Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 250

Squinting at me out of the corner of his eyes, Patrick focused on driving saying nothing further.

In the mountain, the wind was strong. And it rained heavily. However, there was only some drizzle at the foot of the mountain.

The car drove all the way to Unit. 1, City Y.

I couldn't be more familiar with this place.

Watching the car enter the residential quarter, I said quickly, "Mr. Cowell, where are we going?"

Patrick said nothing.

Feeling terrified, I grabbed the handle of the car door and said nervously, "Mr. Cowell, if you're planning to take me to your house, I'm going to jump off the car."

"Feel free to do so."

Patrick held the wheel tightly with both hands without even looking at me. It seemed that whether I was alive or not had nothing to do with him.

In fact, I dared not to jump off the car.

My foot was injured. If I jumped off the car, I

surely would be injured. And I probably would be run over by a car at worst. In that case, it would definitely affect my work.

After weighing the pros and the cons, I sat in the car obediently.

As I expected, the car stopped at Patrick's exclusive parking space downstairs of his house.

Sitting in the car, he made a phone call and said briefly, "Someone sprained her foot here. Bring things here."

As he spoke on the phone, I took my things and got off the car by myself.

The altitude of the chassis of an SUV car was high. I jumped down and hit my ankle hard again, feeling so painful.

I gritted my teeth. Seeing that the leather seat in his car was covered with water, I took out a piece of paper from my bag and wiped it for him.

Patrick hung up the phone. Seeing that I was wiping the seat, he frowned slightly, "What are you doing?"

"Mr. Cowell, I am wiping your wet seat for you."

I said naturally.

I had to ensure that my actions were different from what I had done before.

Seeing me act like this, Patrick had an impatient look on his face and suddenly became furious, "I don't need you to do this!"

I was shocked. With my hands in mid-air, I didn't know what to do for a moment.

He walked past the passenger's seat with frustration all over his face.

I was so scared that I quickly put away the paper and closed the car door.

I jumped and took two steps back.

Without being hesitant for a second, he walked over and picked me up in his arms again!!

This time, I learned my lesson. Biting my lips, I didn't say a word.

He glanced at me from the corner of his eyes as if he had seen through my trick.

After calming myself down, I said, "Mr. Cowell, can you put me down?"

"No."

He said as he strode toward the elevator.

"No."

"I can't do this again. I don't want to be connected with Patrick anymore!"

I struggled desperately in his arms, saying, "Mr. Cowell, you have a wife now, don't you?

How sad your wife will be if she sees you hug another woman like this?"

"That's my business." As Patrick spoke, he held me in his arms with more strength.

We were getting closer and closer to the elevator.

I was getting more and more scared.

Once I entered Patrick's house, as for what would happen, it would be foreseeable.

I struggled in his arms with all my might!

Finally, he failed to hold me stably. I fell to the ground in a muffled voice!

I was in pain.

With a painful look on my face, I took a chilly breath, gritted my teeth, and stood up. Then I walked with a limp and said, "Mr. Cowell, I won't go to your house."

Patrick stood where he was and looked at me as if there were dense melancholy between his eyebrows.

He looked at me for a while and said, "I just called a doctor to check your ankle. What are you afraid of?"

"We will be alone in a room. The way you see it, what am I afraid of? You are the CEO. Naturally, you won't be afraid. I am an unmarried woman. Of course, I have to be afraid."

The more I spoke, the more guilty I felt in my heart.

Hearing my words, Patrick shook his head helplessly, "I've called a doctor to my house. Don't worry. There are servants at my home. I won't do anything to you."

"No, thank you for sending me back to the city, Mr. Cowell. I'll take a taxi back to the hotel by myself."

As I spoke, I hopped with one foot, intending to leave.

He shouted behind me, "Even if you want to go out, you have to take the elevator."

"Oh, yes, how could I forget this point?"

When I turned around and hobbled to the elevator, another white car entered the underground garage.

The car was supposed to drive somewhere deeper. When the driver saw me, he suddenly turned around, came to my side, and lowered the window. Shouting at me, the driver said, "Why are you

here?"

It was Shelton.

Seeing him, I couldn't wait to hide somewhere and disappear.

He looked up and saw Patrick behind me as well. Then he frowned slightly, "How come you two are together?"

I winked at Shelton and said, "I lost my way at the construction site. Fortunately, Mr. Cowell happened to go to the construction site. So he took me back."

Speaking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little confused.

"Why did Patrick go there?"

"Did he go to the construction site?"

At this time, Patrick's voice came from behind, "Uncle Shelton, do you know each other?" Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

His voice was a little cold.

I could even imagine the expression on his face without looking back.

Shelton seemed to get my point. He got out of the car and nodded, "Well, I met Miss Nolan on a business trip to City S back then. We get along with each other."

"Is that so?"

Patrick seemed to be speaking through his teeth.

The moment he finished his words, I felt a force pulling me back. The next second, I hit against Patrick's sturdy chest.

I sprained my ankle again and felt the pain, "Hiss..." "Are you okay?" Shelton quickly got out of the car and looked at me nervously, "Did you sprain your ankle? Go to my place. And I'll help you put some medicine on your ankle."

"Alright."

"No need. I've called a doctor here."

As soon as I promised Shelton, Patrick refused on my behalf.

Shelton looked at Patrick, who was pulling me, and finally showed an indignant expression, "Patrick, I know that Janetta is similar to her. This is one of the reasons why I paid attention to her. But I hope you can understand that five years ago..."

"Shut up!" Patrick immediately interrupted Shelton's words and looked at him gloomily, "Uncle Shelton, it's time for you to leave."

"Hand over Janetta to me. I need to treat her injury."

"Janetta?" Patrick looked at Shelton and sneered, "Uncle Shelton, you'd better mind your own business. I will deal with her matter well."

"Mr. Cowell."

I turned around and broke free from Patrick's restraint. Then I stood one meter away from him.

Patrick looked at me and frowned slightly.

Seeing that he wanted to say something, I snapped, "I found it strange before. As the President of Towering High, Mr. Cowell, you can get any woman you want. However, you took care of me, an insignificant designer, well. Starting from yesterday, I have been wondering whether I am so charismatic as to make you pay special attention to me, Mr. Cowell." I paused and looked at Patrick as I continued, "Mr. Cowell, it turns out that I look like your muse."

"Muse...?"

As Patrick heard me say so, his gaze turned cold.

"Mr. Cowell, although I don't know where your muse went, I think that she surely is the best in your heart. In that case, you shouldn't let someone else replace her." I retreated to Shelton's side, looked at Patrick, and said in the end, "Otherwise, it will be unfair to every one of us."

After that, I hobbled to Shelton's car.