Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 223

After I finished my words, Patrick was silent over the phone.

After a long time...

I finally heard his hoarse voice. And he said, "Okay. Come to my office at 10 a.m.tomorrow."

"Your office?"

After all, his office was a place for getting business done. It turned out that in Patrick's eyes, it was an official business for him to meet me. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

I could hardly accept such a reality. Even so, what could I do?

I agreed, "Okay, I'll be there on time tomorrow."

The next morning, Lisa went to her company for training. I got up to put on makeup.

I probably spent the longest time doing makeup ever this time. I covered the scars on my face tightly and tried not to look myself so embarrassed by applying powder on my face.

After all, I would meet Patrick for the last time.

I picked a long and beige sweater from the clothes in the wardrobe and wore a pair of boots with a beige coat outside.

Standing in front of the mirror, I looked quite young and beautiful.

However, it was under the premise that I didn't take off the mask.

I specially put on the newly bought mask embroidered with a cartoon cat, which sort of perfectly covered up my shortcomings.

I went out at 9:30 a.m. And I arrived at Towering High Group on time.

I arrived at the hall of Towering High Group. Before I could read the front desk, I saw Jeremy coming towards me. Then he stopped a meter away from me and said respectfully, "Miss Archer, Mr. Cowell is waiting for you up there."

I followed Jeremy into an elevator and went upstairs.

Because of my trust in Jeremy, I asked, "Do you know when he will get engaged to Kelsi?"

Jeremy answered, "Well... I don't know about Mr. Cowell's private affairs." He paused and said apologetically, "Miss Archer, I once asked Mr. Cowell about this matter. But he reprimanded me quite sternly."

"Thank you."

I thanked Jeremy for speaking up for me.

In the blink of an eye, the elevator reached the top floor.

When the elevator door opened, the entire top floor was empty.

Jeremy took me to the entrance of Patrick's office and retreated.

I pushed the door open and went in.

Patrick's office was the same as it used to be. Patrick was sitting in front of a large desk, reading some documents in his hand.

Seeing me come in, he slightly raised his eyes with no extra expression on his face. He just said, "Don't you have something to say to me? Go ahead."

The look on his face indicated that he was quite alienated from me.

It was as if he wasn't talking to a woman he had once had a relationship with. Instead, he was talking to his subordinate.

Patrick's alienation made me a little uncomfortable. I didn't even know how to start a conversation for a while.

Patrick had been reading the documents.

He waited for a while. When he saw that I didn't speak, he put down the documents in his hand and said with a slightly impatient expression, "I am quite busy. If you don't have anything to say, leave now."

I looked at him. And I was in a trance for a moment.

"Is this Patrick?"

"This man seems to be a different person with the same face and body figure as Patrick."

"As for the Patrick whom I know, at least, he cared about me, felt sorry for me, and talked to me gently not long ago."

"Oh, I still remember that when he took the anti- exposure drugs for me, I said he was crazy."

"And he said that he would only go crazy if I were dead."

"The concern in his eyes back then was still vivid in my mind."

"How could he become like this in such a short time?"

I wanted to tell him a lot of things. But all my words were stuck in my throat. After a long time of hesitation, I asked, "When did you and Kelsi decide to get married?"

"Over half a year ago."

Patrick responded.

I was stunned, saying, "Over half a year ago?" His answer indeed amused me. I looked at him incredulously, "Now that you decided to marry her over half a year ago, why did you have to do those useless things?"

"Why did you say you wanted to chase me back? Why were you nice to me?"

"Why did you bring me back from abroad? Why did you say that you would only go crazy if I was dead?"

"Why did you arrange for me to live in the Supreme Aristocratic Family? Why did you act like you wanted to be with me forever?"

I asked him questions, one after another. It was as if I were voicing my confusions in my heart one by one!

After Patrick heard my words, his expression didn't change at all.

It was as if what I had said had nothing to do with him.

After lowering his head and thinking about it for a while, he said, "It's impossible for me to live with Kelsi before I marry her. Moreover, I am more addicted to sleeping with you."

"It turns out that I'm just a bed partner to you, right?"

"You can think so."

Patrick's words made my heart ache terribly.

But I knew I couldn't cry. In front of him, I couldn't show weakness!

I pinched my nails into my flesh. And I tried to hold myself back for a long time before walking to his table, "Patrick Cowell, tell me now that you're telling the truth and that you don't hide anything from me! If any word from you is false, you will die a terrible death!"

All in all, I unwilling to accept the reality.

"Well, I swear." Patrick looked up and looked at me calmly, "If I tell a lie, I'll be struck by lightning and die a terrible death."

"Patrick Cowell, Patrick Cowell, why are you so cruel? Is lying to me something so interesting to you?" After I heard him out, tears finally fell down uncontrollably. I looked at him and said, "What's more frightening is that you are a good actor. You deceived me with ease and fooled me around. I trusted you so much that I was willing to be sincere to you!"

In the past, I always felt that I didn't like to cry.

But at this very moment, I realized that when I got bullied in my childhood, I would only suffer physical pain. Right now, my heart ached. And I was truly in pain!!

My tears fell on the documents one by one in front of Patrick.

Patrick frowned slightly and pushed the documents to the side. Pointing at the empty space in front of him, he said, "If you don't mind, I can put on another show. After today, we're even."

"Another show?"

As I heard him say this, the look in my eyes had become tender.

"Let me indulge myself for the last time."

I had made a decision in my heart. I walked up to him. And I no longer suppressed my emotions. I threw myself into his arms as tears falling down continuously.

He patted on my back gently with his big hands.

He didn't say anything.

I cried in his arms for a long time and said to myself, "Patrick Cowell, if I could choose, I surely wouldn't love you. I would rather that I had never met you."

"Okay."

His voice was gentle.

"I have a secret that I have never told you."

"What is it?"

Instead of answering him directly, I said, "I didn't tell you the secret back then. Because I wanted to leave you. I was afraid that I revealed it to you, you wouldn't let me go. However, at this moment, I'm truly leaving you. So I have to tell you about it."

"Alright. Tell me about it."

Patrick's voice sounded quite gentle.

He acted as we had never had a grudge and that we had always got along with each other the way we used to be.