Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 200

Amanda was quite beautiful. She was especially so with makeup which made her facial features clearly-outlined.

In front of her, I couldn't help but feel a little self-abased.

I subconsciously covered my face with my hands and shook my head.

Amanda smiled and said, "I am Mr. Cowell's newly hired secretary. My name is Amanda." She reached out to me and said politely, "Hello, Mrs. President."

When she called me Mrs. President, she emphasized it..

I shook her hand with one hand and covered my face with the other.

Amanda said coldly with her arms crossed in front of her chest, "I wonder why Mr. Cowell takes a fancy to you? You're just an ugly woman with a distorted face."

Although the incident yesterday made me feel a little diffident about my face, I didn't flinch at all in the face of Amanda's provocation. I leaned against the sofa, put my hand down, and said faintly, "You are so beautiful. And

you have a good body figure. What's the use of these? Has he ever looked at you seriously?"

After that, I glanced at Aranda from the corner of my eyes.

Her face was slightly twisted. And she said, "I am just a secretary. And I have no extra thoughts about Mr. Cowell. I dare not expect to have such a good fate."

"That's good."

At this time, my cell phone rang in my bag.

I took it out and saw that it was a text from the patron which read, "How is your face?"

Thinking that it was the sponsor who saved me last time, and that I didn't even say goodbye to him before leaving the hospital, I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. I quickly replied to his text, telling him about my recent situation and expressing my gratitude to him in the end.

When I finished sending the text, I took a look at Amanda and found that she was still looking at me by my side.

She seemed to be reading my text. I was immediately a little unhappy, saying, "You are the President's secretary. Could it be that you can sit here so unscrupulously when the President isn't here?"

"I've always been in Mr. Cowell's office at my free will." Amanda smiled. Even so, she dared not to stay, shrugged, and stood up, "Mrs. President, I don't think you can sit in this position for too long."

"Oh."

I said flatly.

I didn't intend to hold on to this position for too long either.

This position as well as Patrick was both a combination of contradictions for me. However, since so many things had happened, I just wanted to escape.

About half an hour later, Patrick returned.

The moment he opened the door, his face was still cold. However, as soon as he saw me, his face was no longer cold. And he said with a smile, "Let's go home."

"Yes."

I nodded.

I got up and left with him.

When we passed by Amanda, I saw that her face was full of melancholy. Staring at me with a pair of coquettish eyes, she seemed to intend to swallow me alive!

Patrick and I went back to the car. After a moment of hesitation, I said, "Regarding

Amanda..."

"What's wrong? Are you jealous?" Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

Patrick leaned forward and fastened the seat belt for me. There was tenderness in his eyes.

"Am I jealous?"

Somehow, I had an inexplicable sense of trust in Patrick. At least, I believed that Patrick wouldn't even take one more look at this kind of flirty woman like Amanda.

Seeing my indifferent look, Patrick shook his head helplessly, leaned over, and kissed my forehead, "She is a honey trap set up by my opponent."

"Hm? A honey trap?"

I looked at Patrick in surprise, "How can you be so calm when you already know that it's a honey trap?"

Patrick said as he started the car, "Yeah, I'm quite surprised. He even sent his mistress over to me to frame me."

The expression on his face was completely calm, indicating that he could see through the whole situation.

I looked at him. At first, I didn't want to say anything. But he looked at me, "I can't fire her. But I promise that I have no feelings for her." As he spoke, he curled up his thin lips slightly. And a beautiful curve appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In the dim light of the underground parking lot, I looked at him. And my heart couldn't help but beat faster.

The car drove out of the parking lot. But it didn't go in the direction of Unit No.1, City Y. I was a little surprised, "Where are we going?"

"Somewhere else."

Patrick said lightly.

I knew that it was useless for me to ask anything further.

In the car, I, who was confused, asked, "Why did you arrange someone sent by your opponent to be by your side? How dangerous it is"

Patrick drove the car and glanced at me from the corner of his eyes, "Don't worry. She'll be sent away in a few days. I will keep an eye on her in the next few days."

Hearing him say so, I couldn't say anything more.

The car drove all the way to the entrance of a residential quarter located in the third ring road of City Y. It was a villa area. When I reached the door, I could see that there were all single villas inside.

Patrick parked the car at the door first and said, "We'll live here in the future."

"We?"

He didn't answer me and continued to drive forward. There was a row of business buildings less than two or three hundred meters ahead. Where he stopped, I looked over and saw that it was a hospital specialized in plastic surgery...

Patrick led me inside. A doctor dressed in a white gown greeted us. Without further courtesy, he said, "Is this Mrs. Cowell? Come on. Come in and let me have a check on you."

"Mrs. Cowell."

I found this address strange and familiar.

I followed the doctor in and took off my mask. The doctor gave me a general examination of the wound on my face.

In the end, he took out a series of results and told me and Patrick in the lounge, "This wound was caused by hydrochloric acid. It's not a big problem. But if you want to recover your face completely, you have to go through many operations. And the recovery period is very long, which is at least one year. And you can't see anyone during this period."

"Well, that's fine."

Patrick agreed on my behalf.

"Isn't it Patrick's wish to lock me up in a place where I can't see anyone?"

I had to heal the wound on my face. But I didn't want to let Patrick imprison me for a year.

Otherwise, by the time I went out, I probably would become someone useless again like I used to be after I was out of jail.

I looked at the doctor with embarrassment and said, "I'm sorry. I need to think about it again."

"Why?" Patrick looked at me with his dim eyes as if he had seen me thoroughly through.

Meeting his gaze, I resolutely got up and explained, "After all, I have to be secluded for a year. I have to think about it."

After that, I walked out.

Patrick followed me.

As soon as I went out, he said, "You didn't want to stay with me. So you didn't agree to do the operation, right?"

"Yes."

I didn't deny it at all.

Then, his sneer rang from behind. And he said, "Charlotte Archer, I want to ask you whether I am mean to you. I did hurt you before. But then I knew I was wrong. I have been making it up to you. But what about you?"

"What about me?" I turned to look at Patrick.

The look in his black eyes showed that he had been hurt. He said, "Seth was dead. And you couldn't give up on Seth. You and Shelton had been living abroad for two weeks. And you got along well with him. However, you treat me differently!" He paused with a sneer on his lips. Then he added, "I am being treated differently. Now I am trying my best to please you. But you don't even bother to look at me. Neither are you willing to smile at me!"