Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 52

When I opened my eyes, I saw the cold iron window in front of my eyes again.

The moonlight slid through the cold railing, shining in a small cell of a few square meters.

This was not a detention house but a prison!

"No! No!"

My brain exploded!

Hadn't I already go out?

"Didn't I already get out?"

"Why am I in prison?"

I sprang to my feet abruptly and slapped the door of the cell with all my might!

"Let me out! Let me out! I want to go out! I didn't hurt anyone!"

However, the corridor of the prison was empty.

No one answered.

I yelled for a long time. And in the end, my voice was hoarse.

I was desperate.

And helpless.

I squatted down and looked at the deep and dark corridor as my tears kept falling.

I held my knees tightly.

"Why? Why did you do this to me? I didn't do anything!"

"I indeed didn't do anything. I didn't hurt Caroline once!"

"I've lost my child."

I squatted there and muttered to myself.

I heard footsteps.

I thought I had seen hope. So I stood up and put my face against the glass of the prison door, only to see a black figure coming closer and closer.

A man, who was dressed in a well-fitting suit, stood there, looking so elegant and beautiful.

It was Patrick Cowell.

Originally, I thought he was standing outside. But to my surprise, he reached out and pushed the door open!

"Patrick Cowell!" I stared at the man in front of me as my eyes were filled with hatred. Then I clutched at his arms tightly and said, "Why did you bring me here?"

The man looked at me and said nothing.

It was probably due to the dark night that I couldn't see his expression clearly at all.

I grabbed him and cried.

I kept telling him that I didn't kill anyone. Nor did I harm Caroline. I begged him to believe me and let me go.

It was unknown how long had passed. The man suddenly reached out and hugged me. He touched my head and said, "I believe in you. And I will take you out of here right away."

"Really?" I grabbed him and almost couldn't believe what I had heard.

I was leaning in his arms. I did so probably because I felt so warm in his arms...

I fell asleep unconsciously.

By the time I woke up again, the sky outside the window had just turned bright.

Looking at the familiar environment around me, I realized that what I had seen was just a dream I had got last night.

I tried to get up, only to feel that a strong arm was pressing against my waist.

I turned around and saw Patrick lying next to me.

Why was he sleeping here?

I quickly checked my clothes. It was what I had worn before I had gone to bed yesterday.

Because I hadn't eaten anything for a few days and I only ate a little porridge before going to bed yesterday, I hadn't fully recovered at this time. I didn't even have the strength to shake off Patrick's arm.

I could only lie quietly and wait for Patrick to wake up.

I looked at his sleeping face carefully. He didn't look as cold as when he was awake, looking very handsome.

Patrick woke up at about seven a.m. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

I was not fully recovered. So he arranged for servants to take care of me.

Three days later, I gradually recovered.

I wanted to thank Patrick. But I hadn't seen him since that day.

Since I had recovered, I didn't intend to stay in the villa any longer.

After all, all the members of the Archer Family and the Cowell Family knew about what had happened to me these two times. No matter how kind they were, they surely wouldn't let me stay by Patrick's side.

Of course, I didn't long for that either.

However, the way I saw it, it was fine. As long as Caroline fulfilled her wish, I would no longer have to be pestered by her because of the relationship between Patrick and me.

I contacted Lisa and told her that I wanted to borrow some money from her.

I wanted to leave City Y and start a new life.

Hearing this, Lisa was unhappy, "Will you just let Caroline off so easily?"

"Only when I become stronger and better can

I take revenge on her. Don't you think so?"

After I had been in prison for a year and a half, with the help of Seth, I was enrolled into Glorious Seth Design. However, it was also because of my joining that his new company, which had already begun to have a good start, was almost ruined by Patrick.

"Then are you willing to be wronged in vain?"

"I don't have any evidence to prove that I was wronged."

I knew that Lisa was indignant for me.

But even the police's lie detector proved that the worker was telling the truth.

I simply couldn't think of any other way to prove that I was innocent.

That afternoon, I went to Lisa's house. She bought all kinds of snacks. While enjoying the snacks, she helped me scold Caroline and Patrick.

After that, we discussed with each other where I should go.

In the end, she strongly recommended me to go to City H.

Both City H and City Y were big cities. The difference was that City H had a lot of foreign capital and people there only valued the capability.

As long as I was willing to start from scratch there, I should be able to spring into fame there.

After I decided on my next destination, Lisa took out 100 thousand dollars directly and wanted to give them to me.

I refused her over and over again, saying that I only needed 20 thousand dollars. But she couldn't be at ease.

In the end, she forced 50 thousand dollars on me.

I booked a flight to City H that night.

During this period, I didn't call Seth, fearing that he would stop me.

I couldn't drag him into this anymore.

Lisa sent me to the airport. After I entered the security checkpoint, she left.

I lined up with the crowd.

There weren't many people taking flight at night. So it was my turn soon.

As I was about to hand over the boarding

pass and identity card to the staff, someone stopped me abruptly and took away these two things from me directly.

The next second, I heard Patrick's cold voice behind me, "Charlotte Archer, where are you going?"

Just a few words of his made me have goosebumps all over my body.

"Give them back to me!"

I turned around and wanted to grab my boarding pass and ID card.

But Patrick was so tall. As long as he raised his hand, he could easily lift these two things to a height that I couldn't reach.

When the staff saw this situation, they urged, "Do you want to board the flight or not?"

"No."

After answering the staff, Patrick stretched out his hand and pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly with his arms.

Then I struggled so hard. In a fit of anger, he directly carried me on his shoulder and forced me to the parking lot!

When he got to the front of the car, he hesitated for a moment in front of the copilot's seat. In the end, he took a detour to the trunk and threw me directly into it!

My head hit the frame of the car. And I was in great pain.

In an instant, I saw that the trunk lid was closed quickly.

At last, there came a sound, "Bang!"

"No! No!" I was frightened as I slammed the door of the trunk with force. However, no matter how hard I tried, it didn't move at all!

I felt the car start.

As I was in the trunk, it was dark all around. And there was not even a trace of light, which made me immediately fall into infinite fear!

It was as if I had gone back to the prison.

The dream I had got that night came back again!

I kept shivering. And I couldn't help but shed tears.

I wasn't such a fragile person before, but when I was locked up here, I was scared to death.