Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 443

Patrick called an doctor over for me.

The doctor gave me an injection and prescribed the medicine. It wasn't until I lay in bed for about three days that my fever was basically relieved.

But I would cough sometimes.

Fearing that I would infect others, I put on a mask.

Over the past few days, Tillie had completely taken over my job, taking care of Patrick's life.

I saw that Tillie stayed in Patrick's room for a few hours many times, feeling quite sad in my heart.

I wanted to ask them what they were doing inside.

I was afraid that Patrick would ask Tillie to help him take a bath as I did for him.

Although I thought that Patrick wouldn't do that, upon further deliberation, I felt that it was probable.

That evening, once again, Tillie stayed in Patrick's room for three hours before going back. Upon bumping into her in the corridor, I saw that she got somewhat soaked on her body and couldn't help asking, "What are you doing in Mr. Cowell's room?"

Tillie looked at me and looked somewhat embarrassed, saying, "Nothing."

I didn't know if it was my illusion. In the dim light of the corridor, I always felt that her cheeks were a little blushed.

Although I was unwilling to give up, I nodded my head.

I went to the kitchen and met a bodyguard. Upon seeing me, he came over and said, "Janetta Nolan, according to Mr. Cowell, you need to wash these curtains. Well take them off for you tomorrow. Go wash them then."

"Oh... Okay."

It seemed that Patrick really wanted to drive me away.

He forbad me to get close to him and kept asking me to do these things.

Grievances and anger were all over my heart.

I went to the kitchen to get water and took the medicine, planning to go back to my room and work for a while.

As soon as I turned on the computer, someone knocked on the door.

Before I could speak, Tillie's voice came from the door, "Sister, are you asleep?"

'Tillie. Why is she looking for me so late?'

Without overthinking it, I got up to open the door.

Upon opening the door, I saw Tillie dressed in a set of pajama. She saw me and immediately pulled my hand, asking, "Sister, I want to ask you something. Is that okay?"

In fact, I wasn't very familiar with Tillie. What she was doing made me uncomfortable instead.

After a brief moment of hesitation, I nodded my head.

Tillie came in. Upon seeing my computer, she looked envious, "I...how can you get such a good computer? Did Mr. Cowell give it to you?"

I sized Tillie up.

To be honest, judging from Tillie's outfit, she tried her best to look like a bumpkin.

However, I always felt that she was less of a countryside girl based on her temperament.

She wasn't like Emily who was a girl from the countryside at a glance.

On the contrary, Tillie looked more like a college student, a well-educated college student.

What she had said just now was incompatible with her temperament.

I hesitated for a moment and said, "This is mine."

Tillie sat behind me and looked at the design software on my computer, asking, "What is this? It looks so advanced. Is it C++ language?"

"No, it isn't."

"Oh, what's it? You're so awesome! You know almost everything!"

There were traces of admiration in Tillie's words.

I looked at her suspiciously and felt that something was strange. Even so, I couldn't tell what it was.

I, who didn't want to have more contact with her, was a little impatient. So I asked her, "What do you want to see me for?"

Hearing my words, Tillie patted herself on the head and said in embarrassment, "Oh, I forgot it. I'm here to talk to you about something serious."

"Go ahead."

My tone was a little cold.

Tillie acted as if she didn't sense my indifference, came close to me, and said, "Well, here is the thing, Mr. Cowell can't feel anything in his lower body, right? But his part down there is normal."

"Which one are you referring to?"

I could roughly guess what she was talking about.

But I wasn't too sure.

"His private part!" As Tillie said, her face was a little red.

"What on earth are you talking about?"

I continued to ask.

Hearing my question, Tillie seemed to be anxious, leaned over to me, and whispered in my ear, "His cock."

Hearing her words, I felt nervous in my heart.

"What? Can Patrick's part down there be aroused?"

"That's impossible."

Last time, what I had done was excessive...

"Could it be said that the reason why Patrick didn't feel anything was that the counterpart was me?" This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

To confirm my guessing, I asked her, "How did you know?"

"I... I..." This time, I was sure that Tillie's face was red. Clutching at me with her hands somewhat tightly, she said, "Because I...I saw it."

"Did you see that?"

"Yes..." Tillie nodded and lowered her head, whispering, "In fact, I helped him take a bath in his room tonight. Then I saw his part down there erected. And... and... and... it's very big..."

Before Tillie finished her words, her voice was so low that it could hardly be heard.

However, I still heard every word of hers clearly.

I felt as if someone were pinching my heart with an invisible hand and that I couldn't even breathe with ease.

As expected, could it be that Tillie and Patrick had taken a shower together?

Once upon a time, Shelton and Emily had an affair too.

But I didn't feel anything at all.

Today, Patrick was the one getting involved. On the contrary, I felt so much pain in my heart that I couldn't breathe. Clutching at the bedsheet tightly with my hands, I bit my lips tightly with my teeth, forcing myself to calm down.

Tillie didn't seem to notice my abnormality, whispering, "I...I'm still a virgin. So I dare not help Mr. Cowell take a bath anymore." Then she asked, "Sister, have you ever helped him take a bath? Did something like this ever happen?"

"I did. But it didn't happen." I felt a burst of irritation in my heart before saying to Tillie, "Don't call me sister. Call me Janetta Nolan."

"But you're older than me."

"Then call me Sister Janetta."

"Oh, Sister Janetta."

Tillie felt wronged.

I stared at her and wondered if she was showing off or asking me from the bottom of her heart.

She was clearly young. But I felt that I couldn't see her through.

"Leave now. I'm going to work."

I was a little frustrated.

Hearing my words, Tillie was unappy right away, "Why did you talk to me in such a tone? We're both servants. Why do you act like you are superior to me?"

Her change surprised me a little.

I looked at her. It seemed that Tillie didn't think that her behavior was inappropriate at all.

In this way, she looked a little like Emily Welch.

But I didn't mind, saying calmly, "This is my room. Did I do anything wrong by asking you to go out?"

"You... you offended Mr. Cowell. Why are you so arrogant? I just heard it. The bodyguard said that you needed to wash the curtains tomorrow."

After that, she got up and went out.

Well, she looked more like Emily Welch in this way.

I turned on the computer and didn't go to sleep until 2 a.m.

Early the next morning, the bodyguards took off half of the curtains in the manor. The curtains here were thick and large. Without a special washing machine, I couldn't wash them with ease.

They not only asked me to wash them but also specially prepared a huge basin for me which could only be put in the garden rather than inside Aristocratic Family Complex.

To do the laundry, I had to use cold water.

It was so cold.