Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 496

Having been in contact with Kelsi for a long time, these people were naturally close to her.

Hearing her question, everyone told her what had happened.

Kelsi looked at me with an unconcealable smile on her face, saying to me in the local dialect, "People in this town are clean and simple. How can you act the same way as you did in City Y? You are a discredit here."

"He gave me the key."

I defended myself.

Kelsi surely wasn't convinced as well, saying, "Even if you are lying, you have to make up convincing lies. Everyone knows that you and I are both kept outside here. He probably doesn't even know that you are here. How would he give you the key?"

As Kelsi spoke, she had a smug look in her eyes.

Sure enough, after she finished her words, the ones around her said, "We rarely see outsiders here. And it has always been a safe place here. Police, please take her back and interrogate her thoroughly."

"Yes. If she is indeed a thief, make her leave quickly. Someone like her won't be welcome here!"

"That's right!"

They all voiced their opinions one after another.

Without saying anything further, Kelsi stood there and listened to their words with a proud look on her face.

She waited to see me escorted to the police station.

I was a little anxious, saying, "I'm not a thief. He indeed gave me the key."

"Even if what you said is true, why did you come out so early in the morning?"

Someone asked.

Hearing such a question, I was stunned. Wondering how to answer it, I stood still in embarrassment.

If I told them that I did so to infuriate Kelsi, it would be too ridiculous.

The policeman said on the side, "Let's go back to the police station and talk." Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

"I... "

Feeling so anxious, I wondered how to explain for myself. Then I heard Kelsi shouting, "Patrick."

Hearing her shout Patrick's name in the vernacular language of City Y, everyone looked at her first and then followed her to look in the direction of the hospital.

I looked over as well.

Wearing a casual suit and walking out step by step with a crutch in his hands, Patrick was supported by two bodyguards.

Kelsi looked at Patrick with excitement all over her eyes.

As Kelsi stared at Patrick with excitement in her eyes, he walked out step by step and stood in front of me in the end.

Looking at the policeman standing beside me, he asked, "What happened?"

Obviously, it was the first time for the seniors around us to see Patrick. However, seeing the bodyguards' momentum, none of them spoke.

The police told Patrick the ins and outs.

Patrick looked at me with a calm expression, explaining to the police, "I asked the director for the key and gave it to her."

"What?"

On the side, Kelsi asked first.

She, who could no longer hold herself back, looked angry and jealousy.

Patrick looked at Kelsi and replied in the local language, "Do I need to explain to you, an outsider, why I gave the key to my fiancee?"

Hearing his words, everyone got his point.

The ones who had spoken up for Kelsi just now were all silent.

Because no one could tell who was lying.

Kelsi was anxious, saying, "When did she become your fiancee?"

"She has always been my fiancee."

Patrick said with certainty.

Clenching her fists tightly, Kelsi looked at me with an unreconciled look in her eyes.

But I said to her, "I knew long ago that your child wasn't his."

Kelsi didn't say a word.

She didn't know how to defend herself.

It was as if she had played a farce by herself here for such a long time. Because of my arrival and Patrick's words, all of her efforts had become a joke.

Knowing that it was a matter between the three of us, the onlookers all dispersed.

The police left as well.

For a moment, only the three of us and Patrick's bodyguards were on the scene.

Patrick looked at me somewhat helplessly and asked, "Will you go back to your hotel room?"

"Yes." I nodded, "I'm going to change clothes."

"Then I'll go there with you," Patrick said.

On the side, Kelsi's eyes were red. With the expression on her face, she seemed to intend to swallow me alive.

I looked at her out of the corner of my eyes. Originally, I wanted to ask Patrick if it was convenient for him. Seeing Kelsi's expression, I nodded and said, "Okay."

The town was small. And the hotel where I lived was only a few hundred meters away from the hospital.

Patrick and I went in the direction of the hotel. And Kelsi didn't catch up with us.

It made sense. She was more concerned about her ego.

Looking back secretly to make sure that Kelsi didn't catch up with us, I gently supported Patrick and asked, "Is it okay for you to walk so far? Will you be tired?"

He glanced at me, "In your heart, my legs aren't injured. Instead, I am paralyzed, right?"

Hearing his words, I pondered on it for a second and burst out laughing immediately.

I shook my head, "No, no. Tell me when you're tired."

"Okay."

Patrick nodded.

Soon, we two arrived at the hotel on foot. Seeing us walking in, Smith, who was resting himself in a reclining chair on the first floor, was stunned for a while before asking, "Is he your friend?"

"Yes." I nodded, "He's being treated in the hospital over there. And he walked me back here."

My room was on the second floor.

The stairs, which were wooden and narrow, couldn't be treaded with ease. So I arranged for Patrick to sit on a bench on the first floor and said, "Wait for me here. I'll be right downstairs."

Glancing at the stairs, Patrick seemed to doubt whether he could safely climb up the stairs as well. So he nodded and said, "Okay."

As I walked upstairs, I heard him say behind me, "Take your luggage with you. You will live with me."

"All right."

I nodded.

After going upstairs, I packed up my things quickly and went downstairs.

Seeing that I came downstairs with my luggage, Smith asked me, "Do you want to check out?"

I nodded.

Without saying anything more, Smith calculated the room fee and returned the extra fee to me.

On the way, seeing that I pulled my suitcase, Patrick smiled bitterly and said, "I am such a loser. Now I can't even help my wife with her luggage."

Hearing his way of addressing me, I was stunned for a moment. And my face turned slightly red.

Leaning over, he kissed my cheek, "I will be well soon. The doctor advises us to do exercise more, saying that it is helpful for my recovery."

Hearing his words, I couldn't help but blush more.

Patrick and I lived in the town for a while.

When we lived together, Patrick would make love to me against my will with the excuse that it would be conducive to the recovery of his legs.

Frequently, we didn't go to bed until the middle of the night. I was so exhausted that I didn't even know when he had gone to the rehabilitation in the morning.

One and a half months later, Patrick's legs had recovered to a great extent. He could walk for a short distance without a crutch.

On the last day of the rehabilitation training, the doctor told us in the rehabilitation room that Patrick could return to City Y, saying that he could finish the rest of the rehabilitation training at home.

Hearing this, Patrick bought flight tickets on the same day.

We went back and packed up our things before setting off.

The next night, Patrick and I landed at the airport in City Y.