Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 67

I muttered to myself in my heart, "Don't forget what he did to you in prison. Don't forget your child who died. And don't forget that he turned a blind to Caroline's evil deeds..."

I seemed to be paralyzing myself and making myself more and more determined to go on pretending. Otherwise, the defense line I had been setting up with efforts would break down overnight.

I didn't eat anything and left Towering High Group by myself.

When I came out, many employees were still enjoying their food. When they saw me, they were whispering to each other.

It seemed that they had seen Patrick go out just now.

I couldn't care that much. Then I quickly left Towering High Group.

Instead of going home, I went to an Internet cafe instead.

I figured out my resume using a form there and began to send my resume to different design companies one by one.

By the time I finished sending my resume to almost all the design companies of a certain scale, it was almost in the evening.

I was so hungry that I didn't have any strength to cook at home. So I found a fast food restaurant by the roadside. After I was full, I took a bus home.

Rosy gave me a big house and a bank card with millions of dollars' deposit inside.

Even so, I found them unreal. Besides the money in the bank card, regarding the house in Unit No.1, City Y, I didn't even think that it belonged to me.

I dared not to touch it at all.

When I got home, I opened the door and saw that the light at home was on.

"Pop!" My heart thudded.

I lowered my head and saw Patrick's leather shoes placed neatly at the door.

I changed my shoes, entered the room, and heard sounds of running water coming from the bathroom in the master bedroom.

I felt that I had been fooled by him.

For a moment, anger surged in my mind. Without deliberation, I rushed to open the door to the bathroom and shouted at the one inside, "Patrick Cowell, what the hell do you want to do?"

At this moment, a sight of a naked man appeared in front of me.

As the water drops fell from the showerhead and fell on Patrick's naked body, his strong muscles, perfectly-proportioned body shape, powerful arms, and sexy curves were all revealed in front of me. And I could see them clearly.

I had never seen Patrick's body like this before.

In an instant, I regretted it.

Just as I was about to close the door, Patrick took a step forward and pulled me under the showerhead before I could react.

In an instant, warm water flowed down my head and drenched my clothes!

"What are you doing?"

I twisted my body and tried to get out of his control.

But Patrick held my waist tightly and bent down slightly. Then he looked at me with his profound eyes and asked, "You come in to take a bath, don't you?"

The water vapor blurred my eyes. And I couldn't see Patrick's expression clearly. Instead, I could only feel warm breath blowing on my face.

As all my clothes were attached to my body, I felt extremely uncomfortable.

Helplessly, I could only take a step back and turn my head away, "I'm going to take a bath. Go out first if you are done with your shower."

But I heard Patrick say in a slightly playful voice, "I just came in. And I haven't washed my hair yet."

"Then I'll go out."

As I said this, I intended to bypass him.

Patrick grabbed hold of me, "If you go out like this, you'll catch a cold. Why don't we..." Although I had my back facing him, I could feel that he was approaching my ear with his thin lips as he said in a seductive voice word by word, "Take, a, shower, together."

His words made me instantly blushed.

To cover up my emotion, I had to pretend to be calm as I said, "Can you stop fooling me?"

When I spoke, I felt a little cold with the clothes on my body. Feeling a little cold, I just wanted to go out and get changed as soon as possible.

But Patrick didn't intend to let go of me. He put his strong arms around my waist from behind and said word by word, "Honey, you can either take a shower with me or sit there and wait for me to finish my shower first."

The way I saw it, his words sounded extremely shameless.

I was even wondering if he wanted to take revenge on me because of what had happened during the day.

But I had no choice.

I couldn't get out. So I could only sit on the slip-proof chair in the bathroom, waiting for him to finish his shower.

It took quite a long time for him to finish his shower today.

Moreover, throughout the process, he was facing me.

Although I had tried my best to keep my head down, I could only rub my eyes with my head tilted as the water splashed in my direction from time to time.

During this period, I clearly saw the change in the part below his navel.

I pretended that I couldn't see anything.

About an hour later, Patrick finally finished his shower. He dried his body, wrapped himself in a bath towel, and went out.

I'm not sure if he had subsided his desire. But I couldn't care too much.

After he left, I quickly took off my clothes which had been soaked wet and began to take a bath.

It was not until I finished taking a shower quickly that I noticed a very important problem.

It was me who had barged into the bathroom. And I didn't bring anything to get changed or my bathrobe in.

The only bath towel was now on Patrick's body.

I wanted to go out. But I was afraid that Patrick would be at the door.

Helplessly, I could only call out Patrick's name first.

No one answered.

I thought he was not outside.

When I let down my guard and opened the door, intending to go out, I saw that Patrick was sitting on the bed, who looked exactly the same as what he had looked like after taking a shower just now!

Although he was covered with a bath towel, it could be seen that his desire hadn't been subsided at all.

As I was about to retreat to the bathroom, Patrick stepped forward, held me in his arms, and pressed me on the bed.

My first reaction was to struggle.

However, Patrick directly pressed me down and looked down at me, "Honey, I've said that if you want to divorce me, you have to make me get tired of making love with you first."

His reason made me stop struggling instantly.

Although I knew that he just made such an excuse to molest me, I chose to put up with him at this time.

I indeed wanted a divorce.

Even so, I knew that deep down in my heart, I was eager to make love with him.

That day, we made love on the bed as well as on the dressing table for a long time. In the end, I thought it was over. However, when I was at the washstand, he came to my side again. All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Patrick hugged me from behind, bit my earlobe gently, and told me, "Honey, you smell so good. I probably won't ever get tired of sleeping with you for the rest of my life."

His words made me shiver. I looked at him through the mirror and asked him, "Patrick Cowell, others love each other before they make love. You don't love me. Instead, you love Caroline Archer. Could it be that you separate the love and the sex?"

Patrick did not answer me as he wrapped his arms around my waist. And we made love there again.

This time, I was exhausted. And I was carried to the bed by him.

He carried me to the bed quite gently. Although it was late and the light in the bedroom was turned off, I always felt that he was looking at me tenderly.

When I unconsciously felt a little touched in my heart, he went to the living room.

When he came in again, he held a glass of water in his hand. And my heart trembled.

I thought that he was concerned about me.

But then, I saw Patrick put the glass of water on the nightstand and then put a small tablet into the water.

He said indifferently, "Take it."