Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 128

The one who modified my work marked a small circle in all the parts which he modified.

The circles were petty marks.

The circles were drawn in a slightly different method, that was for each circle, its two lines weren't sealed. Instead, they were slightly detached from each other, making each circle somewhat like two connected letters of X.

When it came to drawing circles, I only knew one that had this kind of habit...

It was Seth Hyde.

When I thought of him, I felt my heart tightened.

"Shouldn't he be in his hometown? And last time, he said he wanted to operate a company in his hometown."

"How could he be in City Y?"

"And how come he could help me modify my drawing?"

"How could this be possible?"

"However, if it weren't him, who else could it be?"

"Based on the skilled drawing style and the accurate judgment, who else could it be if it wasn't Seth?"

I couldn't be more confused.

That day, after I got off work, I went to the hospital and asked the doctor about Rosy's condition, only to know that she was still in a coma.

According to the doctor, if she continued to be in a coma, she probably would be judged as brain- dead.

I knew what it meant to be a brain-dead.

Although many miracles of the brain- dead waking up from the unconsciousness were playing in TV series, they only happened in TV series anyway. In reality, the possibility of the brain- dead waking up from the unconsciousness was almost one in a million.

Standing in front of the glass wall of Rosy's ICU ward, I was so sad.

Recalling the days when I just came back from the orphanage, I remembered that Rosy took my hand and said to me, "From now on, we are family."

However much others disliked me, she took my hand and said, "You are a granddaughter of our Archer Family."

When I looked at Rosy, my cell phone rang.

It was a call from Michael.

I picked up the call, "Hello, Lawyer Michael." "Miss Archer, I have a few questions for you." Instead of being polite to me, Michael went straight to the point and asked me a few questions.

The most important one was that when my card probably had lost.

I pondered on it over and over again, only to find that I simply couldn't recall it.

After all, I rarely use this bank card. Even if it was gone, I wouldn't notice it.

After hearing this, Michael was silent for a while before saying, "Think about it again. Recall mainly when you didn't have your bag with you after your grandmother was hospitalized."

I promised him.

After hanging up the phone, I went back to the escort room and continued to modify my design draft.

To verify the matter of "Snail Girl", I drew the dfraft for a while, planning to pretend to fall asleep.

However, because of the continuous work over recent days, I was indeed exhausted.

As soon as I leaned on the desk for a while, I did fall asleep...

In a daze, I felt as if I were standing in the darkness. At that moment, I, who was a little scared, couldn't help trembling.

I acted like how I acted in the dark space on usual days.

When I dared not to move an inch, feeling scared, I saw something moving in front of me.

To be exact, it was one person.

I looked at it closely, only to find that it was Rosy!

"Grandma!"

The moment I saw her, all my fear was almost driven away. I ran to her. But no matter how hard I ran, Rosy was always so far away from me!

"Grandma!"

I shouted as I ran.

But Rosy just stood a few steps away from me with a kind smile on her face.

It was unknown how long I had been running. As I was closer to her, something coming form nowhere suddenly stabbed Rosy's heart! Rosy's face changed. Then she disappeared in an instant...

"Grandma!"

I woke up!

I opened my eyes.

And I found that I was in a dark room.

The cool moonlight shone into the room through the window. And I could tell that I was in the escort room.

However...

When I turned my head to the small dining table where I had sat before, I saw that my computer was still on. And by the light emitting from the screen, I could see a person sitting in front of the computer.

When I looked at him, he was also looking at me...

It seemed that he didn't expect that I would wake up.

"Seth."

As expected, the "Snail Girl" was Seth.

I wasn't surprised to see him. However, I was a little excited and moved.

Seeing that I woke up, Seth didn't turn on the light. Instead, he went straight to the front of my bed, raised his hand, and combed my hair that had been messed up while I was sleeping. Then he said gently, "Go to sleep. Leave the drawing to me."

The light was dim. But I could see the pain in his eyes.

"No, it's my own business. How can I bother you?" I got up from the bed, shook my head, and drove the drowsiness away.

Then I turned on the light in the room.

And I sat in front of the computer.

By the time I looked at the drawing again, it had been quite different from it used to be.

Standing aside, Seth saw me in front of the computer disregard the drawing and clicked open the interface to work on a new drawing. Then he smiled bitterly, "You! You indeed haven't changed at all. I saved the previous version of your drawing for you."

"Thank you." Following his words, I found the previous version of my drawing.

In fact, if he hadn't saved the previous version of my drawing, I would rather figure out a new drawing or give up the design competition. Never would I take part in the contest with the drawing designed by Seth.

Because after seeing Seth's modified version and comparing it with my own version, I felt that there was indeed a lot of gap between his work and mine.

Staring at what I had drawn, I smiled bitterly, "I'd better delete it and figure out a new one."

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That night, Seth gave me a lot of guidance.

Although I didn't have time to modify the drawing, I recorded his instructions one by one.

It wasn't until he finished talking that I remembered to ask, "Why are you here?"

Seth looked at me seriously and pretended to be profound as he said, "Because I feel that you may need my help. So I am here."

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After I said that, I laughed.

Seeing my smile, Seth also laughed.

I remembered that we had sort of been a couple more than a month ago. But now we were sitting face to face, getting pretty close to each other. Even so, there seemed to be something between us that could no longer be crossed.

Later, Seth told me that a friend of his, who got sick, was hospitalized here. And when he came to see his friend, he saw me.

Originally, he wanted to steal a glance at what I was drawing. However, seeing that my drawing was so bad, he couldn't stand it and decided to help me.

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I asked him to stay with me for the night.

I slept on the bed. And he slept on the sofa.

Early the next morning, by the time I got up, Seth had already tidied himself up and bought breakfast.

When we were having dinner, I asked him, "When are you going back?"

Seth glanced at my computer and said with a look of disgust, "I planned to go back yesterday. But I saw that regarding your design, you surely needed my help with it. So I had to stay."

"No need. Didn't you say what you should have said to me yesterday? I've kept all of your words in my mind. I'll do the rest by myself."

"No, I'm not at ease."

"I indeed can handle it."

I was very grateful to Seth for what he had done for me. But I didn't want him to do anything for me again.

Because if there was no possibility between us, I shouldn't give him any hope.

After dinner, we went out of the hospital together. As I was about to enter the subway station, Seth stopped me and asked me, "What's your relationship with Patrick Cowell now?"