Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 213

By the time I got up the next day, no one had been around me.

I touched the bed and found that it had been cold early, which meant that Patrick had long left.

As I was about to head to the bathroom, I heard water splashing coming from inside.

"Who is it?"

I was shocked.

A servant came out of the bathroom, looked at me with some apology, and said, "Miss Archer."

"Why did you come? Usually, you come in the afternoon, don't you?"

I looked suspiciously at the servant who cleans the room on usual days.

However, after the incident yesterday, when it came to people and things, I had been paying more attention to them for no reason.

The servant said respectfully, "Mr. Patrick sent someone to pick me up this morning. He asked me to clean up the room early in the morning."

I found this matters little strange. So I walked close to the bathroom.

The bathroom had almost been cleaned up inside. And the sapphire blue bathrobe Patrick had worn yesterday wasn't hung where it had been. I asked, "Where is the bathrobe? The blue one."

"Oh, that one. When I came in, I saw that it had been thrown on the ground. So I washed it directly."

The servant explained to me.

"Oh, I see."

I answered. For no reason, I felt that something was wrong. But I couldn't tell what it was.

"I can follow you like a shadow, as if I were chasing after light in a daze."

When I wanted to ask the servant more questions, my cell phone in the bedroom rang.

Without looking at the caller Id, I knew it surely was Lisa calling me. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

I picked up the phone, only to hear Lisa yelling over the phone, "Don't you know what time it is? Why haven't you come yet? I, the one celebrating a birthday today, am quite angry." "I'm sorry, I'm going out now." I looked up at my watch and saw that it was already past 11 a.m. I, who bedded too late yesterday, didn't wake up until now today.

I hung up the phone, tidied myself up a bit, and changed my clothes. Originally, I was going to take a taxi out.

However, as soon as I went out, I saw Patrick's car parked at the door.

Seeing his car, I was shocked. And I thought that he was going to send me there. So I ran to the passenger's seat hurriedly and opened the car door, intending to greet him...

"Miss Archer."

The man in the car greeted me first.

It was Jeremy.

At this moment, I couldn't be more disappointed. However, I still forced a smile and sat down in the passenger's seat, "Assistant Jeremy, it's you."

"Yes, Mr. Cowell is busy. He asked me to send you out."

Jeremy answered respectfully.

I just responded without saying a word on the way. When we were about to arrive at Lisa's house, I said, "Assistant Jeremy, do you know where Patrick went last night?"

"Last night? Then I have no idea about it. Speaking of my responsibility, it is that I only follow Mr. Cowell in the daytime."

Jeremy said calmly.

His words sounded quite formal. And he answered me quite quickly.

It was as if he had figured out how to deal with my question.

I knew it. Patrick wanted to hide something from me. So he surely would tell his assistant as to what to do.

Soon, the car arrived at Lisa's house.

I took the gift upstairs.

To be honest, this was the first time I' saw Lisa after my face had been disfigured.

"Knock! Knock! Knock!" I knocked on the door a few times.

The door opened in less than three seconds. The woman inside opened her arms and hugged me, saying, "Oh, I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you so much."

She looked down at the two gifts in my hands and said with a smile, "I said that you didn't need to prepare gifts for me. But you are so considerate."

As she spoke, she took the two gifts over first, looked up at me with a mask, and said, "Oh, how come you are so fully armed at my home? Sure enough, you look more and more like a rich lady."

As Lisa was talking to herself, she reached out to take off my mask with one hand before I could realize what had happened!

At that moment, Lisa, who originally had a joyful expression on her face, suddenly stopped smiling. A second later, she became surprised, asking, "What's wrong with your face?"

"Alas! It's a long story."

I stepped through the door and entered her house. Lisa's house was relatively clean this time. So I quickly sat down somewhere.

Lisa was sitting opposite me.

It took me about an hour and a half to tell her about what had happened, including how I had been kidnapped by Caroline, the fact that one of the men from foreign countries hired by her had AIDS, and how I had gone abroad and been found by Patrick as well as how I had decided to undergo plastic surgery. I told Lisa the whole story.

Lisa was stunned when she heard my words, saying, "Caroline is so shameless! How dare she run away? She'd better not be seen by me abroad. Or I'll peel her skin off!"

"Yes, yes, my birthday star." Lisa was celebrating her birthday today. And I didn't want to tell her more complicated things.

I took her to the front of the two gifts and said with a smile, "Of these two gifts, one is for you. And the other is from someone else."

"Someone else's gift for me?"

Lisa looked at me with suspicion.

I nodded mysteriously.

Lisa decisively opened the box where the pair of shoes I had chosen for her lay. When she saw the high heels lying inside, she was so happy that she couldn't be happier, "Wow! This is a limited edition!"

Lisa took out the shoes decisively and put them on. Then she walked around the room.

After taking off the shoes, she patted them with her hands and came over to me with an intoxicated look on her face. Then she kissed me and said, "I like this gift."

"Glad to hear that you like it."

I deliberately said so without revealing which gift was from me.

In fact, I hadn't opened the gift from Roger yet. So I didn't know what was inside.

Lisa put the shoes back in the box and opened the purple jewelry box quickly.

Inside, a colorful bracelet of Bohemian style was lying there quietly.

It looked nice and quite flamboyant.

Lisa took out the bracelet, put it on her wrist, and shook it in the air. There was no extra expression on her face.

It was hard to tell whether she was happy or not.

I thought Lisa didn't like the bracelet. When I was about to tell her that the bracelet was from Roger, she asked, "Who gave this to me? He knows me quite well."

"Hugh?"

I looked at Lisa in surprise.

She turned to look at me with the bracelet on her wrist, "Well, I know the high heels surely are from you. Who gave me this bracelet? I think it's necessary for me to get to know such a good person."

"Well..." Hearing Lisa's words, I didn't know what to say in an instant.

"Could it be that Patrick gave it to me?" Seeing that I was in a dilemma, Lisa teased me and said, "Oh, I didn't think he knew women so well before..."

As Lisa spoke here, she seemed to have realized something.

She looked at me with a gloomy look on her face, "Could it be that this bracelet was from Roger?"

"Yes." I nodded helplessly. Originally, I wanted to tell her what had happened that day. However, when I thought of how Patrick had spoken up for Roger, I just said, "I happened to meet him when I bought a gift that day."

"Meet him? He surely was accompanying a woman from nowhere to go shopping!"

Well, Lisa knew Roger quite well.

By the time I handed her the gifts, it had been over lunch time.

I accompanied Lisa to go out and go shopping. After she bought many sets of clothes, we decided to rest in a cafe for a while.

As we were about to enter a coffee shop, we saw a man and a woman coming out of a French cafe in front of us.

One was wearing a black coat. And the other was wearing a white shawl.

As they stood together, they looked like a perfect match.