Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 452

"It has nothing to do with you."

I said flatly.

I also didn't know how to describe the relationship between Patrick and me.

Realizing that I seemed to dislike her, Sandra immediately approached me, saying in a somewhat flattering tone, "Janetta, you won't be angry with me, will you? I did all of these per the Master's order. They have nothing to do with me. I worked for him. That's all."

"I know." I looked at her, "But it was you who lied to me. What? Do you expect me to greet you with a smile and thank you for your cooperation with him?"

No matter what, she indeed had provoked me several times back then.

Sandra looked innocent, "Yes, yes, it's all my fault. I'm sorry."

"Let bygones be bygones. Anyway, it's time for you to leave."

"Yes..." Sandra nodded and said, "The Master has informed me that I can leave tomorrow."

"Have a good trip."

After saying that, I took a step to the side, thinking that Sandra could let me go now.

However, Sandra didn't intend to let me go at all. When I moved, she immediately approached me again, "Janetta, don't be angry with me. I was indeed working hard back then."

"Well, I'm not angry. Can I go over now?"

I didn't know what Sandra was up to.

She suddenly reached out, took my luggage over, and said, "Janetta, let me help you with the luggage."

Feeling a little annoyed, I frowned. "What exactly are you up to? Say it."

Hearing this, Sandra stood still, feeling stunned at first. Then she said, "Actually, I want to know your story."

Hearing her words, I raised my eyes and continued, "So you want to know how I can make such an excellent man like Patrick fall in love with me, right?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant. Janetta, I think you are excellent. I'm just curious."

"Then don't be."

I didn't want to bother with Sandra at all.

Pulling my luggage, I went straight into a elevator.

Sandra wanted to catch up with me. But I had pressed a button to close the elevator door.

After going upstairs, I found that Patrick wasn't in his bedroom. So I went to the study.

Sitting at the desk and reading the documents, Patrick heard me coming in and asked "Why are you so slow?"

Walking over to his side, I said, "I was held back by Sandra."

Hearing that I mentioned Tillie'sname, he put down the documents in his hands, "It seems that she told you everything."

"Yes." I walked around the desk and sat on his lap. Circling my arms around his neck, I said coquettishly, "Alas. You are handsome and rich. And girls will always fantasize about you. She pestered me and asked about our story. I guess she wants to know how come such an excellent man as you fall for me."

Patrick's legs weren't in good condition now. The way I see it, what he needed most was my frequent praise.

Holding me in his arms and looking at me with his black eyes, he said, "What do you think?"

"Hm..." I raised my finger and traced it across his face, "I probably have somewhat spelled you..."

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In fact, I didn't know why he had fallen in love with an ordinary woman like me either.

In other words, not long ago, I didn't even believe that Patrick loved me.

He slightly raised his chin and kissed me, "It's because you saved my life. So I am yours."

Hearing his words, I couldn't help but smiled, "Keep your words."

After that, I stretched out my figers.

I wanted to make a pinky promise with Patrick as Glenn did.

Without any hesitation at all, he reached out and hooked my little finger with that of his, "I said that I would always mean my words."

The next morning, I got up first. After washing up, I went downstairs to make breakfast for Patrick.

Because of the conversation between Sandra and me yesterday, all the servants had a new understanding of my identity.

On the surface, no one dared to say anything.

When I went down, everyone greeted me respectfully, "Madam."

I nodded and wanted to explain. After a moment's hesitation, I went straight to the kitchen without saying anything.

A servant came over and said, "Janetta, let me do it." After finishing her words, she immediately changed her way of addressing me, "Madam, I'm sorry, I've got used to calling you like this."

"It doesn't matter." I shook my head, "I'll make breakfast."

As I spoke, I took out the stuff and began preparing breakfast.

By the time I pushed the cart upstairs, Patrick had finished washing up.

Seeing me, he looked somewhat gloomy, "Don't do these things in the future."

"I'm willing to."

As I spoke, I placed the breakfast on the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

Looking at the breakfast, I continued, "I would only make breakfast for the man I love."

"As my woman, you don't have to work so hard."

Patrick sat down.

"Not at all. Instead, I enjoyed it."

I filled a bowl of porridge for Patrick.

He probably didn't understand me.But for me, simplicity is happiness.

After breakfast, Jeremy came to report to Patrick.

Originally, I should leave with him. But it turned out to be Sandra.

Before leaving, she came to Patrick's study to bid him farewell. Upon entering the room and seeing me, she looked slightly surprised and stood where she was for a long time before saying, "Thank you for taking care of me these few days, Master, Janetta."

Hearing her words, Patrick pulled me to his side and said calmly, "Your work is over. Call me Mr. Cowell in the future. For the film I promised you, the crew will contact you later." Then he said, "Okay now see you."

Apparently, Sandra didn't want to leave.

But Patrick didn't want to talk to her at all.

She bit her lips and hesitated for a long time before leaving unwillingly.

After she left, Patrick put down the documents in his hands, saying to me, "Let's go."

"Where are we going?" I didn't understand.

Stretching out to pull my hand, he said in a gentle tone, "Let's move back."