Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 194

"Should I go back?"

I was a little hesitant. For no reason, I was unexpectedly a little addicted to this kind of plain and beautiful life I was having now.

A few days ago, I even went to inquire about the work in the town.

Although an ordinary waiter's income here was only 3,000 in local currencies, because of the cheap goods price, I could have a very good life here.

At that moment, I even wanted to stay here.

It would be nice to stay here for the rest of my life.

When I and Shelton walked back, a car was speeding toward us with roaring sounds of the engine.

As the car was about to hit us, the driver began to brake!

The harsh braking sound echoed on the street of the quiet town.

I looked at the car. And my heart tightened.

The next second, a man in a black trench coat got out of the car.

It was Patrick Cowell.

It wasn't until I saw him for the second time that I recognized him.

Patrick in front of me had completely changed. He was very thin. And the black trench coat on his body seemed to be a little loose. When he saw Shelton and I, his eyes were full of sarcasm. And he

said, "Uncle, you brought my baby here to play house with you. I exerted great efforts at finding you."

I looked at Patrick. His black eyes were horribly cold. And his whole body was full of anger.

Fear permeated through me!

Shelton protected me behind him, "Patrick, I am planning to talk to you about this after I go home tomorrow. Since you're here, then we'll..."

"Shut up! Who the hell wants to talk to you? What right do you have to talk to me?"

Patrick rudely interrupted Shelton, stepped forward, and carried me on his shoulders!

"Ah!" I was startled, "Patrick Cowell, put me down!"

"You are dreaming." Patrick shuffled me into the car, looked back at Shelton, and said word by word, "Uncle, for the matter between the

two of us, I will settle it with you slowly after I am home."

After that, he closed the car door.

The driver started the car.

"Where do you live?"

"What?"

I was stunned.

"Where do you live? Tell me!" Patrick looked at me. And his eyes were like those of a bloodthirsty beast.

"I..." I didn't know what he was going to do. So I dared not to tell him my address.

Patrick's current mood even made me feel that after he got to the place where I lived, he would burn the house in a second.

Patrick paused and sneered, "No, I should ask where the two of you live, shouldn't I?"

"No." I knew that Patrick misunderstood me, saying, "I live separately with Mr. Shelton."

"Mr. Shelton? I've told you long ago that he's my uncle. How can you call him like that? Call him the same way as I do. You should call him uncle! Do you understand?"

When Patrick spoke, he was holding onto my wrist tightly with his hands.

Only two weeks had passed after we had seen each other last time. However, Patrick seemed to have changed into another person. He was irritable and bloodthirsty.

When I was in prison, what I feared most was this kind of person.

There were too many people like this in the prison. They threatened me and forced me. But I didn't know how to resist!

"Tell me, where do you live?" Patrick looked at me, "If you don't tell me, I'll burn the houses one by one until the fire reaches your house."

"Are you crazy?"

"Yeah, I'm crazy. I was driven crazy by you!" Patrick looked at me with a scary look in his eyes.

I was frightened. And I lost.

I told Patrick where I lived.

Patrick pulled me out of the car and pushed the door open as he directly walked in.

Because of the good public security in this town, I didn't lock the door at all.

After entering my house, Patrick looked around and seemed to find that there was indeed only me living here. His look seemed to have eased a lot. And his voice was slightly weaker as he said, "Where is your passport and identity card? Take me to get them."

"Huh?"

"Bring them with you! Leave with me!"

Patrick said in irritation.

I dared not to annoy him. So I told him that my passport and identity card were in a drawer on the second floor, Patrick dragged me upstairs, took the things, and dragged me down again.

Throughout the whole process, he was like a furious child. And I was a rag doll that had no self- control in the child's hands.

Taking the things, Patrick took me into the car.

The car sped all the way and soon drove out of the town.

After driving for about two hours, the car drove to a big city. I knew here. It was where we had gotten off the plane before. In other words, were we going back?

No, I didn't want to go back with Patrick!

It seemed that I could feel that if I went back, I would be locked up by Patrick and that I would never be able to see the light of the day!

"Patrick, listen to me. Sh... Your uncle and I didn't do anything. We just lived in each other's next door. We just..."

"You just buy vegetables together every day, eat together, and watch the sunrise as well as the sunset together, right?"

Patrick interrupted my words and asked me.

I stared at him in a daze and thought about it for a moment...

Then I nodded.

Patrick looked at me as if he had gone crazy. He pressed me on the back of the car chair. And his face was very close to me as he said, "If I tell you that it's exactly because of this that I'm so overwhelmingly jealous, will you believe me?"

I was stunned.

Patrick held me in his arms and wanted to take off my mask.

Although I was used to facing Shelton, I still didn't have the courage to face Patrick.

I tried my best to protect my mask. Patrick looked at me and sneered, "Why? You've dared to face him like this. Why don't you dare to face me now? Are you that unwilling to trust me?"

Yes. I was fine with it if Shelton saw my face.

But I couldn't let Patrick see my face!

I didn't want him to see my face. I didn't want him to dislike me!

"Take it away."

"No."

I shook my head desperately. No. That was the only thing I couldn't do!

"Three."

He began to countdown. And I knew what it meant.

I begged him, "No, can't you just give up seeing my face?"

"Two."

"Please."

"One!"

As he finished his words, he took off my mask directly and violently.

In a second, my ugly face was exposed in front of him...

At this moment, I was in more pain than I was when my clothes were torn off!

When he saw my face, he seemed to be stunned. But he calmed down soon and said faintly, "It doesn't matter. You will be fine in the end." Then he added, "Even if you won't recover, it doesn't matter. After all, nobody dares to dislike Patrick's woman." "But I dislike myself! I do mind! I don't want to be by your side like this!"

I looked at Patrick and finally understood what I cared about.

"Who is Patrick? He is God's favored son. How could he have an ugly woman like me by his side?" Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

"No. Absolutely not!"

Patrick's mood seemed to have suddenly improved when he saw me like this. He hugged me and said, "I've told you everything. I don't mind. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I don't mind. Do you understand? If you want to become beautiful, you can go for plastic surgery. It doesn't matter what you will look like. As long as it is you, I am fine with it."

Patrick's words were like a needle of cure.

It made me feel warm-hearted for no reason.

All my fear just now was dissipated by a few simple words from Patrick.