Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 190

"Pa..."

"Why?" As I was about to speak, Patrick walked over and grabbed hold of my shoulders with both hands!

He pushed me to the wall in a few moves. And his face was full of irrepressible anger. He asked, "Why did you spit the pills?"

"I...I'm not sick. The woman in the video is indeed not me!"

I nervously explained to Patrick.

"Not you? Tell me, how can you prove that the woman in the video isn't you?" Patrick, who had an angry expression on his face, was in despair now. He asked me, "You know that men all have possessiveness. But I have been trying my best to convince myself that I shouldn't even care about that thing. You only have to take anti-exposure drugs. Why is it so difficult for you?"

Patrick, who spoke in a low tone at the beginning, roared in anger in the end!

He grabbed my shoulders so hard.

I stared at him dully and opened my mouth. For a moment, I didn't know what to say.

Yes, men all had possessive desires.

But Patrick still accepted me. He surely had made a great compromise.

Patrick stared at me, "Do you know? I've been telling myself that as long as we take the drugs together, we can start over again. But what about you? What did you do?"

"I... Indeed..."

"It's enough!"

Patrick let go of my shoulder with one hand, took out the cell phone from his pocket, and dialed a number. Then he said to the one over the phone, "You guys come up."

"What are you doing?"

When he said that, I suddenly realized that I was in danger.

But it was too late. Patrick pulled me and took me to a multi- media room with no windows. He said to several servants, "Go buy one and put it here!"

"What are you doing?"

I tried my best to struggle. But Patrick ignored me.

He dragged me into the room and forced me to the corner. Then he stared at me coldly with his black eyes, "I trusted you so much. But you lied to me. Then in the remaining twelve days, I will watch you take the drugs."

"But before, I had..."

"Shut up!"

Patrick looked at me as his eyes seemed to be bleeding. I shivered all over my body and curled up in the corner of the wall as I looked at him.

He didn't say a word.

Soon, four bodyguards came up.

Patrick said a few words to them.

At noon, someone from a furniture company sent a bed over.

My nightmare began that day.

That night, it was my first time taking antiexposure drugs. Patrick came in with a glass of water in one hand and three pills in the other.

Sitting at the bedside and looking at me on the bed, he put the three pills in my palm and said, "Good girl, take them."

"No..."

"Then I'll feed you."

Patrick placed the cup aside as he spoke. Then he pinched my face with one hand and stuffed one of the three pills into my mouth with the other!

"It hurts!"

"I feel heart-wrenching pain!"

There was still a wound on my face. As he treated me so, he directly touched my wound. And my tears fell uncontrollably due to the pain!

But he didn't stop. Instead, he put the glass in front of me and said with an indifferent look in his eyes, "Drink it. Swallow them. If you dare to spit them out..."

"I'll take them!"

I was so scared. I was indeed so scared.

I didn't want to suffer that kind of pain I had felt just now again.

At this moment, Patrick was like a horrible wolf. I felt like I would be swallowed alive by him in the next second.

I took the water over and drank it obediently.

But Patrick, who wasn't at ease, said, "Open your mouth."

I did as he said.

"Show me your tongue."

I turned my tongue over and showed it to him again.

After making sure that I had swallowed the pills, Patrick nodded with satisfaction and patted my head, "All right. Take a rest and go to bed early. You have to continue taking drugs tomorrow."

I looked at his back. And for the first time, I felt that he was so horrible.

In the past, no matter how Patrick treated me, I wouldn't think that he was scary. However, this time, I felt that he was sinister from the inside to the outside.

Every time we took the anti-exposure drugs, it would be at nine o'clock.

As soon as I took the drugs, the side effects began to appear. I felt that I had severe nausea and that my head was a little dizzy. I, who wasn't in the mood to think about anything else, fell asleep in a daze on the bed.

When I was drowsy, I felt that someone was holding me.

He gently fiddled with my hair and whispered in my ear, "I'm sorry."

I felt so uncomfortable that I fell asleep so soundly. And I couldn't wake up at all.

By the time I woke up again, it had been in the morning.

Patrick arrived as he had promised. Wearing a white home suit today, he looked much gentler.

But when I saw him, I couldn't help but shrink to the corner. And he handed the pills to me.

This time, I took the pills and drink them down along with water obediently.

However, except for going to the bathroom, I wasn't allowed to leave the multi-media room for the rest of the time.

I didn't say anything either.

Even though Patrick came to talk to me, I didn't say anything but nod and shake my head.

On the third day, the side effects of the antiexposure drugs became more and more strong. I didn't have any appetite every day. Neither did I want to eat anything. I didn't want to get up or move.

I could get anything done except lying in bed.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Patrick came over with the pills. When I saw him, I couldn't help but shiver. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

He didn't do anything to me.

He just wanted me to take the drugs.

But I was so afraid of him. As long as he approached me, I could feel that danger was approaching me.

Patrick seemed to realize this point. After he fed the pills to me today, he hugged me and asked me, "Are you afraid of me?"

I nodded gently.

After hesitating for a long time, I said, "Let me go, okay?"

Patrick held me in his arms with a little force.

Since I had said it, I decided to finish my words, "Don't torture me anymore. And don't torture yourself again. Let me go. And assume that I am dead, okay?" "Please."

Patrick had been holding me all the time. And I couldn't see his expression clearly.

Patrick said nothing. After a long silence, he patted me on the back, "Go to sleep. I'll sleep with you today."

"Patrick..."

"It's enough! Go to sleep!"

Patrick interrupted me angrily!

I, who was stunned, shut up in fear.

During this period, both of us were no longer who we were.

We had been torturing mutually, torturing ourselves, and torturing each other.

I lay on the bed and felt Patrick holding me from behind. He gently kissed my hair and said, "I have asked the doctor about the injury on your face. You can basically restore your original appearance. So you can rest assured."

I didn't answer him. But I knew that Patrick had taken my affairs to his heart all the time.

Even so, I didn't want to stay with him any longer.

The next day, my life was still the same.

But in the evening, unexpectedly, Patrick asked a makeup artist to help me do makeup at home. I could hear the servants talking through the door.

It seemed that Patrick was going out today.

Ned would celebrate his birthday today.

"If Patrick isn't here, does it mean that I can escape?"

When I was thinking about this, the door of the multimedia room suddenly opened. And Patrick was standing at the door.

He wore a black suit with his hair combed back. Due to the skillful makeup of the makeup artist, no one could see the pale look on his face.

He looked at me and said, "Come out and change your clothes. I'll take you out."