Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 493

After creeping up to the third floor, I looked around first.

Only after making sure that all the bodyguards had fallen asleep did I walk in the direction of the room with the light on.

The room could be located with ease. With light leaking out from under the door. I confirmed which room at once.

Walking up to the front of the room door, I leaned against the door, only to hear no sound from the room inside.

Looking at the round handle at the door, I was torn as to whether to open the door or not. However, what if it wasn't Patrick inside? In that case, wouldn't I be exposed?

When I was lost in my thoughts, noise rang from inside all of a sudden.

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Judging from the voice, I guessed that he should be on the phone.

Despite failing to hear what he was saying clearly, I was sure that he mentioned "Jeremy" at the beginning of his conversation.

I took out my cell phone, glancing at the time. It should happen to be in the morning in City Y.

The reason why Patrick stayed up until now should be that he had to discuss something with Jeremy.

Standing outside the door, I heard Patrick making his call. Only after Patrick had been on the phone for about half an hour was it quiet inside.

After confirming that Patrick had hung up the call, I was about to open the door. All of a sudden, the light leaking from the crack in the door suddenly disappeared.

It seemed that Patrick was going to bed.

At that time, without any hesitation, I reached out and turned the doorknob.

"Crack!"

"Isn't the door locked?" I thought to myself, trying to push the door open.

Sure enough, I pushed the door open.

After I entered the room, it was dark inside with the curtains drawn. I couldn't see anything.

Wondering where Patrick was, I was sure that he surely had fallen asleep and that he knew that I was here.

I reached out to fudge around, trying to figure out the situation inside the room. All of a sudden, I ended up touching a soft and sturdy body.

I was shocked.

Then, I heard Patrick say, "Leave quickly. Or I'll call a bodyguard."

His voice was cold and emotionless.

I couldn't help but shudder.

I suspected that the bodyguard had betrayed me.

As I was about to say something, I heard him say, "You surely know the situation of Clark Group well. With a phone call from me, Clark Group will close down tomorrow. At that time, you may not even afford to return to City Y."

It turned out that he mistook me as Kelsi.

Sensing that he was standing, I wondered whether Patrick's legs had been healed.

"You..."

"It's me."

As Patrick was about to speak again, I reached out and hugged him directly.

While hugging him, I touched something metal with my hands.

It seemed that Patrick's legs hadn't yet completely been healed.

I could feel that Patrick was stunned after hearing my words.

Without moving or saying anything, he was in my arms obediently.

A long time had passed since I hugged him the last time. Through his clothes, I could feel that he had lost weight.

Pressing my ear on his chest and feeling the slight ups and downs, I forgot what I was going to ask, saying, "I miss you so much. Don't drive me away, okay?"

My feeling wasn't that strong when I was outside.

However, at this moment, I was by Patrick's side, hugging him and hearing the sound of his heartbeat.

Only then did I know that I didn't want to leave him or leave here.

Standing where he was, he was silent for a long time before saying, "Why are you here?"

"I miss you."

I replied briefly.

It had been too long since he was in touch with me. Thinking of his attitude towards Kelsi, I was afraid that he would drive me away. Reaching out and hooking my arms around his neck, I kissed his cheek slightly and said, "I miss you so much that I can't even eat properly or sleep well."

Speaking of this, I deliberately acted like a spoiled child, "So, don't drive me away, okay?"

In fact, at my age, I felt a little embarrassed to act like a spoiled child.

But I wanted to stay.

Upon finishing my words, I heard Patrick's soft sigh.

"Crack!" The next second, sound rang in my ear.

The lights in the room were turned on again.

Looking up, I saw Patrick dressed in a set of blue and casual clothes. With his somewhat hollow cheeks, he looked much thinner.

Her hair was longer than before. And the bangs hung in front of his eyes.

Looking at him, I couldn't help but smile. "I won't go.

"All right."

Nodding, Patrick looked somewhat helpless.

Only after getting his consent did I let go of my hand and glanced at the situation inside.

The whole room, which was not big, was made up of a bedroom and a bathroom. And armrests were circling the room.

Having designed a room for the disabled before, I could see that the armrests were specially designed for the patient.

Supported by two arm-like walking sticks, Patrick moved step by step to the bedside. Then he put the crutches aside and sat down by himself.

Then he said to me, "Come here."

Walking over obediently, I stood in front of him.

He sized me up, frowning, "How did you get in?"

"By climbing over the wall."

While climbing over the wall, I didn't think it was a big deal.

But now, I felt embarrassed as I admitted it.

Looking helpless, I said, "How come the older you are, the more mischievous you are?"

As he said, he held my arm and looked at the wound on my arm. Taking out a wet towel from a drawer on the side, he wiped the wound for me and applied a band-aid onto it.

In my opinion, since I was here by climbing over a wall, others wouldn't matter to me.

Standing where I was, I wrapped my arms around his neck and looked down at him slightly, saying in a complaining tone, "After all, a few months have passed since you left me. I miss you. And I'll come to you by trying every possible way."

He sighed and looked up at me, "How do you know this place? Did something go wrong over there?"

Patrick was intuitional and sensitive.

Looking at him, I hesitated for a moment.

It was true that a lot of things had happened, including Glenn's matter.

However, after thinking for a few seconds, I bowed my head and kissed his thin lips. Curling up the corner of my mouth, I said with a relaxed look on my face, "It's nothing. I came here by use of my connections."

"Is that so?"

Patrick wasn't unconvinced.

I said with certainty, "Of course."

Hearing this, he fell backward with me in his arms. Because of inertia, I fell backward with him.

"Ah!"

I was a little nervous.

With Patrick falling on the bed, I fell on him.

Soon, he turned over and pressed me under his body with the force of his arm.

Supporting his arm with my hand, I found that his arm was more solid. It probably was because his legs were injured.

Looking at me beneath him with a profound and eager look in his eyes, he kissed me gently on my forehead and said, "I miss you, too."

After that, he added, "So much."

As he said, he kissed me from my forehead down to the tip of my nose, my cheek, and my lips.

He kissed me lightly. But I could feel that he was doing his best to hold himself back.

He seemed to fear that his rudeness would hurt me, which was indeed not Patrick's style.

As I was lost in my thoughts, he suddenly kissed me domineeringly, plundering the air in my mouth little by little and leaving me no chance to breathe at all.