Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 331

I followed Patrick to a house of Roger in the downtown.

After entering, I found that the place was clean, and there was no special furniture, other than a large round water bed.

Its function was self-evident.

As soon as Patrick came in, he looked disgustedly at the bed. "After the doctor comes to see her feet, we'll leave."

"Alas, don't judge me." Roger looked innocent. "It's been so many years since I last used that. I've already turned over a new leaf. You know that."

Patrick placed me on the sofa and sat down.

Soon, a doctor came over to check my feet.

He told me about my injury, and what I needed to take care of. In a nutshell, all I needed to do was to change the bandage every day, and avoid water.

At the same time, he also checked the wound on my scalp and gave me some suggestions.

After the doctor left, Roger said, "I'll buy you something to eat. Do you still need vegetables and eggs? You can stay here as long as you want. I promise that no woman has been in this house for five or six years! And I let servants clean it regularly." NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

"So you can take women here at any time?"

Patrick looked at Roger coldly and teased.

"No, no, no!" Roger denied it immediately. He smiled less confidently and said, "Well, I'll go out to buy food. You guys stay here and have a good time."

As soon as he finished speaking, he went out quickly.

When Roger left, the entire room became quiet.

Patrick pulled up the curtains for me.

The original purpose of Roger's renovation of the room was dodgy, so the curtain could stop light efficiently.

As soon as it was pulled up, the whole room immediately became as dark as night.

I took off my sunglasses. Now my eyes were much better. I watched Patrick sit back next to me and said apologetically, "Will I delay your thing..."

"No." It was as though Patrick had known my thoughts. He gently hugged me. "No matter what, I'm the only person who can contact this team in Country R. I control the deal. Right now, the greatest opportunity for Towering High to rise again is to advance this Al project. Thus, this is my bargaining chip. I won't lose to him."

Hearing Patrick's words, I felt at ease.

Soon, Roger bought the foods back and put them in the kitchen before leaving.

But soon he returned. He took out a big box at the top of the wardrobe and threw it on the ground.

"What's this?" Patrick and I stood by his side, feeling confused.

Roger smiled naughtily and opened the box.

There were pieces of wrapped new clothes in it.

There were cards on these clothes.

The cards showed the style of the clothes.

My eyes still blurred, so I couldn't see these clothes clearly.

Roger put the suitcase aside and said with a mysterious smile, "These clothes are all new and haven't been worn even once. You can wear them as you like."

When I heard this, I immediately realized what these clothes were!

My face instantly turned red.

Roger didn't wait for us to express our opinions, he just disappeared in a flash.

I could even feel the heat on my face.

In order to prevent Patrick from asking me to try on these clothes now, I quickly limped out of the bedroom. I said to myself, and also told him, "I will sort out the foods. They will be rotten if we leave them outside for too long."

Patrick stood behind me for a few seconds before he said, "I'll help you."

When we finished the sorting, it was already evening.

I made a simple supper.

After the meal, I took out all the daily necessities I brought from the villa.

I found a few novels brought by Patrick.

One of them was the novel I had read in the villa.

Maybe because I lost too much blood in the morning, now I was a little tired. So I lay down on the bed to rest.

I didn't know how long I had slept.

At midnight, I got up in a daze and went to the bathroom, only to find that there were still dim lights in the living room.

I walked over and realized that Patrick was using his computer. His fingers were clicking rapidly on the keyboard.

"Aren't you going to sleep yet?"

I walked to his side and looked at his computer screen intentionally.

He seemed to be sending emails.

It was in French.

When he saw me, he reached out and pulled my hand. "I'll go to sleep after sending this email."

I looked at the clock on the wall. It was already two o'clock at midnight. Because I wanted Patrick to rest, I simply sat next to him and said, "Then I'll wait for you."

When I finished, I felt that, as the boss of Towering High, Patrick must have a lot of things to do.

I was being too wilful.

I thought for a moment and stood up again. "Forget it, you can just do your work. I'll go to sleep first. Don't be too late."

Just as I was about to leave, Patrick suddenly got up and held my waist. He directly let me sit on his lap. He kissed me on the neck. "I hide no secrets from you. You can look at my works as you like." He said, kissing me on the neck with his thin lips, "And, a beauty like you improve my efficiency."

As he spoke, his two arms circled around me. His hands landed on the keyboard to edit the email.

I took a rough look. He was writing the email to that team in Country R. It was filled with all kinds of complex professional words, and I couldn't understand them at all.

About twenty minutes later, the man finished the writing.

His mouse moved to the send button.

The next second, the computer screen showed the words "successfully sent".

After sending the email, he turned off the computer, and then pushed the removable computer desk away. He held me and went straight to the bedroom.

"I can go by myself." I was a little embarrassed.

"You are injured, and I care for you."

I didn't know when Patrick started to say such nauseating words so naturally.

He was really good at it.

I let him carry me to the bedroom.

Lying on the bed with him in his arms, I could feel his desire. I turned my head and said, "It's midnight. No way."

"How do you know what I'm thinking?" His kiss landed on my hair.

"Sleep!" I turned around, with my back confronting him.

He put his arms around my waist, with his chin slightly rubbing my shoulder. Then, his low sexy voice came into my ears. "Well, I will be more energetic tomorrow morning."

I didn't speak and pretended to fall asleep.

The next morning, I got up. After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I was about to go out of the bedroom to make breakfast. But Patrick suddenly stopped me.

The man closed the bedroom door, took out a piece of clothes, and raised it to me. "Baby, can you wear this for me?"

I narrowed my eyes and looked at the clothes in his hands carefully.

Well, it was barely a piece of clothes. In fact, it was just a layer of gauze.