Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 68

At this moment, I came to my senses.

All the delusions dissolved because of this small pill.

I lowered my eyes and suppressed the bitterness in my heart. Pretending to be nonchalant, I picked up the pill as well as the glass of water.

I wanted to drink the water down quickly. But my hands holding the cup were shaking nonstop.

I had no choice but to put the pill into my mouth. Then I held the cup with both hands and drank it down.

To my relief, Patrick didn't turn on the light during the whole process.

In that case, he surely wouldn't see my helplessness and sadness.

After taking the pill and calming myself down, I pretended to say in an indifferent and alienated voice, "I've taken the pill. Don't worry, Mr. Cowell. I won't be pregnant with your child. Can you leave now?"

However, Patrick did not leave.

He was standing beside me.

I thought he was afraid that I would be fooling him without taking the pill.

To prove that I had taken the pill, I looked up and drank up all the water in the cup. Then I put the cup in front of him and looked up at him, "Mr. Cowell, I swear. I did drink the pill down."

However, Patrick looked at me and took the cup.

It was too dark. I couldn't see his eyes clearly. But I heard him say in the end, "Sorry. It's not the time for you to be pregnant now."

After that, he turned around and took the cup back to the kitchen.

Aftera while, it seemed that Patrick didn't have any intention of leaving.

I went to ask him, "When are you going to leave, Mr. Cowell?"

"I'm not leaving," Patrick answered decisively. "We're a couple. Isn't it reasonable for us to live together?"

"Mr. Cowell, this is my house. Could it be that you want to marry in my house and live with me? Or is there a crisis in Towering High Group, making you can't even afford a house?"

I tried my best to make my tone sound as cold and distant as possible.

Because only in this way could I make myself stay away from him as far away as I could.

Only in this way could I keep him at a distance.

Patrick was sitting on the sofa in the living room at this time. Originally, he was dealing with emails on his laptop. Hearing my words, he sat up straight, looked at me, and asked, "What kind of house do you like? I'll buy one for you. Or... if you don't like a ready house, I'll buy a piece of land so that you can build a house you like there."

When I heard this, I wanted to burst out laughing.

"Mr. Cowell, you tell everyone this, don't you?"

Although it had been a long time since I heard someone say words like these last time, I remembered it very clearly.

I remember that when Rosy asked if Caroline and Patrick were living together, Gina said that Patrick intended to buy land for Caroline so that she could build a house there.

"You are my wife."

Patrick didn't answer me explicitly. But his words were sort of an answer to me.

I looked at Patrick, who was sitting on the sofa. For a moment, I felt that this man was so good at lying. And he was good at winning advantages from both sides. For someone like me, I surely couldn't beat him.

To force him to compromise, I took a few steps, stood in front of him, and lowered my head. After that, I said, "Didn't you want to have a good life with me, Mr. Cowell? You want me to be your Mrs. Cowell obediently and put myself at your disposal, right?"

"Well, no..."

"Alright. If you agree to my condition, I will be your Mrs. Cowell obediently. As long as you need me to do so, I will always be your Mrs. Cowel for the rest of my life. Moreover, I will be obedient to you in my life."

I didn't let him finish his words.

But after I said that, Patrick raised his head and looked at me. Then he got up and said, "Go ahead."

"I want you to present the evidence in your hand and tell the public that I am innocent when it comes to the previous two matters and that the culprit is Caroline Archer. She did all the things, including the death of Ronald!"

Although I was not sure, I believed that Patrick wouldn't be a fool at the mercy of others.

He should have evidence proving Caroline's crime in his hand.

He should also have evidence related to the texts in Caroline's cell phone, which weren't sent from me, and the calls that I didn't make at all.

It wasn't until later on that Seth told me that he suspected that my cell phone had been copied.

Hearing my words, Patrick, who got a peaceful look on his face a second ago, had a gloomy look on his face instantly. Then he said briefly, "Impossible."

His words sounded cruel.

His words sounded resolute.

"Look! You love Caroline so deeply that you don't even stick to your principles. But you are entangling with me here. How come you aren't torturing me?"

I raised my head and stared into Patrick's black eyes, "As a woman, I just want a husband who loves me. But if my husband is you, my dream will never come true."

"Charlotte Archer..."

"Mr. Cowell, let me remind you for the last time. Caroline Archer is the culprit who killed Ronald Weil. Ronald is just a worker. And you can make up to Ronald's wife easily with money she can't earn in her lifetime. Even so, you can never change the fact that the three children have lost their father."

After that, I went to the guest bedroom.

I went to bed there.

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Patrick Cowell disappointed me so much.

After that day, although Patrick occasionally came to my house, I treated him as if he were a stranger. And so did him.

We didn't even speak with each other.

After I sent my resume to different design companies online, basically, there was no update at all. And I didn't even give a few replies.

A few people occasionally called me. And the first sentence they said was to confirm if I was the Charlotte Archer who had framed her sister back then.

Even Ned and Rosy had been ignorant of such a petty matter back then.

I wondered how all the design companies of different sizes would know about it.

I knew that someone must be playing tricks in the dark.

After two weeks, I got hopeless while looking for a job. Finally, I turned my target to be a part-time worker in fast-food restaurants as well as the cafes.

I visited a few cafes.

In the end, I finally found a part-time job in a cafe shop in downtown CBD which would pay me 20 dollars hourly. And there would be an extra five dollars' delivery fee for delivering each takeout.

Although the pay wasn't high, I didn't want to be a useless and unemployed person.

If I went on like this, I would look down upon myself.

I scheduled the time with the manager of the cafe shop and made a deal to come to work here next Monday. As soon as I just arrived at the hall, I heard a voice, "A cup of Mocha. Hurry up."

I could tell that it was Angie's voice.

Turning around, I saw Angie standing in front of the counter and her face didn't look good. She looked a little haggard.

Seeing her, I couldn't help but think of Seth. So I stepped forward and took the initiative to say hello to her.

When she saw me, she rolled her eyes and said, "Charlotte Archer, why will I see you who will bring bad luck to others wherever I go?"

Judging from her brief words, I figured out something must be wrong with Glorious Seth Design.

Disregarding her diss, I asked her in a good manner about what had happened.

Angie didn't want to tell me the details first.

I got turned down by her directly. After waiting for a long time for the coffee, which wasn't ready, she finally told me the truth.

Only then did I know that instead of encountering some issues, Glorious Seth Design was basically on the verge of closing down.

Ronald's incident started everything.

The house where Ronald had died was a private residence. It was unknown how the client got the news that Ronald had died in that house. He was so angry that he came to ask for compensation from Seth.

According to the client, someone had died in this house. So he couldn't live there. And Seth had to buy his house according to the market price. Otherwise, he would file a lawsuit against Glorious Seth Design and see Seth in court.