Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 197

When he said this, to be honest, the way I saw it, he didn't need to say anything more.

I knew early what happened after that.

Even so, I held myself back and said nothing.

Patrick said, "I was kidnapped that year. Besides asking for money, the kidnappers hated me for being rich and abused me. They beat me crazily during the kidnapping. Later on, although my parents agreed to give them money, they beat me to death."

"So that's how it is."

Patrick went on, "At that time, seeing that I was dying, the kidnappers were so scared that they didn't want the money anymore. They abandoned me at an old and abandoned construction site and ran away. It was in winter. The projects at the construction site were suspended. No one was there. I indeed thought I was going to die..."

"You met her."

I said it on his behalf.

To be more precise, he met me.

Patrick, who was stunned for a moment,

looked at me, "Did she tell you?"

"I..." I hesitated for a moment. Originally, I wanted to tell him the truth. But I wanted to know how Patrick had thought of me. So I shook my head and said, "I can guess it. After all, it is a cliche plot."

Patrick smiled lightly and continued, "Yes. Then she sent me to the hospital. Because my identity was unknown. And she was a child. The staff of the hospital refused to take me in. So she knelt to beg the doctor. At that moment, I..."

"You fell in love with her. And you made up your mind that you would marry her in your life. So you located her out of the vast crowd. And you wanted to marry her, right?"

I looked at Patrick.

For a moment, I found the truth so ridiculous! Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

It turned out that it wasn't me but Caroline who had been a dog in the manger!

Patrick nodded, "I did have been looking for her for many years, only to fail every time. When Grandpa arranged this marriage for me back then, I didn't agree at first. It wasn't until Grandpa sent me a photo of her that I recognized her at a glance."

I asked, "How can you be sure that it's her, not me?"

I didn't completely voice the confusion in my heart.

Patrick looked at me, "I wasn't sure either at first. But when I first met her, I mentioned that thing. And Caroline immediately told me all the details. Moreover, she was quite specific about the detail of her kneeling and kowtowing. My family members went to the hospital later. So no one else knew about it except her and me."

I was stunned.

Patrick was right. No one knew about that thing except him and me.

How did Caroline know?

I looked at Patrick, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Then why do you believe that it is her? Haven't you ever thought that the one who saved you is actually me and that regarding this matter, actually, it was I who had told Caroline about this..."

"Is it you?"

When Patrick said these words, I could clearly see a light flashing in his eyes.

It seemed to be the best answer he had been looking forward to.

I looked at him and asked, "If it were me, what were you going to do?"

"If it were you, I would marry you. I've done so many wrong things before. And I took someone else as you by mistake. I'll compensate you with my entire life," As Patrick said, he stretched his arms and hugged me.

He pressed his thin lips close to my ear and asked, "Is that you?"

"It is me."

If it weren't for Stanley's matter just now, I would have answered him without hesitation. But at this moment, I hesitated and asked him, "Will you do anything for her because of this matter?"

"Yes."

Patrick answered without hesitation.

"Sorry, it's not me."

I said without hesitation as well.

I would rather not accept Patrick like that.

I felt that when I said these words, Patrick held me in his arms slightly tightly. Judging from his action, I could sense his disappointment.

I closed my eyes. I could feel my disappointment. For so many years, I had always been looking forward to telling Patrick about this.

Now the opportunity was right in front of me. I gave it up by myself.

I wanted to trade this secret for my freedom.

I thought of the days when I was locked up in a multi-media room...

I was afraid.

"I'm sorry, it's not me. So let me go." I repeated my words to Patrick. And at the same time, I begged him.

As I spoke, I pushed Patrick away.

In Patrick's deep black eyes, the profound disappointment hadn't yet dissipated.

I guessed that he surely had spoken with great hope in his heart just now.

"No way." Patrick held my hands, looked ahead, and said firmly, "Even if it isn't you, you have to stay with me and let me compensate you for what I did to you before!"

"Aren't you afraid that I'm infected with HIV now?"

I looked at him with a teasing look in my eyes.

When it came to this, Patrick's eyes were a little red. He held the palm of my hand and pressed it slightly. After a while, he said, "If you are infected, then let's go to hell together. I can't let you bear

everything alone."

His words were indeed touching. If I were infected with this kind of disease, I probably would be moved by Patrick's words.

It was a pity that I wasn't.

"Don't be moved by what you did, Mr. Cowell." I looked ahead as well and said faintly, "In fact, as long as I go back to City Y, you can know my every move as long as you want to, can't you? Why do you have to lock me up as if I were a canary? Are you doing so to satisfy your guilty mind?"

Patrick didn't say a word.

I didn't wait for his answer either. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

By the time I woke up, I was almost in City Y.

After the plane landed, we took the luggage. I looked at Patrick and said, "Mr. Cowell, I want to go back to my house. Your house is so large that it is lifeless. I like to live in my own small house."

"Then I'll keep you company."

"You don't have to. Mr. Cowell, you went to look for me in person this time. And I'm afraid that you have left a lot of work behind. You'd better go to work first." I hesitated for a moment and handed the passport in my bag to him, "I will hand it over to you. I won't run away. Don't worry."

I couldn't run away even if I wanted to, right?

It was probably because Patrick got my passport that he was slightly relieved in his heart. He took out a key from his pocket and handed it to me, "The key to your room."

After leaving the airport, we parted ways.

After so many days, I had long lost my job.

I got home, lay on the bed, and planned my future life. Because of my previous savings as well as the bonus of the design competition, I, who had rented a house, had a lot of money in my pocket.

Even if the housing price of Unit No.1, City Y was up, I should afford it.

However, when I sold my house last time, an agent of the real-estate agency helped me contact the buyer all the time. So I didn't have Kelsi's phone number. If I wanted to contact her, I had to ask Patrick for it. Another way was to leave a letter at the door of the house.

I would ask the owner of the house to contact me after he saw the letter.

It was getting dark now; I planned to go there tomorrow.

After going out for so long, almost everything in the refrigerator was fouled. I roughly cleaned the refrigerator up, went downstairs to throw away the garbage, and went to the supermarket to buy vegetables.

It was the weekend. Many people were coming and going inside the supermarket.

Several children were playing around between the shelves.

One of them ran so fast that he fell under my feet. I quickly went up to help him and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Thank you..." Before the child could finish his words, he looked surprised on his face. He, who was stunned for a moment, shouted, "Ugly Woman! Come and see. This aunt is ugly!"