Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 61

I looked at Patrick, wondering what he was up to.

But I was so naive that I thought he would leave after the meal.

So I obediently did the cooking and then called him to have meal.

The dining table in this room was a round one. After Patrick sat down, he patted the chair next to him and said, "Sit here."

I hesitated for a moment and sat down by his side as he said in the end.

At this time, what I was thinking was that I should satisfy him so that he could leave.

I sat on the side and watched Patrick having meal there.

He finished one bowl of rice.

Two bowls of rice.

As he asked me to help him get the third bowl of rice, I asked him kindly, "Do you eat so much for dinner now?"

Patrick did not respond.

I didn't ask any more questions. And I could only fill another bowl of rice for him.

After dinner, he said that he wanted to deal with his work using my tablet. I dared not to refuse him. After giving the tablet to him, I went to the room alone with my cell phone and sent a text message to Lisa.

I told her all about Patrick's abnormality today.

Lisa only replied with one sentence, "He is tempted."

I replied, "No way!"

Later, Lisa kept texting me, saying, "All men are b*tchy. They won't cherish any woman when they are by their side. When women don't care about them anymore, they will rush to play up to them."

She had been talking with me for more than an hour based on this theory.

By the time I looked at my watch again, it was already 11 p.m. I went to the living room and wanted to ask when Patrick would leave, only to see him sitting on the sofa while holding a tablet in his hand.

But his posture was a bit strange.

I walked over and asked him, "It's so late. Don't you want to go back to your place?"

Patrick said resolutely, "No." Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

I felt that his face was a bit strange. Through the light, I saw that his smooth forehead was covered with a layer of fine sweat.

I looked at him again and found that his face was a little pale. It was obvious that something was wrong with him!

I walked up to him and squatted down to ask him, "What, what's wrong with you?"

Patrick shook his head and pretended to be calm, "I'm fine."

But his face made me feel that something was wrong with him.

"What's wrong with you? If you can't hang on, go to the hospital."

As I said, I was about to get up and go to call 911. But he stopped me and said, "Do you have stomach medicine at home?"

"Stomach medicine?"

Only then did I realize that he must have eaten too much over dinner and he was suffering from a stomachache!

However, it was only the first day for me to live in this house. And I didn't even have time to buy it.

"I'll go out and buy some for you." As I said, I went to wear my shoes.

Fortunately, Patrick had been here. And I didn't change my clothes. Now I could go out conveniently.

Before I went out, I poured him a glass of hot water and coaxed him to lie down on the bed before going out with ease.

I hurried downstairs to buy a pile of stomach medicine, painkillers, and digestive tablets.

By the time I came back home, his shirt had been soaked wet because of the pain.

Seeing him like this, I inexplicably felt a little distressed. After feeding him the medicine, I sat aside and couldn't help blaming him, "You have a bad stomach. Don't force yourself to eat so much."

Patrick closed his eyes and said nothing.

Looking at his painful expression, I remembered that when I suffered from stomach ache in my childhood, the caregiver in the orphanage would rub my belly, making m recover soon. Then I said, "How about I rub your belly?"

As soon as I said that, I regretted it.

"Who is Patrick Cowell? He is the boss of Towering High Group. How could he agree to such a thing?"

However, when I was expecting him to refuse me, I saw him pull out his shirt under his belt, revealing his strong abdominal muscles.

I was stunned for a moment before I knew that he agreed.

"Alas! Anyway, I can't go back on my words."

Helplessly, I could only rub my hands, making them warm. Then I slowly rub his stomach.

After a while, I asked him, "Are you feeling better?"

Patrick nodded slightly.

He didn't speak. And his eyes were closed. But his expression was no longer as cold as usual.

Lying on the bed, he was like an obedient child.

He now was the same as the Patrick that I had seen for the first time more than a decade ago. Back then, he was lying in the hospital bed weakly...

When I was lost in memory, Patrick slowly opened his eyes and looked at me, saying, "Prepare the bathwater for me."

His tone sounded as commanding as before.

Looking at his face which went back to normal, surprisingly, I was not angry at all. I, who had been anxious for him, seemed to be at ease. So I got up and went to prepare bathwater for him.

After the water in the bathtub was almost done, I was about to turn back to call him, only to see him standing behind me. The shirt on his upper body had been taken off. And he was only wearing trousers.

He had untied his belt...

"You!" My face quickly turned red.

I stepped out of the bathroom, closed the door, and said, "You can take a shower. I'll go to bed first."

At this time, I already understood that he was a patient. It was impossible for me to drive him away. And he surely would be sleeping here tonight.

I looked at the bed in the master bedroom.

I was in my new house. But I couldn't sleep in the master bedroom on the first night here...

I took a deep sigh and went to the guest bedroom with a little resentment.

I reported the general situation to Lisa and soon fell asleep.

It was unknown how long had passed. Then I felt that my quilt was lifted and I was carried up!

I was so scared that I wanted to scream. But soon I realized that it was Patrick who had finished taking a shower.

Where was he going to carry me to?

I opened my eyes and stole a glance at him, whose upper body was naked. As the cold moonlight shone on his muscular muscles, he looked firm and tempting...

There was an inexplicable desire surging in my heart. And I quickly closed my eyes.

Soon, I felt that Patrick put me on the bed again and hugged me from behind. As he rubbed against my cheeks with his wet and soft hair, it tickled me.

I was anxious that he would do something to me.

But then I felt that he put his thin lips close to my ear and said in a very light voice, "Charlotte Archer, I seem to have fallen for you."

His simple words stunned me.

"What does that mean? Does he like me?"

"How could it be..."

"It's probably as Lisa said. Men will tend to cherish a woman only after they lose her."

"And this kind of cherish is not the feeling of love but a sense of defeat after he loses control of his things."

I had been thinking randomly for a long time. And in the end, I fell asleep amid Patrick's faintly discernible breath...

The next morning, when I woke up, Patrick and I were still in the same posture as we had been last night.

I got out of the crook of his arms, got up, and changed my clothes. After I made breakfast for the two of us, I was ready to go out.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw that Shelton's room was also opened.

I suddenly remembered that Patrick's shoes were still at the door. So I hurried out and closed the door!

Shelton looked at me with a faint smile, "Good morning."

"Brother... Cowell. Good morning."

It wasn't until I said a word that I remembered what he had said yesterday. Then I changed my wording.

After we went downstairs, Shelton offered to send me to work. But I refused him.

After I arrived at the company, I met Seth in the tea room. As I was about to say hello to him, his cell phone rang. So I stopped talking and waited attentively on the side for the water to boil up.

Seth picked up the call. After a few seconds, his face changed greatly, "What? Wait there! I'll be there right away!"