Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 441

In the afternoon, my brain almost stopped working.

Patrick asked me to get water, and I stood there pouring water for him with the teapot in my hand. Then my mind went blank.

It wasn't until the water flowed down the table and scalded my feet that I realized what I was doing.

"I'm sorry!"

I put the teapot aside and looked at Patrick.

He looked at me, and his black eyes were cold. He didn't intend to blame me for pouring out the water, and there was no expression on his face.

He just looked at me.

But I was scared by his stares.

I took out the paper from the bathroom and apologized while wiping. "I'm sorry, sir. I'll be more careful."

After cleaning the table, I went to get a mop to wipe the floor again.

The mob was in the tools room downstairs, so I ran over to get it. After finishing the work, Patrick said, "You can go down and prepare dinner first."

"Yes, my lord."

I left after I answered.

When I arrived at the kitchen, I looked at the watch. It was still early, so I curled up in the corner of the kitchen and wanted to take a break.

However, just as I was curling up there, my eyelids became so heavy that they couldn't be lifted up.

I was afraid that I would sleep too long, so I quickly took out my cell phone and booked an alarm thirty minutes later.

Then, I went to sleep.

I didn't know how long I had slept. I was just in a daze and felt that my body was softening. I heard someone sigh softly in my ear.

I'm so sleepy.

I didn't care about these things at all. I just hoped to sleep a little longer, and longer.

When I woke up again, It was at dawn.

Looking at the soft bed below me, I thought for a long time before I realized that I should have cooked dinner for Patrick! © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

But I fell asleep!

I saw the phone beside me and turned it on-

It was already the next morning!

I was afraid that Patrick would blame me and wanted to drive me away. I was so scared that I rushed upstairs immediately!

The door of Patrick's bedroom was half-closed. I nuzzled the door open and saw him lying quietly on the bed.

I walked to the side and saw that he was still wearing the clothes yesterday. He couldn't change clothes on his own because I fell asleep.

For a moment, I felt a little guilty.

When I saw that the quilt only covered him with one corner, I helped him cover the quilt. I turned around and was about to leave when a strong arm suddenly wrapped around my back and pulled me directly to the bed.

Then I heard the man behind me say, "Don't go."

I felt my heart was racing. I thought he had woken up.

However, I turned back and saw that his eyes were still closed.

He hugged me so tightly, and I could hear his breath came out of his nose.

I lay there in a very uncomfortable position and didn't dare to move.

He just hugged me.

After a few seconds, I heard the man mumbling in my ear again, "Go stand, don't sleep."

He even thought about this in a dream?

But soon, I heard a very light sigh again. This sigh was a little helpless, and my heart was distressed.

The man held me tighter. I heard him say in a very soft voice, "Can't you throw a tantrum to me?"

Throw a tantrum?

My heart felt as if it had been pricked by a needle.

That what he was thinking?

But after a while, he turned over and finally let go of me.

I carefully stood up from the bed and looked at Patrick, who was asleep. Thinking of his words, I couldn't say how complicated my mood was.

I got up and wanted to go to the kitchen to make breakfast, but as soon as I got there, I saw someone was making breakfast already.

It was a strange face.

A young maid.

When she heard the footsteps, she turned to look at me and said with a smile, "You're Janetta, right? Hi, my name is Tillie, I'm new here. Well take care of Sir together."

Seeing her, I suddenly felt unhappy in my heart.

"We haven't seen each other for a whole night, and then Patrick called someone else. It seems that he is already prepare to drive me out?"

"If that's the case, I won't leave!" I thought.

After Tillie finished making breakfast, she and I sent it upstairs together.

Patrick asked me to stay with him for breakfast, which made me more or less gratified.

After breakfast, I looked at Patrick's legs. I thought, "Now that the technology is so developed, how could he won't be able to stand up?"

"Could it be that he didn't examine them out of pride?"

I hesitated for a moment and said, "Sir, have you been going for an examination recently?"

Hearing my words, Patrick looked at me with a sharp look saying nothing.

His expression was unfriendly. For a moment, my heart seemed to be in my throat. I was really worried that his next word would be throw me out.

Then the man raised his hand slightly and pointed to the balcony in front of him.

"Does he want me to go?" I'm not sure.

Looking at him, my heart was filled with apprehension. Just as I was waiting for him to say "get out", I heard his pleasant voice saying, "The garden outside is a little messy. Tidy it up. If you don't clean it up perfectly, you don't have to come back today."

"What?"

I was stunned.

"Anybody, come here." Patrick spoke again before I had the chance to express myself.

The bodyguard outside came in and asked respectfully, "Sir, what's the matter?"

Patrick pointed to the outside garden and said, "She will tidy up the garden today. You send a few people to watch her. She can't rest until she finishes tidying up."

I turned my head to look at the immense garden outside.

"Me? Alone? To clean it up?"

"I'm afraid that the winter will pass away after I clean it up!" I shouted in my mind.

Even the bodyguards were frightened. "Sir, isn't it a little..."

"There will be no new weeds in winter now. My requirement is that there can't be any weeds."

Without waiting for the bodyguards to finish their words, Patrick spoke out his own demands again.

Hearing this, I couldn't help but be a little angry. I looked at Patrick. "Why do you think I can tidy up an entire garden on my own?"

It's winter now, and it snowed a few days ago. The garden was now covered with snow. If I did it alone, I'd be frozen to death.

Patrick seemed to be waiting for my words. As soon as he heard me speak, he immediately smiled. "You can't do it? Then you can leave."

Sure enough, he was making things difficult for me.

He wanted me to go.

Or he asked Tillie to come because he was sure that today I would refuse to tidy up the garden and leave.

I stood there with my back straight and said calmly, "I'm sorry. Since I'm here, I'm not going. Tidying up the garden, right? No problem."

"Go." Patrick was behind me, and he did not even move the wheelchair. He said calmly, "I'll be here watching you."

"Okay, sir."

I finished my words, turned around, and went out.

At the door, Tillie watched me come out. She chased after me and asked, "Where are you going?" "Clean up the garden."

I answered her.

Hearing my answer, Tillie felt strange. "Why are you cleaning the garden in the winter? It just snowed before, and now it's melting. It's freezing."

"It's okay." I shook my head and looked at Tillie. I was going to tell her to take good care of Patrick.

However, just as I was about to open my mouth, I felt that I had worried too much.

Tillie took the money. Thus, she would naturally take good care of Patrick.