Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 82

I threw away the things in my hand and went to the door of the orphanage. Then I took out my cell phone which had just been fixed. After hesitating for a while, I dialed Patrick's number.

After the phone was connected, I said briefly, "I'll withdraw my complaint."

The one over the phone was silent at first. After a while, I heard Patrick's voice. And he said, "Okay."

"However, I have two conditions."

"Say it."

"First of all, you can't do anything to the orphanage and Glorious Seth Design."

"Okay."

"Secondly, divorce me."

I had already figured it out. However much I loved Patrick, Patrick would only have Caroline on his mind.

In that case, I shouldn't hold onto those unrealistic illusions anymore.

Patrick had never fallen in love with me. From the beginning to the end, he was always in love with Caroline Archer.

After I saw through the reality, I was no longer in a dilemna.

Originally, I thought Patrick would agree with my request without hesitation. But the one over the phone was silent instead.

After a long time, Patrick said, "I won't agree with the second one."

I was a little surprised. Then I calmed down and said, "There are two conditions. Both of them are indispensable. At present, Mr. Cowell, you'd better consider whether to save your lover or to continue to revenge and torture me."

"At this moment, do you still think that I'm torturing you?"

Over the phone, Patrick's voice was a little hoarse.

I was absent-minded for a moment.

"Yes. If this matter hadn't happened, never had he tortured me at all."

"He is doting on me from the bottom of his heart."

But at this time, I was no longer confused. Then I lowered my eyes and responded, "You don't love me. But you treat me well and then threaten me when the one you love is in trouble. You made me fall into the dream you built up and then tear it up personally. What you did is torturing me."

When I spoke, my heart hurt.

I'd rather not wake up from this dream.

But the reality was so harsh.

As I thought he was going to say something, the phone was hung up.

Before I left, the old dean came over and said that there was a change in the schedule and they probably didn't need to move, asking us to wait for a while.

The cheerful laughter of the child rang out behind me. I turned my head and looked at them, who were happy. Then all of a sudden, I was somewhat absent-minded.

By the time I arrived home that night, Patrick had been waiting for me at home.

Staring at him, I said unhappily, "Mr. Cowell, it is probably inappropriate for you to casually enter my house."

Patrick got up and hugged me as he said in a gentle voice, "Don't divorce me. I don't want to divorce you."

His tone was so soft.

His arm that was holding me was so strong. But it seemed that he was afraid of hurting me. So he dared not exert too much strength.

My heart tightened. And I struggled.

Patrick held me tightly with his hands. I, who couldn't get rid of him, could only stand straight and said, "Mr. Cowell, don't put yourself in a difficult situation. Don't you think it's against your will to speak in such a tone with someone you don't like in your arms?"

"Charlotte..."

"Mr. Cowell, please call me Charlotte Archer. You are calling me so kindly. I will be overwhelmed by you."

I sapoke coldly so that I wouldn't look so miserable in front of him.

Patrick lowered his head and looked at me, "Charlotte, I am talking to you seriously. As long as you let her go this time, from now on, you'll be the only one in my world. This is the last time I will have

such a request for you."

"Your offer is so tempting."

I opened my mouth, intending to say yes to him. But I was so sobered now.

I curled up the corner of my lips and sneered, "Mr. Cowell, I think your dedication is so touching. Unfortunately, I have already woken up. It is you who slapped me and woke me up. My heart is in pain now. However tempting your offer is now, I simply won't fall for it anymore."

"Charlotte." "Mr. Cowell, you have long known that Caroline will take revenge on me. You know that she will make mistakes over and over again. You are afraid that you won't be able to help her if she makes overwhelmingly serious mistakes. So you can stay with me and treat me well. You have been looking forward to a moment like this today, right? You are taking advantage of my feelings for you and convincing me to give up playing against Caroline."

My expression was calm, indicating that I had figured out everything.

"Charlotte Archer, why are you so stubborn?"

Patrick looked at me. And his face was as cold and handsome as usual.

No wonder that I had been in love with him for dozens of years.

When I married him happily back then, I thought that there would be a happy ending for me. But I didn't expect that I would be badly injured instead.

"Yes, I'm stubborn. If you don't divorce me, I won't withdraw my complaint. You can tear down the orphanage at your free will. And I won't care about it. Or, Mr. Cowell, you can find someone to assassinate me. You are so rich and good at acting that you surely can cover up the truth perfectly."

After I said that, Patrick was silent for a long, long time.

I saw the struggle on his face. Moreover, I could tell that he had been hurt.

I urged, "Mr. Cowell, please stop acting, okay? Could it be that you will suffer and be in pain after you can't torture me anymore?"

My words probably irritated him at last.

Patrick's face turned cold all of a sudden. Then he said, "Okay, we will get a divorce. Let's see each other at 9 a.m. the day after tomorrow."

It would be Monday the day after tomorrow.

As soon as Patrick left, all the lines of defense in my heart finally collapsed. I didn't want to cry. So I could only endure the pain in silence by myself.

As I, who had been badly hurt by Patrick, put up with the pain by myself, I felt that my heart was in such great pain.

I was in pain.

I was in great pain.

In the blink of an eye, it was Monday

I didn't even know how I had gotten over the weekend.

However, on Monday morning, I covered the dark circles under my eyes with concealer and applied blush on my face to make me look better.

I tidied up my hair neatly and chose a set of clothes that I was satisfied with the most.

Then I went to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

In my opinion, it should be the last time I would met Patrick.

By the time I arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau, Patrick had been standing at the door.

The look on his face was quite bad. And there were great dark circles under his eyes and some green stubble on his chin. He looked somewhat unkempt.

It seemed that it was the first time I had seen Patrick like this.

Usually, he was always perfect, mighty, and arrogant.

I walked over to him. And Patrick spoke first, "Do we have to divorce? Do you want to think about it again?"

His tone was a little pleading. And I thought that I had heard something wrong.

"Let's get a divorce. Mr. Cowell, don't get yourself immersed in your hatred. You'd better embrace a new life as soon as possible."

I was pretending to be free and easy.

Patrick looked at me and frowned slightly, "Charlotte Archer, don't tell me you aren't even attached to me at all?"

"Why should I be attached to you?" I raised my head, met his black eyes, and said in a distant voice, "Mr. Cowell, should I be attached to you, who is a fence sitter? Or should I miss how you have been taking advantage of me?"

"Taking advantage of you? When did I do that?"

"Mr. Cowell, when you said this, don't you think you are pretentious? Why would we get divorced? Isn't it because you wanted to take advantage of my feelings for you and made me withdraw my complaint against Caroline?"

"Charlotte Archer..."

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There was even pain in his eyes.

It seemed that he sincerely couldn't bear to part with me.

"Mr. Cowell, let's go."

"Stop acting."

"Otherwise, I'll take it seriously again."

I walked in the front. For a long time, I didn't hear the sound of Patrick's moving with his leather shoes.

I looked back and saw that Patrick was still standing at the door and that his expression didn't change, which was the same as it had been just now.

At that time, I was hesitant.

But I recalled everything that had happened previously over and over again so that I could be sobered.

Patrick looked at me and finally lifted his feet to walk towards me.

Both of us arrived at a counter where we would get a divorce. When the staff asked about how we were going to divide our property, I heard Patrick say, "She will get nothing."