Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 66

"It's impossible."

As soon as I said so, Patrick immediately refused without even thinking about it.

I had long expected that his answer would be like this. If he wanted to let me go so easily, he would have agreed to my request long ago.

But I came prepared this time.

I took out my cell phone, walked to the wide office desk, and opened the recording interface. Then I put my cell phone on the desk.

Without talking about any nonsense, I clicked open the recording in Caroline's office just now.

Yes. When I went to Caroline's office, I turned on the recording on my cell phone.

Patrick was such a smart person. He knew that Caroline's attitude indicated that she surely had something to do with this matter.

Looking at Patrick's gloomy face, I lowered my eyes and said slowly, "Mr. Cowell, I know that you don't want to let me go easily since I married you on behalf of Caroline. If I am the only one who is tortured in this matter, I will accept it. But Caroline has already involved innocent people for the position of Mrs. Cowell."

"Torture?" Patrick heard the word and walked up to me step by step, "In your eyes, is it that painful to be Mrs. Cowell?"

There was no expression on his face. But it seemed that there was a stormy wave surging in his black eyes!

"Isn't it? You love Caroline. And I married you instead. Obviously, none of the three of us is happy. But you don't want to let me go. Don't you do so just to torture me?"

Patrick suddenly laughed, "Hahahaha."

He didn't laugh out of his happy mood. Instead, I found his laugh creepy.

He raised his hand, pinched my chin with his slender fingers, and stopped smiling, "Do you want a divorce? Then serve me well. After I am tired of making love with you, I can divorce you."

"Patrick Cowell, do you have any logic? She killed someone! Don't you understand? She killed someone!"

I shook off his hand directly, thinking that he had indeed pissed me off.

However, Patrick pressed me directly on the office desk and pressed his whole body on me as he said, "I've told you that you can only get a divorce after I am tired of making love with you."

As he said, he began to move on to the next step.

I wanted to resist. But he held my two hands down with one hand.

"Are you crazy? We are in the office!"

I shouted out loud!

However, Patrick did not care about it at all. And he pressed his thin lips against my ears and said, "This is my territory. My people are very sensible."

Throughout the morning, I had been pressing down on the office desk by Patrick so that he could vent his anger at his free will.

In the end, Patrick got up and tidied up his clothes. I lay on the desk, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

I was the only loser in this triangle relationship.

"Knock. Knock, Knock."

A string of soft sounds rang from the direction of the door.

I got up in fright and turned my back to the door, fearing that the person at the door would push the door open and come in. After all, my clothes had been torn to pieces by Patrick, which couldn't even cover my body.

Patrick roughly tidied up his clothes and went to the door. Soon he took in a few bags and handed them to me.

I took a look at them and saw a set of clothes as well as a box of skin care products inside.

He asked me to take a bath in the lounge inside the office.

I opened a door to the lounge. Originally, I thought there was only one bathroom inside. But I found that I was too naive.

There was sort of a small apartment inside his office, where there was a living room, a bedroom, and an open kitchen as well as a bathroom.

I took a shower and changed my clothes. Because of the intense exercise just now, my legs were weak.

I sat on the bed and wanted to have a rest. Then I slightly looked sideways and saw a long chestnut-haired hair lying quietly on the white bedding.

At that moment, I felt inexplicably sour inside.

I could tell whose hair it was without deliberation.

Although I knew that Caroline and Patrick were in love with each other and that it was not strange that they would make love here. I still left the bed as if I were avoiding the plague.

Just as I was about to leave, Patrick pushed the door open and walked in. I was so scared that I took a step back.

After that, I realized that he just wanted to take a shower and change clothes.

I hid by the side and waited for him.

Soon, Patrick tidied himself up. After coming out, he walked to my side and said to me, "You should be hungry. Let's go to have a meal."

There was a faint scent of bath liquid on his body, which smelled very fragrant. NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

"No need..."

"We will have a meal in the company's canteen."

When I was about to refuse, I was interrupted by Patrick. He took my hand and took me out of the office while completely ignoring my resistance.

As soon as we went out, Wilson and several of his secretaries were outside.

When the secretaries saw that we were holding hands, anger seemed to be burning in their eyes.

But Patrick didn't care about them at all. He pulled me into the elevator.

"Let me go." After entering the elevator, I continued to struggle.

But he just looked at the floor number of the elevator and didn't even bother with me.

The elevator reached the third floor.

The third floor was a floor where the employees of Towering High Group could have a rest. He took me through a coffee shop and went straight into the canteen for the employees.

It was time for having a meal. As the staff went in and out, they were all attracted by me, who was standing behind Patrick.

A continuous stream of sounds rang out in my ears...

"Mr. Cowell, Mrs. Cowell, good afternoon."

"Wow, who is this? Is she Mrs. Cowell?"

"Oh my god. Did Mr. Cowell actually bring his wife to the canteen for a meal?"

The words of "Mrs. Cowell" rang in my ears from time to time...

Along the way, it even made me feel a little unreal.

He took me all the way to a separate private room. And a waiter opened the door for us.

He took me in and sat there.

Soon, the dishes were served.

All of the dishes were my favorite.

I looked at him in confusion.

Patrick looked at me and said, "I asked your grandmother. She said you liked these dishes."

He had asked Rosy about me.

I looked at the dishes on the table as my eyes were full of doubts.

I dared not to be moved by Patrick.

I had stopped fantasizing about Patrick and made myself indifferent so as not to be hurt by Patrick. However, I wasn't that determined while facing him. I was afraid that once I was touched by him, I could no longer disguise myself and my heart would be exposed in front of him.

In that case, he could easily hurt me.

Patrick picked up a piece of sweet and sour ribs. He frowned after eating it. Then he asked, "How come you like to eat such sweet-flavored food?"

I was speechless.

"Have a taste of them. The chef here aren't inferior to those in Michelin restaurant."

I looked at Patrick.

After a long silence, I asked, "Why?"

He treated me well, making me afraid.

Patrick took in a few mouthfuls of rice by himself before raising his head and looking at me with his deep eyes. After a few seconds, he said, "Being Mrs. Cowell isn't always that painful, right?"

"Yes."

This was the answer I had in my heart.

Taking the current situation as an example, it was true that being Mrs. Cowell isn't always that painful.

But I dared not to be touched by him. Nor did I dare to admit it.

I was afraid that once I let down my defense, what was waiting for me would be endless harm.

"No. It makes me in pain all the time. As long as I am by your side, everything will be torture to me," I said word by word.

I saw Patrick hold the chopsticks with force. "Bang!" After that, a pair of chopsticks made of bamboo broke off.

The next second, Patrick threw down the pair of broken chopsticks and left the private room without looking back.

It was clear that I had said something that hurt him.

But my heart hurt so much...

As I looked at my favorite dishes on the table, my eyes turned red.