Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 369

Patrick reopened the cardoor.

I got in the car with him.

In the whole rear side of the car, there lay a long sofa with a corner. I looked around and chose to sit at the end.

Patrick sat next to me.

Sitting about half a meter from me, he looked at me and said seriously, "If it is me who cheated on the maid, will you mind?"

"Yes."

I blurted out such an answer in my mind.

The reason why I didn't oppose Shelton doing so was that I neither cared about him nor liked him. Feeling a little unhappy in my heart, I didn't feel jealous at all.

"You will, right?" Patrick answered on my behalf.

I looked down, hesitated for a moment, and nodded. Even so, I said to Patrick, "Because I will mind your cheating, so I think I am in the best state now."

"What do you mean?"

"The current me is sensible, decent, and generous.

I can relate to why Shelton is doing so well. I am a perfect Mrs. Shelton."

I said calmly.

Patrick seemed to understand what I meant, saying, "You are a perfect Mrs. Shelton. But you don't have a perfect marriage. If you don't have a man who loves you, what's the point of getting married?"

"Many people get married without loving each other now, aren't they?" I looked at Patrick, "When I was with you, I got jealous, suspicious, and worried because of your late return. And I suffered because of the close relationship between you and Kelsi. But now, I have nothing."

Regarding what Shelton did, I wasn't moved in the slightest in my heart.

The only thing on my mind was how to protect Glenn.

As long as Glenn was fine, other things wouldn't matter to me.

Patrick suddenly came close to me and pressed down on me. I unconsciously leaned back, only to find that nothing was behind me.

The closer Patrick's good-looking face was to me, the faster my heart skipped.

He suddenly reached out and held my waist in his arms. With his good- looking face a few centimeters away from me, he said word by word, "So, don't you long for being with me? Every night you are at home, I will fill you up and satisfy you with the most primitive desires. Don't you long for it?"

His words made my face slightly blush. I shook my head and said, "No, I don't want to."

In fact, I did!

I wasn't someone of loose morals. However, when Patrick approached me with his face right in front of me and touched my body, every cell in my body began to yell.

I usually had no interest in making love. However, t in front of him, I would always be aroused.

There was always a feeling in my heart that was pushing me. There was a voice in my mind, shouting, "Come closer, get closer. I want to get closest to you."

However, Patrick approached me, pressed his thin lips against my ear, exhaled a hot breath, saying, "But, I want to."

"Whenever I see you, I keep thinking about pressing you under my body and satisfy you. I long for you to wrap your legs on my waist and tell me shyly that you want me." "In front of you, I pretended to be rational and calm. What I want is to kiss you and your whole body so that every inch of your skin will belong to me. I will make you look at me only. I will be the only man in your heart. I will let you..."

"That's enough! Stop it!"

I, who couldn't stand it anymore, interrupted Patrick decisively.

Before I could realize it, unexpectedly, I got aroused by his words and had a feeling coming.

And his words gave me a profound sense of resonance.

And when I saw Patrick and showed my aversion to him, I had the same feeling as him.

I was afraid that I would lose control. I was afraid that I, who had been trying so hard to be rational in my mind, would break down out of carelessness. I was afraid that I would hug him and beg him to love me...

Patrick teased me restlessly with his fingers, "What's wrong? Did you feel something? In fact, I feel the same as you." As he spoke, he began to unbutton my shirt. Pressing his thin lips against my neck, he said briefly, "I want you."

"No, no. I told you that I can't."

Patrick asked word by word, "But, he has cheated on you and had an affair with a maid. Why can't you give yourself to me?"

His words sounded like an invitation to me.

I can feel that my rationale was gone inch by inch.

However, as I almost lost all my reasonings, I suddenly sobered up and pushed him away, "No, the fact that he cheated on me doesn't mean that I'm going to cheat on him too. In that case, I'm just like him, aren't I?"

"You aren't the same. I forced you." Patrick spoke as he continued to make a move on me.

Inside the car, the atmosphere was gradually becoming ambiguous.

I was caught in infinite entanglement in my heart.

I wanted Patrick. I wanted to be with him.

Every single cell in my body was telling me this.

But my rationality told me that I couldn't.

When I was in a dilemma, Patrick in front of me suddenly stopped what he was doing and reached out to hold me in his arms, "Forget it. Since you are in a dilemna, I won't make things difficult for you anymore. Can I hug you?"

I, who was stunned, nodded.

Patrick held me in his arms, "Fortunately, you are complete. You belong to me only. Wait for me. When you come back to me, I will definitely satisfy you well. I will give you as many as you want. I am willing to die for you because of exhaustion in making love."

My face turned red. I said, "Don't talk nonsense. I am not that horny."

"Whether you have that much need or not, I'm willing to give myself to you." He held me in his arms, hung his head deeply, and kissed my collarbone with his thin lips, saying, "I miss you so much. I will definitely make you come back to my side soon."

Patrick and I didn't stay in the car for long before we came out of the rear.

If I stayed there any longer, I probably would be driven out of my mind.

Patrick didn't get out of the car. Instead, the car drove away on its own.

I stood there and looked at the car. Suddenly, I realized that a driver was sitting in the front row of the car. In that case, did the driver hear the conversation between Patrick and me just now?

For a moment, I couldn't be more awkward.

By the time I entered the studio, Mrs. Whelan had finished her talk with Nancy, planning to leave.

We all went out to see her off.

After Mrs. Whelan left, Paulina came over and sized me up and down, saying with a disappointed look on her face, "Did Mr. Cowell last that short? It couldn't be?"

I rolled my eyes at her, "What are you thinking about?"

"Oh, I knew it. Mr. Cowell certainly won't last that short." Paulina nodded in a seemingly understanding manner.

Hearing her words, I couldn't wait to beat her up.

On the side, Nancy was organizing the documents. Seeing us like this, she shook her head helplessly and said, "Janetta, I think you should see through your feelings in your heart. Marriage is something that will last throughout your life rather than something that you can make do with."

... I looked at Nancy and nodded, "Well, I know."

Nancy waved the documents in her hands and said, "Come on, let's have a meeting."

Paulina and I went into the meeting room with a teacup in our hands respectively and a bunch of snacks.

Since it was pretty close that we could take on Mrs. Whelan's project, we'd better get to the bottom of it first. After we signed a contract, we could get it rolling at once.

Although it was a meeting verbally, we were actually having a tea party. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

The three of us sat there, eating and drinking. In the end, we weren't even in the mood to have lunch.

At five p.m., I went to Nancy's house to pick Glenn up and went home.

As soon as I entered the house, Lacy and Janice both came over and said loudly, "Madam, you're back."

Seeing them like this, I knew that something was wrong. I turned around and saw that Emily lay on the sofa with her legs crossed, looking relaxed and leisured.