Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 189

Edwin didn't overthink it and gave his cell phone to me. Then he went out by himself.

In fact, Patrick was waiting for me outside. I picked up the cell phone, planning to do a life-or-death struggle!

I picked up the cell phone and thought it repeatedly. Finally, I thought of a suitable person.

It was Shelton Cowell.

The nurse was treating my wound again. Although it hurt very much, I had been focusing on how to get out of Patrick's control!

With my memory, I roughly remembered Shelton's number. I dared not to call him. So I could only text him.

I texted him first, "Mr. Shelton!"

Soon, I received a reply, "Charlotte Archer, what's the matter?"

He directly called my name, giving me a subtle feeling.

I couldn't care about anything else. I continued to text, "I was kidnapped by Patrick. I want to leave him. Can you help Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

me?"

After I sent this text, Shelton didn't respond for a long time.

I clutched at the cell phone. And my palms were sweating. It was probably because I was distracted that I didn't feel much pain when the nurse was dealing with my wound.

When the nurse helped me bandage my wound, Shelton still didn't reply to my text.

I regretted it immediately. After all, Shelton was Patrick's uncle.

Now that as I thought about it, even though Patrick didn't treat Shelton well, Shelton had never said anything ill of Patrick...

Edwin came in and asked me, "Are you done using my cell phone?"

My heart trembled. And I said, "I'll be done with it right away!"

As I spoke, I texted Shelton, "Don't reply to my text". And then I quickly deleted all the texts before returning the cell phone to Edwin.

Seeing me like this, Edwin teased me, "What's wrong with you? Are you texting your lover?"

I immediately became nervous and shook my head, "No."

Edwin put away his cell phone and chuckled, "It's just a joke. Don't mind. I always think that Patrick is indeed a good man. You surely know this point better than I do."

"Well..."

I answered dully.

"is Patrick a peerless good man?"

He probably was. But it was a pity that I, who had gone through so much, couldn't deserve him anymore.

When everything was done, I went out. And Patrick was waiting for me at the door.

His face was very pale. When he stood up, he obviously shook. Looking at him, Edwin frowned slightly. "The anti- exposure drugs have different effects on everyone. Some suffer great side effects. While others suffer few side effects. The two of you are a sharp contrast."

Seeing that I stood there safe and sound, Patrick hooked up his thin lips into a smile, "It's alright. It's fine for me as long as she suffers fewer side effects. It's okay if I suffer greater side effects."

His words were like an invisible hand, tightly clutching my heart.

I felt so sad.

What he had done was always forcing me to be cruel. However, at the same time, it made me fail to be cruel.

On the way back, Patrick put his arm on my shoulder. It seemed that he didn't exert much strength. But it was like a huge cage, making me unable to move.

We didn't say a word along the way.

In the evening, I "took" the anti- exposure drugs with Patrick. And then I lay down early on my own. About an hour later...

I heard sounds of Patrick stumbling in and going into the bathroom.

Then, the sounds of his vomiting and his fists hitting the floor came from the bathroom.

It seemed that as time passed by, the side effects of the anti- exposure drugs were getting worse and worse on him.

My heart was in a tangle.

I couldn't help but feel distressed for him.

I was even thinking about how to convince Patrick that it wasn't me in the video and that I surely couldn't be sick.

Half an hour later, the sound of a shower turning on came from the bathroom.

When I was about to fall asleep, he came out of the bathroom.

I could feel that he was hugging me. As his strong muscles were clinging to my back, the aroma of shampoo lingered around me.

When I was half-awake, I heard him holding me and saying, "Are you thinking all the time how to escape from me?"

"Even if you don't answer, I know you are thinking about this all the time."

"You're not smiling at me sincerely. And you aren't obedient to me for real."

"Seeing your current look, I can't see what you originally look like now. You're like a bird trapped in a cage. And you don't dare to tell your master that you want to fly."

"Even so, I don't want to let you go. I have a hunch that if I give you freedom, you will never come back to my side."

His words came into my ears one after another.

It made me gradually sober up.

I felt bitter in my heart.

But he was right. If I left him, I would never come back to his side.

In the second week, everything was as it used to be. Because of the huge side effects of the anti- exposure drugs and the work pressure, Patrick finally fell ill.

I stayed by his side to keep him company.

The staff of the hospital sent a nutritious needle.

Although he was in a semi-conscious state, he had been holding onto me with his hands.

In the middle, I wanted to leave. But he kept holding onto me with his hands and refused to let me go. He wasn't conscious. Even so, when I was about to leave, he suddenly said, "Don't..."

And he exerted more strength in his hands.

I hesitated for a moment and sat back down.

Because of the torture of the side effects of the anti- exposure drugs in the past two weeks, Patrick had lost a lot of weight. His cheeks were sunken. And the dark circles around his eyes were also becoming evident.

But I couldn't do anything.

If he believed it, let him be.

I could have been sitting with him all the time. But I wanted to go to the bathroom in the middle. So I had no choice but to pull out my hand, "Pa... Patrick, I want to go to the bathroom. Let go of me."

He closed his eyes. But he clenched at me with his hands even tighter.

At this time, I even suspected that Patrick was pretending to be in a coma.

"Patrick, I indeed have to go to the bathroom."

However, his strength was even greater.

I wanted to hang on and think that he would wake up later. But I didn't expect that after an hour, Patrick wouldn't wake up.

I indeed couldn't hold on any longer. So I thought over and over again, leaned over, and kissed Patrick's cheek gently, saying in a pettish tone, "Dear, let me go to the bathroom."

As soon as I finished my words, he loosened his hands a little. When I pulled out my hand, I found that a large piece of my palm had turned out to be red.

I spent the rest of my day with Patrick.

In the evening, he gradually recovered his consciousness .

When he saw that I was guarding him, his lifeless eyes suddenly became warm. He slightly curled up his somewhat cracked lips. And he seemed to be very satisfied.

After a long while, he finally opened his mouth and said, "It's great that you're still here."

I was slightly sour as well as very warm in my heart.

He seemed to be concerned about me sincerely now.

I thought to myself, "How about I just stay by his side like this?"

"I'll accompany him for the rest of my life. And I'll have a child in the end."

At that time, I indeed thought so.

But all the beauty was nothing more than a beautiful bubble.

With a poke...

They would be broken...

On the third day after Patrick's recovery...

I went back to my room to throw up the drugs after taking the medicine in the morning as usual. But when I finished flushing off the drugs, I felt a chill all over my body.

I turned around and saw Patrick standing at the door of the bathroom.

As he looked at me, there seemed to be a storm brewing in his cold and black eyes.