Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 60

The person behind me was none other than Patrick's youngest uncle whom I had seen at Ned's house that day.

When the security guard saw him, he immediately stood up straight and said respectfully, "Mr. Cowell, it turns out that you know this lady. I'm very sorry."

After that, the security guard apologized to me.

Patrick's youngest uncle walked up to me and reached out his hand, "Shall I get one for you?"

"No need."

I surely dared not to ask him to help me.

But he took the initiative to take a bag in my hand over and then asked me which building I lived in.

Then he le me all the way to the entrace of the building.

"Thank you. I'm here."

I was so polite that I wanted to take the bag back.

Unexpectedly, Patrick's uncle said, "I'm also living in this building."

There were a total of six or seven buildings in the whole "Unit No.1, City Y". So it was not a strange thing for us to live in the same building.

We went into the elevator together. There was a total of 36 floors in this building. I saw him press the button on the 32nd floor.

When the elevator reached the 32nd floor, I stood at the door of my house, took the luggage over, and thanked him, "Thank you for sending me here. From now on, we are in the same residential quarter. I have to rely on you to take care of me in the future."

Although he might be about ten years older than me, he was Patrick's uncle anyway.

Based on my relationship with Patrick, he was my elder anyway.

But when he saw me calling him so formally and politely, he smiled and said, "My name is Shelton Cowell. You can call me Cowell or Shelton."

"No, I can't. You're Patrick's uncle," I shook my head.

Shelton looked at me and shook his head helplessly, "Others don't know about your relationship with the lad, Patrick. But I'm very clear about it. So just call me Shelton."

After he exposed me directly, I felt a little relaxed instead of being embarrassed.

I took the initiave to call him, "Okay, Shelton."

Shelton nodded.

Originally, I thought he would go to the elevator. But I didn't expect him to turn around and press the electronic lock on the next door...

"Beep!" A sound rang.

Then the red button on the door turned green.

I was dumbfounded.

Seeing my look, Shelton smiled faintly while curing up the corner of his mouth, "From now on, we will be neighbors. You can call me whenever you need anything."

After that, he closed the door and went in.

There were a total of three households on this floor. Based on the layout of the door, it could be seen that the room opposite mine and my room should be small-sized houses.

While Shelton's house was a big one.

After he went in, I didn't stay at the door any longer.

As soon as I entered the house, I was attracted by the big floor-to-ceiling windows in front of me. There was a river view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. And the scenery of City Y in the distance was clearly seen.

All the furniture inside the house had been purchased ready.

I packed up my things and intended to go out to repair my computer with my laptop in my arms.

I could only have a rest today weekly. So I had to get what I had to do done once and for all.

As soon as I walked out of the door, my cell phone rang. And I saw it was Patrick's call.

Because there were servants in the villa. So as soon as I left, the servants surely would inform Patrick secretly.

"Where have you been?"

After I picked up the call, Patrick's cold voice came over the phone.

I didn't want to find an excuse. So I directly told him what Rosy had said, "Grandma has already known that we are in a deadlock. She said that although the Archer Family was not as good as the Cowell Family, I didn't need to live under your nose."

"Where else can you live? Charlotte Archer, you'd better come back obediently so that I won't come to you."

Patrick's voice over the phone indicated that he was already a little unhappy.

"Mr. Cowell, you never go back there. Anyway, I am always occupying a vacant room alone. It doesn't matter where I am."

After I said that, I was so angry that I hung up the phone.

After that, I turned off my cell phone.

After I did this, my heart beated non-stop.

But I was also very clear that I couldn't always be at Patrick's mercy and that I had to take this step.

I went to Computer Town with my computer. The staff there checked on it and said that they could repair it. But it would take at least three days before I could get it back.

I came out of the Computer Town and bought some vegetables at the entrance before going upstairs.

As soon as I got up, took out the key, and was about to open the door, I saw a tall figure standing at the door, who was leaning against the corner and smoking.

"Why did you come back so late?"

Patrick looked at her quite unhappily. And his tone also sounded so rash.

But I was startled, "How, how do you know I'm here?" "Open the door." Patrick did not answer my question. Instead, he gave me an order.

"This is my house!" This was the house that Rosy had bought for me. It was a place of shelter I managed to get.

I didn't want to be controlled by him again.

However, the man grabbed the key in my hand, opened the door, and went in.

After that, as soon as the door was closed, Patrick suddenly pushed me against the wall and imprisoned me in his strong arms. Then he looked at me and asked, "If I don't contact you, could it be that you will never contact me?"

His face was only two centimeters away from me. I noticed that he had sharp facial features and a tall nose.

As I looked at him in the eyes, I saw that there seemed to be something surging in his eyes which were calm on the surface.

As I looked at him, my heart seemed to skip a beat.

Before I could react, Patrick suddenly hugged me, buried his thin lips in my neck, and said something faintly.

I didn't hear his words clearly.

But I sensed that he seemed to be saying, "I miss you very much."

I tensed up and shouted, "Mr. Cowell..."

"Shut up!"

Before I could finish my sentence, Patrick opened his mouth and bit gently on the spot above my collarbone. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

It didn't hurt at all. On the contrary, it made me a little limp and numb.

Patrick raised his head and held my chin with his slender fingers, "Charlotte Archer, you are my wife. So you can only call me in one way, which is honey. Do you understand?"

When he spoke, he looked at me with his black eyes seriously.

Moreover... There was some affection deep inside his eyes, wasn't there?

I came to my senses in the blink of an eye.

"How could it be possible that Patrick would look at me so affectionately? The way I see it, he hates me the most."

Patrick confined me at the door, "Call me honey."

I looked at him, curled up the corner of my lips, and sneered, "Patrick Cowell, do you know? I once had been longing to call you honey. But you forced me away step by step. And now you want me to call you honey, right? Well, I can call you honey. But never will I call you so of my own free will. Ho... Um." As soon as I said the first word, Patrick's face suddenly changed.

Then he sealed my mouth with his lips.

I felt a strong smell of smoke coming into my mouth, which occupied the whole mouth of mine overbearingly.

I wanted to push him away. But I couldn't help being attracted to him as if I had lost all my strength.

Admittedly, Patrick was such a master in flirting.

It was just a kiss. And it made me fall for him.

When I was somewhat addicted to his kiss, he suddenly stopped kissing me and looked at me, saying, "I don't want to force you. You can call me honey when you are willing to. But now you have to call me Patrick rather than Mr. Cowell."

As I looked at him in a daze, he sat down on the sofa as if nothing had happened and said, "I'm hungry."

What he had said didn't sound like an order at all.