Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 88

This question made me nervous.

I looked at Seth, fearing that he would mention me.

Seth, who knew me so well, naturally knew what I was thinking about. After a moment of silence, he said, "I'm not married. Nor do I have a girlfriend."

As soon as he finished his words, the designers were all excultant!

Everyone was whispering.

Some people even booed, "Vice President Hyde, I don't have a boyfriend either."

"Don't snap. I don't have one either!"

"Me too. Me too!"

When everyone was arguing, Seth said again, "But I like someone. Didn't everyone ask me why I came to this company before? Because the girl I like is here. I'm falling for her!"

Everyone on the scene burst into an uproar!

All the designers were looking around.

Someone asked, "Who is it?"

"I think you will know it soon." Seth kept staring in my direction, "I didn't have the courage to confess my feelings to her in the past. So I missed a chance. But this time, I don't want to miss her."

"Wow... Is he so romantic?"

As the designers by my side were speculating with envy and regret, Wendy announced that the meeting came to an end and it was time to get off work.

As soon as she finished her words, all the designers stood up. And seven or eight of them surrounded Seth.

Fearing that I would become the target of public criticism, I quickly got up and left.

After I returned to my office, I hastily packed up my things and was ready to sneak away.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I saw that Seth had blocked the door and said with grievance, "Am I a monster?"

"No. I..."

Several designers surrounded us before I could finish my words!

"Wow, Vice President Lu. You're not falling for Charlotte, are you?"

"Oh my god. I should have guessed that early. Charlotte is the only one who has been recruited by the company recently."

"I envy her."

It was probably because Seth had reminded them about his purpose here that my colleagues didn't do anything excessive except for expressing their envy.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but be relaxed.

Seth understood me.

He accompanied me downstairs. When we got in the car, he said, "Look, I'm so popular. If you don't hurry up, I probably will be taken away by others."

"Seth, I..."

"Well, it's a joke. Relax."

Seth interrupted me, raised his hand, and touched my hair.

But I said, "Seth, you're so kind to me. And you've sacrificed so much for me. I'm afraid that I'll never be able to pay your favor back for the rest of my life."

"I'm good to you. It's my own business. And it has nothing to do with you." Seth started the car and asked me, "Think about what we are going to eat."

Seth took me to dinner.

In the next few days, my colleagues knew that Seth had come for me. And many of them came to ask me about him.

A colleague even said to me, "Charlotte, if you don't say yes to Vice President Hyde, don't always keep him hanging there. Make your position clear to him quickly so that we can have a chance."

Seth happened to pass by when my colleague said this. Then he came in and said, "It's me who has been chasing after her all the time. It's good that she doesn't dislike me."

"Vice President Hyde."

When my colleague saw Seth, she was so scared that she instantly stopped being arrogant.

She didn't say a word further and went out.

Seth watched her leave and said, "I'm sorry. Have I caused you trouble again?"

"As you said, you are very popular."

I shook my head.

Seth was indeed popular. He was a young and promising design genius.

If I hadn't met Patrick and that I hadn't had a ridiculous marriage, I would have chosen Seth without hesitation.

But...

Even though I had a clear attitude toward Seth all the time.

He insisted on sending me home every day and eating with me at night.

What he was doing made me, who used to be alone, feel that I was no longer lonely.

It was like that when two people ate together, their appetite would even improve.

But one day, after I went out of the company, I saw a black car parked behind the woods not far from the company.

Although it was blocked by a tree, the car was a large-sized one. And the logo on the head of the car couldn't be more conspicuous.

At a glance, I recognized that the car was very similar to the one frequently driven by Patrick.

The first time I saw the car, I thought it was a coincidence, thinking that it probably was a similar car that happened to be parked there.

But in the next week, I saw the car twice.

I realized that it was Patrick's car.

"Why did he park the car there? Was it a coincidence? Or was he looking at something?"

One day, Seth went on a business trip. And I was alone that day.

After I went out of the company, I saw the car there once again. So I went around the car, intending to see the number on the car plate.

But as soon as I walked to the front of the car, I saw the door to the driver's seat open. Patrick, who was dressed in a black trenchcoat, got out of the car and went straight to me.

I instantly felt scared and ran away!

I was wearing a pair of boots whose heels weren't high today. So I was running very fast. It was unknown how long I had been running.

I looked back and saw that Patrick didn't catch up with me. Then I felt relieved and stopped a taxi to go home.

I entered the house. "Dingdong!" Then my cell phone rang. And my heart tightened.

I looked down and saw a text message from Seth.

Only then did I relax a little.

Seth asked me if I had dinner at night and what I had eaten.

I chatted with him for a while before I went to cook and eat dinner.

In fact, Patrick had been on my mind ever since I was at home.

I wondered why his car had parked there, who he was waiting for, and whether he was waiting for me.

To avoid thinking too much, I began to clean up the house. Then I took a bath. Looking at the pile of garbage at the door, I decided to take it out and throw it away.

I went downstairs with the garbage in my hand.

Then I got upstairs to my house again. As soon as the door of the elevator opened and I walked out, I smelled the strong smell of smoke!

It reminded me of what had happened last time...

As I was about to retreat to the elevator, Patrick jumped out of nowhere and grabbed me. Then he hugged me tightly and said, "Charlotte Archer, I miss you."

"What are you doing?"

I was frightened and wanted to struggle. But Patrick's strength was so strong that he held me tight.

I smelled the strong smell of smoke mixed with the smell of alcohol.

"Charlotte, I miss you."

Patrick repeated the same words.

"Mr. Cowell, you're so affectionate!"

I shouted at him while struggling.

In fact, besides scolding him, I said so to wake myself up.

Because no matter how hard I tried to put on a disguise, I was fragile anyway. In the face of Patrick's words, I felt that my heart was in great pain.

I wanted to trust him. But I dared not do so. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"Have you possessed me? Either I go to work, eat, or fall asleep, you are all on my mind. When I see you and Seth are together whenever you go, I feel like I'm crazy!"

"Mr. Cowell, you are drunk!"

"I'm not drunk. I'm sober than ever. I miss you, I can't put up with it while seeing you standing next to another man. I want to lock you up somewhere that only I can visit!"

As he spoke, he held me in his arms as he exerted stronger and stronger force gradually.