Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 154

"Ahem! Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!"

I coughed hard and barely opened my heavy eyelids. In a daze, I saw a familiar face in front of me...

"Hmm..."

"It seems to be Patrick, right?"

I pushed the man. And I heard him say in my ear, "Are you awake? I'll help you get up and drink some water."

I shook my head.

He added, "The doctor said that you had a high fever. So you need to drink more hot water. Come on. I'll feed you."

His words made me even more worried.

I lay there with my eyes closed, "You don't have to do that. I'll infect you."

No one else fed others water in such a way as he did.

"You can infect me as long as you're cured."

I closed my eyes. But I could feel that there seemed to be a smile on his face when he spoke.

In fact, Patrick didn't know how to take care

of someone well at all.

During the period when I woke up, sometimes, I was awake. And sometimes, I was in a daze. But I could always feel that he was walking around my bed. Sometimes, he touched my head. And sometimes, he touched my hands.

After a while, he covered me with a quilt. And a while later, he helped me change the ice sticks.

Of course, he fed me water with his mouth.

Later, a doctor brought a shelf and made me have an intravenous drip.

Only after that did I begin to get conscious gradually.

I opened my eyes and saw Patrick sitting on the edge of the bed. He placed his laptop on his knees as if he was sending an email.

The sunlight outside was light golden. It seemed that it was at dusk.

It seemed that I, who had been in a fever all the time, had been sleeping for the whole day.

When I looked at him, he happened to turn around and looked at me. When he saw that I was awake, the joy in his eyes was obvious.

He got up and asked me, "Are you awake? Are you hungry? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" "What's wrong? How are you feeling uncomfortable? I'm going to call a doctor now." "What's wrong?"

I remained silent all the time. Looking at Patrick, I saw that his eyes were filled with anxiety.

He put the laptop aside and looked at me while semi- kneeling on the bed, "Are you hungry? I'll ask someone in the kitchen to send some porridge over."

I nodded.

I was hungry.

I hadn't eaten anything the whole day. Moreover, I was sick. So I was so hungry that I didn't even have the strength to speak.

Patrick called someone in the kitchen.

While waiting for the porridge, he kept asking me whether I felt uncomfortable or not and whether I felt hot or cold.

I, who was hungry and uncomfortable, didn't have the strength to answer him.

Patrick began to feel anxious again. He muttered to himself, "Why hasn't the porridge been sent here yet? The cook here is so inefficient."

Seeing him like this, I was in a trance for a moment.

"Does he sincerely care about me very much?"

At this moment, he seemed to be so worried about me who was sick.

At this time, someone knocked on the door.

Thinking that someone was here to deliver the porridge, Patrick went to open the door as he spoke, "You're so inefficient"

However, as soon as he opened the door, I heard him say in embarrassment, "Why is it you?"

I looked over.

And I saw that the one knocking the door was Nancy.

Nancy looked into the room and said, "Sorry, Mr. Cowell, I didn't know you are here. Then I'll leave first."

Originally, I thought that Patrick would let her go.

But Patrick said, "Don't. It happens that I want to go to the kitchen to get some porridge for her. You can accompany her for a while."

After that, he left in a hurry.

Nancy, who was at the door, stood thre alone.

"How come you said he didn't like you?" Nancy said as she walked in, "I saw that you didn't go to eat lunch at noon. And I didn't even see you this afternoon. So I came to see you. I didn't expect you to have a fever. Sorry, I took a bath for too long yesterday."

Yesterday, I had asked Nancy to take a shower first. To be honest, she indeed had taken a bath for a long time.

But I didn't expect that I would have a fever because of this.

"No." In the face of Nancy, I had to say anything in case I would be embarrassed.

Nancy walked to my side, reached out, and touched my forehead. Then she frowned and said, "Why are you burning so fiercely? I have antipyretics. And I'll bring them to you later."

I shook my head. "I've taken the medicine. And I've got the injection."

At this time, the door opened again. Patrick stood at the door. And he was followed by a waiter carrying a small-sized insulation lunch box.

The waiter put the insulation lunch box on the table and left quickly.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

I watched Patrick open the lunch box and take out a bowl of porridge. Then, he walked towards me with a spoon in his hand.

Nancy immediately stood up and proposed proactively, "Mr. Cowell, let me do it."

"No, I'll do it." Patrick shook his head.

As he spoke, he sat down beside my bed.

He scooped a spoonful of porridge and blew it carefully by his mouth. Then he tested the porridge's temperature with his lips and put it to my mouth. With a tender look in his black eyes, he said in a gentle tone, "It's not hot. Drink it."

It sounded like he were coaxing a child.

I looked at him in a daze, feeling emotionally complicated in my heart.

Patrick, who was high up in the air, was now feeding me porridge here.

He indeed didn't seem to be putting on airs at all.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that I didn't open my mouth, Patrick took back the spoon and tasted the porridge by himself. "It isn't hot, is it?"

I shook my head.

He reached out to me with a spoon of porridge again.

I took a sip of porridge. Then, he filled another spoonful of porridge and continued to blow it for me.

Then he went on feeding me.

I ate the porridge one spoonful after another. And I didn't know how long it took me to finish the porridge.

After I came to my senses, I noticed that Nancy hadn't left yet.

She just stood behind Patrick, looking in our direction with her eyes. To be precise, she was looking at Patrick.

Nancy was a kind of tender woman. She had long black hair, making her a little old-fashioned.

Such a woman would always look selfrestraint. And she would not easily reveal her feelings.

But at this moment, Nancy was looking at Patrick. As a woman, I understood the things glowing in her eyes instantly...

But when she was looking at Patrick, she didn't notice that I was looking at her at all.

But Patrick noticed that I was looking at Nancy.

He turned around and saw that Nancy was still there. Then he said, "You should go back first. Thank you for your help just now."

"Ah..." Nancy came to her senses, "No need. It's a helping hand only."

After that, she turned around and left.

But I saw that when she spoke just now, her face was slightly red.

Patrick didn't notice all of these. It seemed that he was fully concentrated on me. Then he turned around and continued to feed me the porridge.

At this time, I also recovered a little. So I stretched out my hand from the quilt and said, "I'll do it by myself."

"No, I'll do it."

Patrick's attitude was surprisingly tough at this moment.

"...I'm hungry. I can drink porridge fast if I do it by myself."

I was making an excuse as well as telling a truth.

It was always someone else who took care of Patrick. Never had he ever taken care of someone. To be honest, when he fed me the porridge just now, every spoonful of porridge which he fed me couldn't be less.

Patrick passed the bowl to me. And I drank two bowls of porridge by myself.

After drinking some water and taking the medicine, I felt better. Then I got out of bed and washed up. And I went back to bed because of the cold.

It was probably because of the cold cure that I fell asleep soon.

But the fever made my body colder and colder. In a daze, I felt that I was hugged in someone's strong arms. As the coldness was dispelled, my body temperature went back to normal bit by bit.

I could feel that a man was holding me gently.

Sensing that he was gentle, I only thought of a person in my mind...

I muttered, "Seth."