Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 19

My words made Caroline look a little embarrassed. But Patrick did not pay attention to me at all.

He put his arms around Caroline's waist and leaned over to kiss her, "Be good. I will caress you when I go back at night."

The two of them interacted with each other affectionately. And I stood aside as if I were an outsider.

There was no doubt that my oath of sovereignty just now had become a great irony.

In the end, Patrick sent Caroline away and entered the Cowell Family's house with me.

We changed our shoes and went in. The servant took us to the main hall.

Just as I was walking, I felt a warm sensation in my right hand.

Looking down, I saw that Patrick took my hand. His expression was indifferent as if nothing had happened.

I couldn't help but feel my heart beating fast.

When we arrived at the main hall, Patrick's grandfather, Ned Cowell, was already waiting

for us.

When we came to the front of Ned, Patrick let go of his hand and introduced me to Ned.

After we sat down, Ned asked me some questions, all of which I answered truthfully.

During the whole process, Patrick sometimes treated me intimately by either helping me comb my hair or wrapping around my waist.

When Ned asked me some questions that I found tricky to answer, he would help me out in a gentle voice.

It was the same for the dinner later on. Patrick would help me get some food and peel the fishbone off for me.

It wasn't until 10:30 p.m. that we came out of Ned's house.

Before leaving, Ned patted Patrick on the shoulder and said, "I am very satisfied with her. You should hurry up and try to give birth to a fat grandson for me next year!" NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

After that, Patrick held me in his arms and put his face close to me. Then he said in an ambiguous tone, "Did you hear what Grandpa had said? We'll have to fight hard when we are at home today."

He was too close to me. And the heat was blowing on my ears. My face couldn't help but turn red.

Ned knew what a going on at a glance and urged, "Okay, okay. You two should go home!"

Patrick took me out of the door while wrapping up my wrist. I was in his arms. And the warmth made me a little bit absentminded for a moment.

We came out of the Cowell Family. When the door of the Cowell Family's big house was closed, Patrick put down his hand and turned to walk in front of the car.

I, who was foolish, didn't come to my senses and followed him to the side of the car. Patrick turned his head and said briefly with a disgusted face, "Get out of my way."

Although when I entered the Cowell Family's mansion, I knew that what Patrick had done was just acting. But he changed his attitude so fast that I didn't know what to do for a moment.

I stood where I was, watching the car whirling away and thinking that he should go to Caroline at this time.

I imagined the things that they might do later...

I couldn't help but feel a burst of pain in my heart.

Thinking of what happened this afternoon, I went to the nearby police station non-stop and asked about the case.

At this time, the police had changed their shifts, asking me to come tomorrow.

Helplessly, I took a morning off the next day and went to the police station where I had gone to back then and inquired about the situation.

As a result, the answer they gave me was that it was a misunderstanding. So the monitor was not checked.

But I refused to deal with it in this way. With my repeated request as well as the involvement of Patrick yesterday, the police dared not to neglect me. So he had to go to the mall with me.

As a result, we found the manager and said that we wanted to get the monitoring. And the manager immediately agreed.

But, what I didn't expect was that the monitor was broken!

When the manager saw that the monitor was broken, he said in an exaggerating tone, "Oh, why is the monitor broken? Get someone to repair it."

At that moment, I understood that Caroline might have thought that I would come back to watch the surveillance. So she had been prepared for it.

Of course, the monitoring couldn't be repaired.

The so- called repair worker got busy over there for a long and failed.

I didn't want to give up. After the police left, I went to the clerk and asked about the situation at that time.

The clerk staggered for a long time and said that she didn't know what was going on.

Helplessly, I had to leave. But when I was about to take the elevator downstairs, I saw the manager coming down from the elevator and walking toward the store.