Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 119

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cowell. I'm not interested in this."

I answered honestly.

Then I looked down at Patrick's hand that was grabbing my wrist and looked up at him, "Mr. Cowell, your fiancee just lost her child. She's crying inside. And you're holding me here and asking me to participate in a design competition..."

"Isn't it somewhat inappropriate?"

However, hearing my words, Patrick didn't change his behavior.

Patrick looked at me and frowned deeply. Then he continued to talk about the design competition, "I will invite the best international designers in the interior design field to be the judges in this competition. If you win the prize, it will be very valuable for you."

I looked at Patrick in confusion.

I couldn't figure out what on earth he was going to do.

Seeing that I didn't say anything, Patrick

continued, "If you want to be on your own in the future, the competition will be a very good opportunity for you to train yourself. And it will also be a shortcut for you to establish your own sect."

Hearing Patrick's words, I was even more confused about what he wanted to convey to me.

But it was undeniable that his words touched me.

Before I could make a statement, Patrick added, "Lannis Harris will be one of the judges."

Originally, I was just tempted.

But when I heard this name, I looked at him in disbelief, "Who?" Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

"Lannis Harris."

Patrick repeated the name again.

Lannis Harris could be said to be the most legendary one among the contemporary designers in the world.

He was known as a genius as well as a madman.

He was not only an interior designer but also an architectural designer.

In terms of his works, others could see his creative and innovative thoughts in them. Moreover, he had unique characteristics in his works. And the buildings designed by him were completed in an easy way from inside out.

In short, it was a dream for a lot of designers to see Lannis Harris in person and hear him make comments on their works.

It was a pity that Lannis Harris was a strange person and never showed up in public.

He wouldn't even show up at the President's request.

Lannis Harris surely wouldn't show up in such a small-scaled match.

I stared at Patrick, trying to find the answer in his eyes. But his black eyes were as calm as still water.

I couldn't find the answer I wanted at all.

I tried to pull out my hand that was grabbed by Patrick.

I failed.

So I could only raise my head and say to him, "Thank you for reminding me, Mr. Cowell. I will think about it carefully. You'd better go and see your fiancee quickly."

Patrick looked down at me.

After a long while, he said, "I have my reasons for everything. Give me some time to deal with it. I...' "Mr. Cowell." I had already guessed what he would say later. So I had to interrupt him. "You left that day, indicating that you made a choice. In the future, the relationship between me and you will be at most the same as that between a superior and a subordinate. If you can't bear to see that I have someone to accompany me, then I will be single for the rest of my life."

I had been tricked and fooled by him so many times.

I didn't want to be entangled with him anymore.

I knew that if I kept being entangled with him, I wouldn't stop myself from getting lost further.

Patrick was silent for a long time. And I could feel that he was grabbing my wrist somewhat loosely.

I raised my hand, shook off his hand, and left without looking back.

Rosy's ward was ahead.

When I went in, I couldn't hide my depressing mood at all.

"Did they scold you again?" Seeing me like this, Rosy thought Gina and others had scolded me.

"They all think it's me who did it."

I didn't admit it or deny it.

I indeed hated myself for being manipulated by Patrick's words and actions.

However, I couldn't control it.

Rosy waved her hands and let me sit next to her. Then she held my hand and said, "Charlotte, don't blame me. After I am sick this time, I can feel that I don't have much time left..."

"Grandma, don't talk nonsense!" Rosy's words made me nervous. And I said hurriedly, "Everyone will get sick. You have a strong body. And you surely can live a long life!"

In fact, this time, I didn't know why Rosy was sick.

I guessed that it was related to the disappearance of Caroline.

Rosy lay on the bed and looked at me with a kind smile at the corner of her mouth. But the look on her face was a little dull.

She let out a long sigh and shook her head gently, "I've always thought that the Archer Family owed you. I've thought about your matter. You and Caroline are a pair of twins. How could the staff in the hospital make a mistake and only let us take Caroline back? But now it's useless to think about it. If I leave, Jeremy, Gina, and Caroline will be the only family members you have..."

"Grandma, don't say anything unlucky."

I knew what Rosy was going to say.

When one grew old, one would feel that family affection was very important.

But she didn't know that Jeremy, Gina, and Caroline were a family and that even if I worked harder, trying to be one of them, I would be just a stranger to them.

"Charlotte, you are a sensible and well-behaved child. Caroline has been spoiled ever since she was a child. Jeremy and Gina haven't accepted you yet. As time passes by, when they get old in the future, they will know that you are more sensible than Caroline."

Rosy took my hand.

And she spoke slowly.

She spoke a lot of words, all of which was about an old woman's expectation for her family.

But as I listened to her words, I couldn't help but ask, "Grandma, is it because of Caroline that you were hospitalized this time?"

As soon as I finished my words, Rosy looked at me with a trace of surprise in her eyes.

It seemed that she was surprised that I didn't know about it.

But she covered it up soon and looked at the drip-feeding in the hanging bottle with her slightly blurred eyes, "I am old. And my organs are old. Then I surely will be sick."

After that, she didn't say anything more.

Later, whatever I said, Rosy didn't speak anything further.

It was Friday today. I told Rosy that I would come here on both days of the weekend. And Rosy disagreed with me at the beginning.

I knew that she was afraid that Tracy and Jeremy would start a conflict with me if they were here as well.

But I insisted. And she could only agree.

Before I left in the evening, I went to the office of the doctor on duty and inquired about Rosy's condition.

The doctor looked at me. At first, he was a little surprised. Then he said, "You and the patient in bed No. 3 are twins, aren't you?"

"Yes." I nodded.

After the doctor confirmed that I was Rosy's family member, he told me about Rosy's condition.

Rosy had been worrying about Archer's Group over these years, wearing herself out. And her body and heart hadn't been in a good condition all the time.

Her hospitalization this time was indeed caused by Caroline's incident. However, it was more like a qualitative change out of the quantitative change.

Caroline's incident might be the last straw to crush her.

The doctor also told me that Rosy was going to do heart bypass surgery next week.

Before that, Rosy couldn't be irritated.

I realized that although I wasn't affected by Caroline's matter, this matter surely had a much greater impact on Rosy, who valued family affection so much. And the emotions she had shown didn't tell it all.

On both days of the weekend, I had been staying in Holy Spirit Hospital. It was inevitable that I would meet Tracy and Jeremy. And all of them were cold to me. But in order not to irritate Rosy, they didn't hit me.

On Sunday afternoon, I packed up my things, intending to leave. Then I heard a nurse outside shouting in the corridor, "The patient in bed No. 3 is jumping off the building!"