Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 74

He threatened me like this again!

He threatened me with the orphanage previously. And now it was Glorious Seth Design.

"Mr. Cowell, you're high and mighty. I won't be surprised at all even if you've killed Seth, let alone destroy Glorious Seth Design."

After that, I picked up the pink leopard doll, which I was about to put down, and carried it in my arms as I walked into the guest bedroom.

Patrick caught up with me and grabbed the pink leopard doll by one of its arms.

I hugged the pink leopard doll tightly. And we were in a deadlock.

As soon as he exerted his strength, the arm of the pink leopard doll was broken at once!

I lost my balance, fell back heavily to the ground.

Patrick stepped forward and supported me, who was lying on the ground, "Are you okay?"

His tone was full of concern. And his black eyes were full of worry for me.

I looked at him, feeling abset-minded for a moment.

He seemed to sincerely care about me.

But I thought of what he had said yesterday. He had said that he had to keep Caroline Archer in his life.

I felt as if I had been woken up by a slap in the face.

I struggled, broke free from Patrick's arms, and said alienatedly, "Thank you for your concern, Mr. Cowell. I'm fine."

I got up and picked up the arm of the pink leopard doll which Patrick had thrown on the ground. Then I held the doll's body and put the arm on it.

Fortunately, I could just sew the broken arm with thread back to the part where the arm had broke off.

Patrick looked at me. After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice, "Do you like this doll? Then I can buy you a house of dolls like this."

Upon hearing his words, I thought of what he had said yesterday once again.

He wouldn't give up on Caroline. But he was seducing me in this way.

I, who probably wanted to take revenge, held the pink leopard doll in my hand and said to him, "I don't like pink leopard dolls. But I like

this exact one."

I didn't say anything further.

But Patrick was so smart that he should have got my point.

Patrick's face instantly turned cold. Then he said, "Charlotte Archer, don't forget the content of our marriage agreement, which stipulates that you can't have any ambiguous relationship with other men!"

"Does it? There's nothing ambiguous between him and me. We're just... friends."

I said it word by word.

"If so, it will be the best."

That night, Patrick and I parted with each other unhappily and didn't sleep together.

Early the next morning, I received multiple texts from Caroline.

Caroline's phone number had long been blacklisted by me. She couldn't call in. So she could only text me.

I glimpsed at the texts and found that she was scolding me. As for the content of the texts, it read that she seemed to have found out that there was a house under my name and she thought it was given to me by Rosy.

She tried her best to scold me with disgusting wordings.

"I think it's because she is sure that Patrick will surely keep her by his side that she dares to go so far."

As soon as I finished reading the texts, I kept them in a text folder.

When I walked out of the bedroom, I heard some noise in the bathroom of the master bedroom and saw that Patrick had got up.

I baked two plates of toast probably out of my habit. And the porridge in the pot for which I had set timing had been ready.

I finished one plate of toast by myself. When I left, Patrick happened to come out of the bedroom.

I didn't say hello to him and left quickly.

In fact, I didn't have to work today. But I didn't want to see Patrick.

Having nowhere to go outside, I suddenly wanted to see the children in the orphanage.

So I took a car to the Star Family.

The Star Family was as it used to be when I and Patrick had been here. The children were very happy in the new home.

Several children were playing basketball in the basketball court.

As soon as I went in, the old dean came out to welcome me.

After chatting with him for a while, I told him that I was resting today. Then the old dean said casually, "When you are free, you can come here to be a volunteer. Although I can't pay you, you can eat here."

His words enlightened me. And I agreed right on the spot.

I spent the whole day hanging out with the children.

There were all kinds of children of different ages in the orphanage. I was mainly playing with a few children who were three or four years old today.

Looking at them, I couldn't help but think, "If my child was still alive, he should be one and a half years old now."

When I left, I made an appointment with the old dean that I would come here to accompany the children every Tuesday and every Wednesday.

From then on, my life had been going on like this.

Although Patrick and I had been living together, we rarely talked to each other.

It was Wednesday again. When I arrived at the door of the Star Family on time, I saw Patrick's car parked there and he was standing at the door.

Seeing me getting close, Patrick asked, "You would rather come here than stay with me, right?"

"What do you mean by that? I'm very happy here."

I didn't ask him how he knew I was here. I knew he could know my whereabouts with ease.

I bypassed him and wanted to go into the orphanage.

But to my surprise, Patrick followed me and said, "I happen to have time today. I'll be here with you."

I thought he should have guessed my purpose here wrong. So I kindly reminded him, "Mr. Cowell, I'm not here for a visit. I'm here to be a volunteer."

"I know."

When Patrick spoke, the expression on his face didn't change.

It was clear that he wasn't mistaken about my purpose here.

During that whole day, I had been accompanying the younger children. When I occasionally came out, I could see Patrick, who didn't treat himself as the President of Towering High Group, playing basketball with older children.

When it was time for lunch, I took a few children to the canteen.

I saw a group of boys of different ages surrounding Patrick and listening to his stories with keen pleasure.

I couldn't help but get close to them. And I heard that what he was talking about was a story rather than some fortune cookie comments, which was to my surprise.

I looked at Patrick, who was surrounded by children. And I couldn't help but feel confused. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

What on earth was he trying to do?

He moved me with his actions. But he hurt me over and over again.

What on earth was he trying to do?

At night, Patrick and I left the orphanage. As I sat in the car, I asked him, "What on earth do you want to do?"

"Do the things as my wish."

He responded briefly.

"Didn't you do them for me?" I sat in the passenger seat, looked ahead, and dared not to look at him, "What you did moves me, making me think that you do have some feelings for me. But what you had done before made me lose faith in you."

The next second, I heard a reply that made me feel at a loss.

"What I want to do is to get close to you, stay with you, and accompany you."

Every word of his left me at a loss.

I turned to look at him. Patrick looked ahead without looking at me. But the look in his eyes was firm.

It made me have some illusions. It seemed that what he had said was true.

He did have some feelings for me.

But at the thought of Caroline Archer, I found myself ridiculous.

I lowered my eyelids, "Patrick Cowell, there's a Caroline Archer in the middle of us. Never can you move me."

I'm lying.

He did have moved me.

But I dared not to.

As I lowered my head, a big palm came into my sight. And Patrick grabbed my hand on my leg directly. Then, I heard Patrick say, "I will solve this problem. Give me some time."

Looking incredulous, I looked at him and asked, "Please say it once again."