Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 212

There were two boxes with one being purple and the other one being aquamarine.

"What's this?" I could tell at a glance that there should be accessories in the two boxes.

Patrick took off his suit and said, "The purple one was from Roger for Lisa."

"How about the blue one?"

"It is a gift from me for you."

"Me?" I picked up the blue box with a white ribbon wrapped outside. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

When I was hesitating whether or not to open the box, Patrick had changed his clothes and came over. With his hands on my waist, he pressed his chin against my neck, "Other women have gifts. And my baby surely needs to get one as well."

"Thank you..."

I felt warm in my heart.

"You don't have to thank me. As I said before, it's my turn to love you this time." As Patrick said, he held the box for me with both hands, "Open it and see if you like it or not."

"Okay."

I opened the box and saw that there was a necklace with a curved pendant looking like a smiling face in it.

I remembered that a colleague of mine had ever worn such a necklace previously.

Seeing this, I remembered the necklace Patrick had given to me before...

Patrick reached out and took out the necklace. The next second, I felt a chill on my neck.

He said as he helped me put the necklace on, "Jeremy recommended it to me. He said that this was very popular among girls. I guessed that you would like it."

"I like it. Thank you..."

At this time, Patrick had put the necklace on for me.

I lowered my head and touched the chain on my neck, feeling that there was an indescribable feeling in my heart.

In the evening, I finished dinner with Patrick. After that, we sat on the sofa together. He read the financial newspaper. While I sat on the side and drew sketches.

When Patrick was around me, I had been sketching him.

Every evening, I would draw him from any angle.

When it came to the relationship between the two of us, there were a few twists and turns in it. This time, I sincerely hoped that I could stay with him for a long time.

But I always felt uneasy in my heart.

It seemed that the relationship between the two of us was nothing more than a meteor crossing the sky. Even if I tried my best to catch it, I would be just a passer-by.

Therefore, I'd rather draw sketches of him. After that, I sprayed fixative on his sketch. I thought that it was considered an eternity. When I began to draw the second sketch of Patrick tonight, his cell phone rang.

He glanced at the cell phone and frowned slightly. It was obvious that he hesitated for a moment. And finally, he got up and went to the balcony.

I saw him answering the call on the balcony. While he was talking, he was pacing back and forth.

He paced back and forth on the balcony as he tightly knitted his eyebrows. It seemed that he had encountered something serious.

I, who forgot to draw, just looked at him.

About ten minutes later, Patrick finally returned from the balcony. He strode to the door with big strides and picked up his clothes.

Originally, he was ready to go out. He turned to look at me, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Turn off the lights and TV and go upstairs to have a rest. If someone comes here, call me immediately. Don't make a sound. Hang up your call after you hear the ring for once. And then..."

As he spoke here, he paused.

He seemed to try to figure out if there was anything he had forgotten to instruct me.

"Did something happen?" I looked at him.

He had never been like this before.

He was silent for a moment before he said, "It's okay. I'll turn off the light for you first."

After Patrick finished speaking, he left.

I sat in the living room. And only the TV was on across the entire first floor. I looked at the sketch with his silhouette in my hands with a faint uneasiness rising in my heart.

I turned off the TV and went upstairs to turn off all the lights.

Although I was a little scared, feeling that my heart had been hanging in the air, I tried my best to overcome my timidness to follow Patrick's instructions.

I lay on the bed alone.

It was as if I were waiting for something.

I lay there for a long time. But nothing happened. And I didn't fall asleep either.

My heart was in a mess. And a lot of conjectures poured into my mind.

I even wondered if Patrick would never come back.

Thanks to the moonlight outside the window, I saw that the clock on the wall indicated that it was 3 a.m.

It was 3 a.m. But Patrick hadn't come back yet. Could something have happened to him?

Should I call him? What if he misunderstood that something had happened to me?

When I was in a dilemma...

"Crack! Crack."

The sound of someone opening the door with a key came from downstairs.

My heart was about to jump out of my throat.

Finally, I curled up in the quilt with my heart pounding.

Then I heard sounds of footsteps indicating that someone was going upstairs.

It was Patrick.

During this period, I was quite familiar with the rhythm of his going upstairs.

After confirming that it was him, I quickly got up from the bed and went to the door of the bedroom. Then I saw that he had climbed up the stairs.

"Honey!"

I rushed over and hugged his neck all of a sudden.

When I realized how I was addressing him, I was a little shocked as well.

But soon, I couldn't care so much. I hooked my arms around his neck and pressed myself against his body closely, saying coyly, "Honey, let's get married, okay? I don't want anything. I just want to call you Honey."

He gently held my body and carried me to the bedroom.

The room was quite dark. I couldn't see his expression clearly. I could feel that he was quite tired.

I stood on the bed, making me look as tall as him.

Seeing that he didn't speak, I looked at his face under the moonlight and asked him, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Patrick was silent. He didn't say a word. I

could clearly sense that he hesitated for a moment. But he still opened his arms to hug me as he was exerting so much force.

It was as if he was trying to integrate me into his body.

He put his head on my shoulder.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

My heart skipped a beat. And I asked, "What's wrong?"

"Sorry, I, I can't marry you."

Although Patrick held me so tightly, he spoke briefly in the end.

"Why?"

"Because..." With him holding me in his arms, I could feel that he, who wanted to say something several times, held himself back. Finally, he said, "I need to get ready."

"... Okay."

I knew that he wasn't telling me the truth. But I knew that he wouldn't tell me what the authentic reason was.

He hugged me like this for such a long time that I even forgot that time was ticking away. Then he said, "Go to bed. Won't you have to celebrate Lisa's birthday tomorrow?"

"That's right."

"Sorry, I probably can't accompany you there. But I will try my best to pick you up in the evening."

"Alright."

I wouldn't force Patrick to do anything.

But I knew that something which was beyond his control seemed to have happened.

In the past, when it came to whether he could pick me up or not, Patrick would make his position clear, that was, either he could or he couldn't.

He would have never said that he would try his best.

I lay on the bed. And he went to take a bath. I, who couldn't sleep, listened to the sound of water in the bathroom for a long time.

When I was about to go in and have a look...

The sound of water flowing stopped.

After Patrick came out, he wore a sapphireblue bathrobe which he had rarely worn. After roughly wiping his body, he lay on the bed.

He was lying behind me. But this time, he didn't hug me.

However, it probably was because Patrick was sleeping behind me that I felt some sense of security. Then I fell asleep in a daze.

As I was sleeping in a daze, I seemed to hear

Patrick give out light moans beside me.