Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 257

"No." Lying there, I felt that the feeling I was familiar with was all over my body.

I knew that if I made a little compromise...

What would happen next would be beyond my imagination

"Give me some time. I'll divorce Kelsi. We will be together in the future. Never should we get separated."

Patrick held me in his arms with powerful strength.

His tone and what he had said couldn't be more familiar to me. It was a pity I was no longer as dumb as I had been five years ago.

"Mr. Cowell, I'm Janetta Nolan."

I said word by word.

I warned myself in my heart repeatedly that I couldn't make a compromise and that never should I!

I surely couldn't compromise.

I used to be in between Caroline and Patrick in such a ridiculous way.

Now, I didn't want to be ridiculous again.

Patrick didn't understand the meaning of my

words. He held me in his arms and said to me, "It doesn't matter who you are. I know you are Charlotte Archer, which is enough."

"Am I Charlotte Archer?"

"Patrick Cowell, you are wrong."

"I'm no longer myself anymore."

However, I didn't reveal my true thoughts as I was being held in his arms. The gap between my strength and that of his and what had once happened made me realize that...

If he wanted to make love with me, no way I could resist. Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

So, I simply lay there. "Mr. Cowell, if you want to f**k me, do as you wish. After all, I can't resist. However, after that, I will go to the police and sue you for raping me."

Patrick had been flirting with me.

He tried to get my body ready for making love.

However, hearing my words, he paused what he was doing and looked at me.

It was almost six a.m.

The sky was turning bright.

Little by little, the light came in through the window on the second floor. And I could see Patrick's face.

He had a stunned look on his face. Looking at me with his dark eyes, he seemed to be shrouded in profound sadness.

He just looked at me like that.

I looked at him. Comparing with him, I had a faint expression on my face. Or, I looked determined.

I was gambling.

I was betting on his self-esteem as a man.

We confronted each other in this way. Patrick raised his arm and touched my face up and down repeatedly with his big palm.

He touched me lightly and softly.

It was like he was touching the most precious thing to him in the world.

When his hand swept past my eyelashes, they trembled slightly. But I didn't close my eyes.

In this way, he gently caressed my whole face with his hand, arousing and enlivening every part of my face.

He smiled bitterly, "It's okay. I can wait. As long as you don't belong to another man, I can wait."

"What are you waiting for?"

"I am waiting for you to forgive me, believe me, and go back to my side."

After Patrick finished his words, he got up from the bed and went to the bathroom.

Then I heard the sound of his turning on the shower head.

Sitting on the bed, I was stunned for a long time. I didn't even know clearly how on earth I felt.

"Am I disappointed or lost?"

"I dare not to ponder on it further."

"I made up my mind. Isn't it the best thing that he won't touch me?"

I got up and changed my clothes before Patrick came out.

I made up my bed and went downstairs.

Sitting in front of the computer, I found that Shelton had texted me yesterday.

His text read, "I have to do an operation today. I won't go to your studio to accompany you at noon. Remember to have lunch by yourself."

What a coincidence.

Shelton used to come here every day. But he hadn't shown up yesterday.

If Shelton had come here yesterday, what would have happened?

I dared not to be certain.

However, Shelton's visit would undoubtedly be the best way to drive Patrick out.

I glanced at my watch. Fearing that Shelton would be sleeping, I decided to send him a text this morning.

I turned on the computer. Patrick went downstairs as soon as I clicked open the software.

Wearing the same clothes as yesterday, he didn't tie his tie. Draping his shirt on his body roughly, he only buttoned three or four buttons without tying the shirt with his belt.

The neckline was wide open, revealing a sturdy pectoral muscular line.

Her hair hadn't been dried yet. And the water drops fell on his shirt all the way down his short hair, drop by drop.

I hadn't completely suppressed my desire which had been aroused by Patrick just now. For some reason, in my eyes, this scene actually looked infinitely tempting.

I couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

Noticing my imperceptible move, he looked at me with a faint and ambiguous smile in his dark eyes.

Walking to my side, he picked up a suit jacket hanging on the side and said, "I'll go back and change my clothes. I'll come back later."

"No need, Mr. Cowell." I quickly stood up. "Mr. Cowell, I promise you that I won't stay up late in the future. You don't have to come here."

Hanging his suit jacket on his right forearm, he stood at the door and looked at me with a mysterious smile in his eyes, "Your words don't count at all."

After that, he opened the door and left.

Sitting in front of the computer, I wasn't in a mood to work at all.

Thinking that Patrick would come back later, I was in a psychological mess.

Regarding what happened today, even though I had made it once, no way that I couldn't be so lucky every time.

Helplessly, I called Shelton.

I told him what had happened yesterday and today.

Hearing me out over the phone, Shelton was silent for a while before saying, "I know. I know how to persuade him."

"Really?"

Hearing Shelton's words, I was a little happy in my heart.

"Yes." Over the phone, Shelton said in a relaxed tone, "I'm glad that you told me about this matter. What you have to do is to cooperate with me."

"To cooperate with you? How should I?"

Shelton's words made me, who was originally relaxed, put on my guard for no reason.

"You'll know it at noon." After Shelton finished his words, he paused and said, "Sorry, I'm going to attend a meeting here. I'll hang up first."

"Alright."

"Well, good girl, wait for me at noon."

Shelton's voice sounded as warm and gentle as usual.

Looking at the homepage of my cell phone in my hands, I felt a faint uneasiness in my heart.

I always felt that Shelton would tell Patrick something astonishing today.

I had fallen asleep at noon the day before. Now, I was so hungry that my stomach was growling.

I went out and bought breakfast at a nearby pancake stall. After finishing breakfast, I drank a cup of coffee.

As I was about to work, Patrick came back.

What surprised me was that instead of wearing a suit today, he wore a pair of darkcolored jeans paired with a white shirt.

He didn't even have hair spray on his hair.

Wearing like this, he was completely different from what he used to be.

Unexpectedly, he looked much more approachable.

Patrick looked at me and slightly curled up his lips, "I'm back."

Hearing his words, I felt a little sour in my heart.

Patrick used to say so to me when he returned home. Hearing him say so once again, I felt as if I had traveled back in time.

I opened my mouth slightly and didn't respond to him in the end.

Instead, I continued to look at the screen and work.

Seeing that I didn't respond, Patrick wasn't angry. Instead, he walked up to me and said, "You broke my coffee cup last time. Shouldn't you compensate me with a new one?"

Looking up, I was stunned for a moment. Then, I took out my cell phone decisively, "Yes, Mr. Cowell, what you said is right. I'll order the same mug online for you now."