Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 249

I was no longer a young girl.

I had let go of Patrick in my heart.

Even so, when I looked at him, I couldn't help but be confused.

Patrick's car was quite high- end. Its sound insulation effect was good. Sitting in the quiet car, I seemed to hear the sounds of my heartbeat!

He just looked at me. Sensing his staring, I became more and more flustered. And my face turned redder and redder.

As I thought he was going to kiss me...

"Crack!" There was a loud sound.

It was the sound of buckling the seat belt.

He sat back and asked me with a smile in his black eyes, "What? Are you a little disappointed? Do you think I will kiss you?"

"Director Ji, please don't joke with me."

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Five years had passed. Even so, I could be easily teased by him.

I felt that I was so worthless.

The car was speeding all the way. My mind was in a mess. And I didn't notice where the car was going.

Only after the car stopped did I find that it was a villa area.

Looking at the familiar buildings in front of me...

I was stunned!

It was actually where the wedding house of Patrick and me was.

No, to be exact, it was Patrick's and Caroline's wedding room.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cowell, what does this mean?" Although I was uneasy in my heart, I pretended to be puzzled, saying, "Could it be that you intend to arrange for me to live in your house?"

"Do you want to live in my house?"

By the time Patrick spoke, he had taken my luggage out of the car.

He had a quite complex expression on his face.

I hurried over and took my leather suitcase over, "I'm sorry, Mr. Cowell. I will stay in a hotel."

As I said that, I pulled my suitcase and walked out.

To pretend that I was unfamiliar with this place, I deliberately headed in the opposite direction of the exit of the residential quarter.

Patrick looked at me from behind.

Nor did he call me.

I didn't look back. I just walked forward with no hesitation. Knowing that it was a wrong road, I had no intention of turning back.

Finally, the sound of Patrick's leather shoes came from behind.

He came over, grabbed the bar rod of my suitcase, and said in a low voice, "You're going in the opposite direction. It's not an exit."

"Is that so?" I turned around with a look of distrust.

I looked up and saw his expression.

There seemed to be an irrepressible disappointment on his face.

"What is he disappointed about?"

"Could it be that I took the wrong path to prove that I wasn't someone he wanted?"

However, all of this had nothing to do with me.

Patrick pulled my suitcase and walked to the side of his car. After a moment of silence, he said, "Forget it. I'll take you to a hotel."

As he said that, he put my suitcase into the trunk of his car.

After I sat in the passenger's seat, he didn't buckle the seat belt for me anymore.

He sent me to a high- level hotel near the Institute of Gardening Design in City Y.

He booked a room for me in the reception area. Then he left.

Along the way, he didn't say a word to me.

Seeing that he paid the deposit of the room for me and turned around to leave, I felt that he was extremely lonely.

I felt extremely sour in my heart, feeling impulsive to call him to a halt.

However, I suppressed the impulse in my heart.

I knew that we couldn't go back to the past anymore.

"I'd better make him think that I'm not Charlotte Archer."

The next day, I had to go to the construction site to measure the size of the site.

Patrick arranged a car for me and assigned a driver to me.

Knowing that I wanted to measure the size of the site, the staff of the construction team went there with me in my car. The

engineering process was different. After roughly checking the site, they were ready to leave.

And I got many things to do.

In order not to delay them, I let them leave in my car first.

Before I came here, I had checked the map and knew that there was a subway station two kilometers away from here. After I was done with my work, I would walk there.

However, what surprised me was...

It was supposed to be a sunny day. However, the weather began to change at 2 p.m.

The dark clouds were all over the sky. And the strong wind lifted up the dust on the construction site.

I originally wanted to go to the subway station. However, the papers with which I had recorded were blown away by the wind!

The papers were scattered everywhere.

I reached out, only to grab only one piece of paper.

I wrote down the result of my work today on these papers.

After I went back to the hotel in the evening, I had to rely on them to get my work started.

I hesitated for a moment and decided to pick up the papers.

I wore shoes with wedge heels. There were stones of various sizes on the construction site, either big or small. As I hurried to pick up the papers, I was accidentally tripped over.

My legs got scratched..

And I twisted my feet.

I frowned and managed to stand up.

I felt some pain. Even so, I knew it was useless for me to cry ever since I was a child. I had to get things done by myself.

I could only pick up the papers with a limp. After shaking them a little, I put them back into my bag and walked towards the subway station with a limp.

With my speed, it would take me half an hour at most to travel for two kilometers. However, I sprained my ankle now.

More and more dark clouds were converging in the sky.

Before I could walk farther, the rain poured down.

I finally understood what the saying that misfortunes never came alone meant.

From the very beginning, the project didn't go on smoothly. I felt a little vaguely uneasy in my heart.

I walked with a limp for more than half an hour, only to find that there wasn't any subway station in the place I had on my mind.

When I took out my cell phone to have a check, a sapphire SUV flew past me speedily.

I seemed to find the car a little familiar...

When I turned around to see the car, the car parked not far away.

The next second, I saw Patrick get out of the car, pull out a black umbrella from his car door, and open it.

Walking to my side, he handed the umbrella to me and said, "Take it."

"Hmm?" I put my cell phone in my bag and took the umbrella over...

He picked me up in his arms directly!

"Ah!" I was shocked.

Patrick gave me a sidelong glance. I realized that I had forgotten to disguise my voice again.

Without saying anything, he held me in his arms and walked to his car.

The rain pattered on the umbrella. Sounds of Patrick stepping on the water with his leather shoes rang below me.

As I was in his arms, I tightly got close to him with the sounds of the rain all around me.

He walked to the side of the passenger's seat, opened the car door, and put me on it.

He moved slowly, as if he were carrying a precious treasure in his arms.

Seeing his movements, I felt that my heart seemed to beat slower.

After putting me down, he took the umbrella in my hands and returned to the driver's seat. Squinting at me, he asked, "It's raining. Why did you walk in the direction of the mountain?"

"No. I was heading to the subway station."

I explained.

Hearing my words, Patrick frowned slightly and said, "Why didn't I find that you had a terrible sense of direction before? You walked in the opposite direction."

His words were like a bomb.

I couldn't help but be nervous as I quickly said, "Mr. Cowell, it should be the first time you saw me yesterday."