Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 96

Hearing my answer, Seth spread his arms and held me in his arms, saying, "Great."

I heard his laughter. He was lauhing as if he were a child.

I inexplicably felt a little relaxed. It seemed that I would have a sense of security with him by my side.

Although I knew very well that I didn't love Seth, I was at ease while being with him.

I thought that in that case, it would suffice for me.

I loved Patrick. But I was always worried that I would lose him, which I thought wouldn't be good.

Seth sent me home first. After I changed my clothes, he proposed to go out for dinner. Thinking that there were some dishes in the refrigerator, I said to him, "Let's eat at home. I'll cook some for you."

"Really?"

Seth looked at me, looking somewhat incredulous.

"Of course. Don't worry. I'm good at cooking. I won't poison you to death," I said with a smile.

"As long as the dishes are cooked by you, even if they're poison, I will taste them with pleasure." As Seth said, he followed me into the kitchen. Then he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and asked me, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

After getting busy in the kitchen for more than an hour, we made two dishes and soup.

After finishing the dishes, Seth offered to wash the dishes. I refused. But he held my hand in his hand, raised it to his mouth, and kissed it gently, saying, "The reason why I want to be with you is not that I want you to do chores for me. I just want to pamper you."

My face turned a little red instantly.

I didn't know what to say. So I shook my hand and said, "Then I will leave it to you."

After that, I stood on the side and watched Seth do the dishes skillfully.

It wasn't until 11 p.m. that he left.

Before he left, he took my passport and said that it would only take him half a month to get my visa done. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

In other words, I would stay in City Y for another half a month.

The next day, I went to quit my job.

Patrick disagreed. But I packed up my things and didn't go back to the company.

In the past few days, I had been at home. And I occasionally called Lisa.

Time passed by like this one day after another

Two weeks later, Seth told me that he got my visa done and that he had contacted a local company. After he got a job there, he could directly transfer his tourist visa into an employment visa.

At the same time, he booked the flight tickets, which would take off three days later.

I asked him if he had told his parents about his leaving. After a moment of silence, Seth said, "Let's talk about this after we get there."

I advised him on the phone, saying that he'd better talk to his parents about this.

Seth's parents were indeed good people. If they knew that their son was going abroad, they surely would worry about him.

Moreover, they, who were old, naturally didn't want to be separated from their son.

I tried to dissuade Seth over and over again. But Seth just said, "Got it."

I knew that he wouldn't talk to his parents.

That night, after Seth called me, I heard a loud knock on the door at home!

It should be Patrick Cowell.

The only thing that came to my mind was Patrick's name.

"Open the door!"

Soon, Patrick's voice came from the door. And his voice sounded very irritable and yet somewhat vague. I knew that he was drunk.

With my sense, I knew that I couldn't open the door!

"Open the door! Open the door!"

Patrick's voice was loud.

Because it was at night and that my home was spacious and empty. I could hear his voice very clearly.

Later, seeing that I didn't open the door, he pressed the video house phone on the door.

The irritating sound of the bell rang through the whole room.

In desperation, I had to pick up the video house phone at the door. The first sentence I said to him was, "Go. I won't open the door."

If I opened the door, I surely would be absentminded tonight.

Through the screen of the video house phone, I could see that Patrick was only wearing a white shirt outside the door. And several buttons of his shirt were undone. His hair was messy. And his face was red. Then I seemed to be enlightened.

It was early spring in March. If he came here in this way, he surely would be cold.

Seeing him like this, I couldn't help but feel distressed for him.

But I quickly warned myself that I shouldn't be confused by what he looked like on the surface.

After I made up my mind, I turned off the video house phone.

But soon, the bell rang again. I picked the video house phone up and pretended to be impatient as I said, "Mr. Cowell, what are you doing? If you go on like this, I will call the police!"

Patrick said, "Wait! Don't hang up! I just want to talk to you."

His voice indicated clearly that he had admitted being defeated.

I had never seen such a Patrick.

I, who originally wanted to hang up the video house phone, withdrew my hand, lowered my eyes, and said, "Go ahead."

I would leave in a few days. And never would I see him again in the future.

It should be the last time for me to hear him out.

I persuaded myself like this.

Standing at the door, Patrick stared straight at the camera of the video house phone as if he were looking at me.

He said, "Charlotte Archer, I'm crazy."

"What?"

Hearing his words all of a sudden, I was confused.

"I know that I can't like you. And I shouldn't do.

But as long as I am awake, you are always on my mind. I think I'm crazy. I know I have done something unjustifiable. But I insist on proceeding to get them done.

I know that after I acquire your company and force you to be my assistant, you surely will hate me. But I can't help it. When I am the craziest, I even feel that as long as you are with me, even if you hate me to your bone, it doesn't matter to me."

Due to the high-resolution video house call, I could clearly see Patrick's eyes.

And I could see his expression.

His expression indicated that he loved me so much and that he regretted it so much.

For a second, I put my hand on the doorknob and felt an impulse to open the door for him.

I knew that I couldn't do something like this.

Patrick hurt me so badly. If I gave Patrick a chance, what was I going to repay Seth with?

I closed my eyes and said cruelly, "You don't love me. You just love the feeling that you can't get me."

"No!" Patrick denied it immediately, "I used to think so as well. So, after I know that Seth and you are preparing to go abroad these days, I try my best to stay out of it."

His words made me gasp.

It turned out that he knew everything.

Seeing that I didn't say anything, Patrick smiled bitterly and put his hand on the wall, "You are scared, right? Do you know how hard I have been trying to hold myself back? It isn't until I knew you had booked the flight tickets that I finally realized that I did not just want to possess you..."

"Mr. Cowell, you are drunk."

I interrupted him.

I was very sure that he was drunk.

Because the clear-minded Patrick valued his dignity quite much, who surely wouldn't say such a thing.

Staring at the screen of the video house phone for a long time, he said, "Stay, Charlotte Archer. I'm not going to marry Caroline Archer. I'll send her to prison. As long as you stay, I'll agree to whatever you say."

I looked at the screen in a daze.

I didn't know if Patrick was lying. But his words made my heart ache.

Patrick was so powerful taht he could always disturb my mind so easily.

I was silent for a long time, persuading myself over and over again in my heart. Then I said to Patrick, "No, Mr. Cowell. I used to love you. But I love the arrogant and mighty Patrick rather than the Patrick who is ingratiating himself with me humbly in front of my house."

After that, I pressed the hang up button.

At the same time, I turned on the nodisturbing mode.