Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 447

Hearing my words, Tillie quickly reached out to touch my forehead "Why is it so hot?! I'll call an ambulance for you."

"There's no need forthat. I..."

I originally wanted to refuse her, thinking that I would be fine after taking some medicine.

However, upon finishing my words, I felt that everything in front of me went black. Then I fainted.

I felt that Tillie helped me up. Vaguely, I could hear her calling an ambulance.

Despite being weak at this time, I wasn't completely unconscious.

I could feel a few bodyguards putting me on the bed and that someone fetched a thick quilt and covered me with it.

The lights in the room were turned on.

I opened my eyes slightly and saw that Tillie was next to me. There were two shallow red marks on her neck.

Oh, it was hickeys.

I probably was seriously ill. At this moment, upon seeing the hickeys on her neck, I felt nothing else.

It was as if I had seen something ordinary.

Later, an ambulance came. In a daze, I heard the doctor saying that I got pneumonia and that my lungs had been seriously infected. Hadn't I been sent here in time, I would have been in lifethreatening danger.

I closed my eyes. In the past few days, this was the first time that I felt that what I had done wasn't worth it.

For the sake of Patrick, I was willing to be a maid and take care of him. Facing how he deliberately made things difficult for me, I turned a blind eye to it.

I thought it was fine and that everything would be fine after these days.

However, at the thought of how he and Tillie had kissed each other and the shallow hickeys on Tillie's neck, I suddenly felt that maybe he really didn't need me anymore.

Anyway, Tillie would take good care of him.

I stayed in the hospital for four days. On the fifth day, I was discharged from the hospital. One of Patrick's bodyguards drove over and asked me, "Janetta Nolan, are you going back to the manor?"

Hearing his question, I was silent.

'Should I go back to the manor?'

'Or should I leave?'

I remembered that I had promised myself to stay in the manor for 20 more days and that I would make a decision in March. Looking up at the bodyguard, I said, "Yes."

Hearing my answer, the bodyguard seemed to be a little surprised. He nodded and said, "Well, I'll take you back to the manor."

The car drove all the way to the manor.

As soon as I entered the living room, I saw Patrick sitting in a wheelchair. And Calen was there too.

Upon seeing me, Calen immediately raised his hand and greeted me warmly, "Hello, Janetta."

"Nice to meet you."

Keeping my identity on my mind, I said hello to Calen respectfully.

Callen was stunned for a moment.

But Patrick said, "She is now a maid here."

"A maid?" Callen looked at me in disbelief and turned to ask Patrick, "Why?"

"I'm willing to do so," I answered first.

Callen looked confused and seemed to want to ask more. Seeing this, I slightly bowed and said, "I'll go back to my room and change my clothes first." I went back to my room and took out the clothes I wore while working as a maid. Looking at the clothes, I felt somewhat heartbroken.

Once again, I questioned myself, "Is it right for me to do this?"

Even so, I put on the clothes.

I took out my cell phone, checked the calendar, and saw that there were 15 days left.

Holding the cell phone in my hands, I said to myself while glancing at the calendar, "Patrick Cowell, I'll give you another 15 days. If you still treat me like this, then I'm sorry. I won't accompany you anymore."

I changed my clothes and saw Tillie as soon as I went out. She blinked her eyes and looked at me, asking, "Have you recovered?"

"Yes." I nodded. Thinking about what happened that day, I added, "Thank you for what you did for me that day."

Hearing my words, Tillie seemed to be quite surprised.

After all, she and I broke up with each other completely.

She seemed to be a little embarrassed, "No worries."

Looking at her, I thought for a moment and asked,

"Have you been in a good relationship with Mr. Cowell recently?"

"Ah?" Hearing my question, Tillie immediately showed a shy expression, lowered her head, and said, "Yes, we get along with each other quite well."

"Oh, that's good." Seeing her like this, I nodded.

I thought that the deadline after fifteen days was just an excuse I made for myself.

When the time came, I surely would have to leave.

After coming out, I went to the backyard. Looking at a pile of curtains, I knew that I had to continue my work. So I started washing.

After all, there were 15 days to go.

Time passed by. Every day, I washed the curtains pretentiously in the daytime and worked at night.

Everything was the same as before. The only difference was that I wouldn't "come across" Tillie. Neither would I see Patrick again.

Every day, after finishing my work, I would check the time.

March came a little closer.

No one bothered me. So I worked for longer. Despite working as a maid here, I got the work of the studio done in time.

It seemed that Patrick was afraid that Tillie would be exhausted. So he hired several more servants.

Some of them were responsible for cleaning. And some of them for cooking.

Patrick's mental state had improved. Jeremy would often come here to report to him. And Patrick, who originally stayed in the bedroom frequently, stayed in the study more often.

The only one that could enter his study was naturally Tillie.

In the blink of an eye, the last day of February, came!

That day, I put on light makeup, and went upstairs, arriving at Patrick's study.

I stood at the door and gently knocked on it.

"Come in."

I heard Patrick's voice coming from inside.

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I knew it. Judging from his tone, he surely thought the one at the door was Tillie.

I bit my lips and tried not to show my emotion before opening the door and going in.

Sure enough, after I went in, Patrick looked up and saw that it was me. His eyes dimmed.

He asked in an alienated voice, "Is there anything?"

"Yes." I nodded, "Mr. Cowell, I'm leaving tomorrow." "Really?" Patrick turned to the document in his hands and said with a blank expression, "Have you figured it out?"

"Yes." I nodded, "Previously, I was worried that you would have a mental breakdown because of the injury on your legs. But now you're much better with Tillie's company. So I am leaving."

After Patrick heard my words, his face didn't change at all.

He picked up a pen and scribbled on the document in his hands. After putting away the document and resting it on the table, he looked up at me.

There was an abnormally cold and indifferent look in his eyes. He looked at me as if he were looking at someone irrelevant. Hearing what I said, he nodded and said, "Okay."

"That's right..."

Before I entered the study, I had figured it out clearly. But now, standing here, I was somewhat unwilling.