Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 135

He said that he would take a shower.

Patrick's words were so revealing.

I looked at him suspiciously., "Don't tell me after you're already so badly injured, you are still thinking about that kind of matter?"

"No, I don't."

Patrick confined me in his arms and said with an innocent expression, "I just asked you to help me take a bath..."

"No." I was a little angry, "Why don't you wait for Caroline to wake up and ask her to help you take a bath?"

"Caroline Archer?" When I mentioned her, I saw that Patrick's eyes dimmed. Only then did he say, "Except for marrying her, I won't do anything else."

"Then why did you ask Wilson to care about her situation?"

I couldn't hold myself back anymore. And I had to say my opinion about this matter at this moment.

As soon as I said that, Patrick frowned slightly, "What?"

"Stop pretending. I know everything. When Grandpa Cowell came today, I went to see Caroline and happened to see Wilson there."

I rolled my eyes at Patrick.

I was angry in my heart. But now that he was by my side, which seemed to make me less angry than I had been before.

As expected, I was the one who was the most incompetent.

After hearing what I said, Patrick was silent for a moment as if he were thinking about something.

Seeing me look at him, he curled up the corner of his lips, "I didn't order him to do so. But people around me surely have taken all the things that I probably will ask them to do into their consideration."

I reluctantly accept this reason.

I went home with Patrick. When I opened the door, the servants at home saw me. After that, they all went back to the servants' room skillfully.

He and I were the only ones left in the empty room.

As Patrick walked inside, he unbuttoned his shirt. As he was halfway through it, he turned to look at me and said innocently, "Baby, I can't take off my clothes."

At that time, Patrick didn't look like a bossy president at all. Instead, he looked like a teenage boy who was waiting for his mother's help!

I rolled my eyes at him and said on purpose, "Take it off by yourself."

"I can't take it off." Patrick came over. Then he held me in his arms with his right hand and swayed his left hand in front of me.

I looked around. Patrick's left hand was cast. The sleeve of the shirt was rolled above the cast. If the button of the sleeve was unbuttoned, I probably could help him take off the shirt.

Looking at his pitiful look, for no reason, I wasn't angry.

I made him sit on the bed. Then I carefully helped him unbutton the shirt button on his left hand and then took off his clothes.

Originally, I thought it was very simple. After I unbuttoned the buttons, I began to take off his clothes.

"It hurts."

While I was taking off his clothes halfway, Patrick cried out in pain.

At first, I thought he was pretending. Then I pulled the clothes again, only to find that he looked a little pale and that beads of sweat seemed to surface on his forehead.

Only then did I realize that he didn't seem to be lying to me.

"It hurts..."

Patrick raised his head and looked at me.

His face was full of innocence and sincerity.

I looked down to check on him, only to find that although the cuff button had come out, the middle part of the sleeve was stuck in the plaster. And once I pulled his clothes, the plaster would be pulled as well.

I pulled his sleeves back and said with a frown, "I can only cut this shirt."

As I spoke, I went to look for scissors.

When I held the scissors and gesticulated with them, I saw Patrick sitting straight and stretching out his left hand. His handsome face, which had been overwhelmingly cold, now had a trace of grievance and tension.

He saw me holding a pair of scissors and gesticulating with them.

Finally, he couldn't help but say, "Be careful. Or your happiness for the rest of your life will be ruined." "Mine?" I curled up my lips into a smile and said on purpose, "If your part is ruined, I'll go to someone else. You'll only be the one who gets ruined... Ah!"

Before I could finish my words, he directly pulled me into his arms with his right hand.

He turned over and pressed against me on the bed.

He moved so fast that I couldn't hold the scissors firmly. "Clatter!" After flying in the air for a few rounds, the scissors fell to the ground.

"Another man?" Patrick pressed down on me. And as the scissors fell to the ground, he was no longer tense. Then he looked at me as his black eyes were full of banter and playfulness, "After experiencing my size, other men can't satisfy you."

After that, he bent over and kissed me.

I wasn't in the mood to do this at all, "Your left hand is still injured!"

"It's okay." He kissed me on the neck and said, "It's not like I can only caress you with my hands..."

We spent an affectionate night together.

Patrick and I made love all the way from the bedroom to the bathroom and then went back to the bedroom.

It was unknown how long we had been making love.

Finally, I fell asleep in his arms.

It seemed that not long after I fell asleep, I was awakened by the ringtones one after another.

I opened my eyes slightly, only to find that the sky had just turned bright.

It should be only five or six a.m.

Patrick sleeping beside me picked up the call with some dissatisfaction. And I snuggled up in his arms.

The room was very quiet. And the voice on the phone was a little loud. So I clearly heard Gina's voice from the microphone, "Mr. Cowell, Caroline is awake. Her situation is very complicated now. Please come here!"

"Since she wakes up, find a doctor."

Patrick said flatly.

His attitude somehow made me feel at ease.

"No, Mr. Cowell, I beg you. Come here. Caroline, she... lost her memory."

I also heard Gina's words clearly.

I, who was in Patrick's arms, saw him frown slightly and said, "If it is necessary, I can introduce you to a psychologist."

"No! Mr. Cowell, please come here. After all, Caroline and you used to be predestined!" Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Gina pestered him with all sorts of means.

I wondered if it was because of me that Patrick kept refusing her. Seeing that he was persistent, I said, "Go ahead. I'll go there with you too."

Patrick gave me a sidelong glance and reluctantly said, "Okay."

In fact, I mainly wanted to see if Caroline had really lost her memory or was she going to play other tricks again.

I helped Patrick get dressed. This time, I chose a shirt with loose sleeves so that he could wear it freely.

We arrived at Holy Spirit Hospital.

We arrived at the door of a ward according to the information provided by Gina.

When I was in the elevator, I held onto Patrick's arm on purpose.

When the door of the elevator opened, Gina was indeed standing at the entrance of the elevator. When she saw Patrick, her face lit up with joy. But soon she saw me.

The joy on her face turned into shock and then to anger! She pointed at me and scolded, "Charlotte Archer, why are you here too?"

"Gina, I slept with him on the same bed. I was awakened by you and couldn't fall asleep. So I came here with him as well."

I said in an alienated way.

At this time, Gina was so angry that she gritted her teeth, "Charlotte Archer! You b*tch, if it weren't for you, my Caroline wouldn't have become like this!"

As she spoke, she rushed over to me!

Patrick pushed her with his right hand, causing Gina to stumble. She took a few steps backward. And it was because she supported herself against the wall that she didn't fall.

She looked at Patrick with some disbelief on her face, "Mr. Cowell, Caroline loves you so much. How could you be attracted by Charlotte Archer, a coquettish woman?"

"A coquettish woman?"

"Well, it is probably a unified address for me from Jeremy's family."