Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 203

However, when she saw Patrick's expression, she immediately adjusted her expression, went forward, and said in a fawning manner, "Mr. Cowell, Mrs. Cowell, I'll help you get your boarding pass."

"We will do it by ourselves."

After Patrick finished speaking, he took me away.

Amanda, who had been discouraged by Patrick, dared not to express her displeasure.

We entered the waiting hall. Patrick and I sat alone in the first-class lounge. After a while, Jeremy came in and looked at me, saying with some embarrassment, "Mr. Cowell, it's true that Miss Archer has 51 percent of the shares of Archer's Group. And..."

Speaking of this, Jeremy paused.

Patrick raised his eyes to look at him.

Jeremy continued, "And later, although Archer's Group didn't make any further big move, it donated money to some hope primary schools in the name of Miss Archer." "What?"

I was stunned at that time.

"Who is this person? What kind of great philanthropist is he?"

"How come he dared to use my name to do good deeds?"

"How could he use her name? Archer's Group has nothing to do with her in the first place." When Patrick spoke, there seemed to be some dissatisfaction in his tone.

It was obvious that this person's way of doing things had exceeded his expectations.

Jeremy frowned slightly, "It's like this. Miss Archer originally held 4% of the shares of Archer's Group."

Although I seemed to understand vaguely what Jeremy said later, I roughly understood the whole situation. To some extent, I was originally a shareholder of the Archer's Group. Now, I just turned from a small shareholder to a major shareholder.

As Patrick listened to Jeremy's words, his face didn't look good for a moment at all. He twitched his eyebrows deeply. After a while, he said, "I know. I will tell you about this when I go back."

After Jeremy left, I looked at Patrick and said, "Well...Is there a mistake? Or could it be that I probably know this person?"

Originally, I said so casually. After all, I didn't think that except for Patrick Cowell, there would be someone else who was such a capable person among the ones I knew.

Patrick took out his cell phone. Without looking at me, he just said, "Don't think too much."

This time, we were going to City S.

City S was the most developed city in the south.

By the time we arrived there, it had been 11 p.m. The hotel directly sent someone to pick us up. When we arrived at the hotel, the hotel manager went out to meet us personally and handed the room card to us.

Although it was nighttime, the hotel was brightly lit. The guests coming and going were basically dressed in formal attire.

It was as if I were the only one like an ugly duckling while standing behind Patrick.

For no reason, the more glamourous the people around me were, the more gloomy I would be in my heart.

Along the way, I didn't even have the courage to raise my head.

Even though the ones who served us had a friendly attitude towards me, I felt that they did so for Patrick's sake.

Initially, I thought that we were living in an ordinary suite. However, when the waiter led us into a suite, I was suddenly stunned.

It was the first time that I had stepped into a legendary presidential suite.

The big room was decorated with a splendid vintage style. And there was a floor-to-ceiling window with a full angle of 180 degrees.

"I wish you a happy night." After saying this, the waiter closed the door and left.

This room would cost at least tens of thousands of dollars a night. I looked at Patrick in disbelief, "Do you live in such a luxurious room every time you go out?"

Seeing everything in front of me, I had a feeling that poverty had limited my imagination.

Patrick unbuttoned his shirt and shook his head, "It's just that the meeting where I will attend this time is held in this hotel. Living here can highlight my financial strength."

"Oh, I see."

I, who was vaguely enlightened, nodded my head.

At this time, Patrick had unbuttoned several buttons of his shirt. He threw his trench coat aside and directly pressed me on the wall behind him. With one hand, he gently took off the mask on my face

and gently kissed me.

In the dazy moonlight at night, Patrick tasted my lips. He, who made a move on me gently at first, gradually acted unscrupulously. In the end, he began to invade every inch of my mouth in an overbearing way with his unique masculine smell.

I couldn't help but feel that I was out of breath.

He kept teasing me.

My body and my heart were both woken up by him, one by one.

He stretched out his hand.

"Bang!" The lights in the whole room were turned off. And the only one that was on was the light screens of the buildings outside the French window.

In an instant, the whole room was dyed colorful.

He held me in his arms and kissed me as he walked. And he moved all the way to the glass, pressing me there.

As his face was enshrouded in the colorful neon lights outside the window, his slightly cold face looked soft and illusory.

He picked me up in his arms. Wrapping around his waist with my legs, I was indulged in the rhythmic movements.

When we had an orgasm together, I heard him whispering in my ear, "Promise me that you will stay by my side forever."

"Pa..."

"Don't say anything that will make me sad tonight." He hugged me tightly and kissed my collarbone, "In fact, I find out that when you aren't around me, I am no longer mentally normal. You are my unique cure..."

My heart was beating fast. And I could feel his strong breath.

"He is so perfect."

"How can such a ragged me be worthy of him who is so perfect? I don't know how to move forward and retreat because of my inferior self-esteem."

"I thought I could have left him safely."

"I find that Patrick has a magic power, that is, even though he did so many things to hurt me..." This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"The longer I stay with him, the more I don't want to leave him."

"Then I'll do the operation after we go back."

I put my arms around his neck as I responded.

"Okay..." He agreed in a deep voice.

That night, I almost fainted in his arms.

The next day, I was awakened by the noise outside. Realizing that there was someone in the room outside and that I was naked. I was so scared that I got up quickly.

The ambiguous smell on my body hadn't subsided yet. I went to the bathroom with embarrassment and washed up, making myself smell fragrant.

When I came out in a bathrobe, I, who originally wanted to wear the clothes I had worn yesterday, found that the clothes were gone.

I had to brace myself and gently opened the door to the bedroom slightly with a mask on my face.

As I looked outside, I saw that there were three open hangers in the outside hall, two of which hung men's clothes, including sets of suits and shirts.

On the other hanger, women's clothes were hanging there, including formal dresses and clothes on usual days.

Three waiters were standing next to the hanger.

Patrick seemed to hear the sound of me opening the door and said to the waiters, "Hang these clothes in the locker room inside."

When several waiters were working, Patrick already walked over to me.

"These are..." I watched those waiters taking clothes inside one by one carefully.

Patrick said in a deemphasized way, "These are the clothes I will wear these days. If I brought clothes from City Y over here, the clothes would get wrinkled with ease. So I let the shop here send some here."

However, in my heart, I only thought of a saying. That was, capitalism was always evil.

At this time, one of the waiters took a set of gowns and walked carefully inside. I pointed at them and asked, "What about these?"

"I've prepared them for you." Patrick gently grabbed my hand, "There will be banquets in the following few nights. If you want to participate in the banquets, you can come down. If you don't

want to, I won't force you."