are Mr. Cowell's ex-wife and that you bore a child for him. Now you stay here and refuse to leave, intending to rekindle your feelings with Mr. Cowell."

"Yes."

I didn't deny it.

From a certain point of view, I probably indeed hoped so.

Hearing this, Tillie giggled, "Ms. Nolan, you're really naive. Have you ever heard of a saying?"

I ignored her. Seeing that I didn't respond, she continued, "Men actually are very dedicated. No matter how old they are, they are all falling for women of twenty years old. The way you see it, aren't they devoted?"

After that, Tillie smiled even more brightly.

I looked up and glanced at smiling Tillie. Finally, I realized that something was wrong with her.

Although Tillie's hair was of plain black color, her hairstyle was well-arranged.

Her bang was especially so.

She wore a Korean- styled haircut to better enhance her face type.

The ordinary barbers surely couldn't get this kind of hairstyle done. At least, she should have turned to a professional barber in a high-end barbershop.

I stood up suddenly. And Tillie was holding her chin in her hands at the time.

She pointed her finger at me.

Her nails are neat. At first glance, it could be seen that she did manicures frequently.

I looked Tillie up and down again.

After that, I was pretty sure that she was a standard city girl who surely hadn't come from an unknown place.

Moreover, she should have been a fashionable city girl previously.

"What's wrong?" Under my gaze, Tillie seemed to be a little intimidated.

I smiled and said, "Tillie, how old are you? Where are you from? You are a fresh maid, aren't you?" "Me?" Hearing this, she looked sideways and said with an unnatural expression on her face, "I...I'm 20 years old. I grow up in City Y. While working as a maid, I want to observe and learn from real life."

To tell the truth, if I hadn't found any clues, after hearing her words, I surely would have felt that she was the kind of girl who wanted to make herself dignified and felt ashamed to admit her real background.

It wasn't that I looked down on the girls from remote places. I thought so because I had figured out that everything Tillie had done was to deceive me.

And it seemed that someone had arranged everything for her.

Who was this person?

Well, it was self-evident.

Pretending that I didn't find out the truth, I exposed her, "Really? Then tell me, where did you spend your junior high school days? What about the high school? At your age, you should study at college. Why did you come here to work as a maid?"

"It's... it's none of your business!" Tillie looked very embarrassed. Lifting her feet, she kicked down the big basin in front of me.

And she turned around, planning to leave!

"Come here!" I grabbed Tillie and ordered, "Put the things back." "Who do you think you are?"

Tillie was obviously unhappy.

"Hurry up!" I grabbed her and refused to let her go.

For no reason, after confirming that Tillie was acting, I was inexplicably confident.

"Patrick put on a show and tried to drive me away, didn't he?"

'That's great. I'll cooperate with them to put on a show and see when they will be exposed.'

'Anyway, didn't he ask me to wash the curtains? I'll wash it every day to see how much longer they can continue acting!'

Tillie was anxious, saying, "I won't..."

"Then don't go!"

"I'm going to call Mr. Cowell over!"

"Go ahead!"

Tillie and I were tugging at each other downstairs.

As expected, I soon heard the sound of the wheelchair behind me.

We turned around at the same time. Upon seeing Patrick, Tillie looked aggrieved. Just now, she had looked ferocious. However, the next second, her tears rustled down.

She ran to Patrick's side and said with an aggrieved look on her face, "Mr. Cowell, you're here."

In this way, I was in a trance for a moment. It seemed that I had gone back to the days a long time ago.

It was like I was staring at Patrick and Caroline.

Patrick reached out and let Tillie sit on his lap. Gently putting his hand behind Tillie's back, he asked in a gentle voice, "What's wrong?"

"She kicked my basin over. And I asked her to get things back to where they were."

I answered calmly.

Hearing this, Patrick didn't look at her. Instead, he squinted at Tillie and asked her, "Is that so?"

Tillie nodded and said in a delicate and touching voice, "I... I didn't do it on purpose..."

She cried sadly.

She was indeed another Caroline.

Back then, I was so stubborn that I was always at a disadvantage.

Originally, Patrick had an amiable look in his eyes. Hearing her words, Patrick raised his head and stared at me with indifference in his eyes, "She is taking care of me. She doesn't have to do these things. Stay away from her in the future."

After that, he said to Tillie, "Push me back to my room." "All right."

Tillie sadly got off his lap and pushed him away.

Before leaving, she turned around and looked at me with a flaunting look in her eyes.

Despite knowing that they were cooperating to put on a show together, I still felt a little pain in my heart as I saw such a scene.

I bit my lips and took the basin back unwillingly.

That evening, I hung up the curtains and went back to my room to do the design.

When I went to the bathroom outside my room at night, coincidentally, I saw Tillie going back to her room.

She hobbled as she walked.

Upon seeing me, she immediately had a smug look on her face. While passing by me, she said, "Mr. Cowell is so awesome. I think I'll be pregnant soon if this goes on."

"Congratulations."

I said coldly.

After going to the bathroom, I returned to my room.

And I continued with my work.

In the past few days, I had been washing the curtains, living a relaxing life. So I came back to my room early in the evening to do design, have a video chat with Glenn, or talk about my work with

Nancy.

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However, I would accidentally meet Tillie almost every night. And she would irritate me with various methods.

At first, I was in a bad mood. As time went by, I calmed down and regarded everything as a show.

Since Patrick and Tillie wanted to put on a show, I would accompany them too.

Anyway, I would mean my words and wouldn't leave.

Unless I saw Patrick and Tillie make love one day.

However, I guessed that this kind of thing would never happen.

I spent another week here in Patrick's place. There seemed to be no change in my life. As usual, I washed the curtains every day.

Although the water was a little cold, I only had to soak the curtains in the water. So I got used to it soon.

It was just that I had been coughing all this time. And recently, I felt more and more pain in my chest.

That day, I hung up the curtains and prepared to go back to my room to have a rest. Upon reaching the door, I saw that Patrick sat in his wheelchair and blocked the door.

"Mr. Cowell." Based on my impression, I hadn't seen Patrick for a few days.

Looking at me, Patrick didn't have any expression on his face. However, hearing me cough, he frowned slightly and said in a cold tone, "You have been coughing for a long time. Why haven't you gone to see a doctor? Do you want to infect her as well?"

"Her?"

"Oh, he is referring to Tillie."