Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 444

In fact, even though Patrick asked me to wash the curtains, I never thought of giving up.

Anyway, the curtains in themselves weren't dirty. I only had to wash them and hang them outside.

I spent an entire day washing two pieces of curtains roughly. Then, I carried them in my arms and hung them somewhere to dry.

It wasn't a difficult job for me. However, the water was too cold. After a day, my hands were frozen and swollen.

Maybe it was because I had suffered a lot before that such a petty thing was nothing to me.

At sunset, Tillie cooked dinner and sent it upstairs to Patrick.

Without getting permission to go upstairs, I made some dinner by myself. NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

After a while, Tillie sent the tableware down. Before she could put the tableware away, a bodyguard came downstairs and said, "Mr. Cowell asks you to help him take a bath."

"Okay."

As Tillie heard this, she seemed to be a little blushed again.

Putting the tableware down, she went upstairs without continuing to wash them.

I stared at the food on the dining cart, only to find that Patrick hadn't eaten much of them. What had been carried upstairs was rarely touched and carried downstairs again.

Without bothering with them, I went back to work.

Initially, I was happy to get time off for my work. After working for a while, at the thought that Tillie had gone upstairs to help Patrick take a bath, I couldn't help but feel annoyed. And I wasn't in the mood to work at all.

I took a look at the time and found that two hours had passed by ever since Tillie had gone upstairs.

"Did they take such a long bath?"

"Since Patrick can be aroused in front of her, will he..."

With wild thoughts on my mind, I was so irritated that I couldn't focus on the work anymore.

After thinking for a while, I turned off the computer, walked to the corridor, and found Tillie's room.

"Knock. Knock. Knock."

After that, I pressed my face against the door and listened to the noise inside.

It was quiet inside.

It meant that Tillie hadn't come back yet.

"In that case, does it mean that..."

With uneasiness and reluctance in my heart, I went upstairs, only to find that unexpectedly, there were no bodyguards on the second floor at this time.

I walked straight to the door of Patrick's bedroom.

And I pressed my ear against the door.

To tell the truth, the rooms here were soundproof. Although I tried my best to eavesdrop on the movement inside, I couldn't hear anything at all.

What the hell were they doing inside?

I didn't know.

Human beings were all curious. Failing to hear anything, I was more unreconciled and eager to know the truth.

I made up my mind that if Patrick didn't need me, then I would go.

After confirming this point, I raised my hand and knocked on the door.

There was no sound inside the room.

When I was hesitating whether to continue to knock on the door, someone suddenly opened the door.

I looked up and saw that it was Tillie who had opened the door. She wrapped herself in a bath towel in a disheveled manner, indicating that she had put the bath towel on in a hurry just now.

Her hair was a little messy. And her face was blushed.

Without wrapping the bath towel high, she revealed her deep cleavage. Meanwhile, the red marks on the revealed fair skin were particularly dazzling.

I bit my lips. For a moment, I only felt that everything couldn't be more ridiculous!

"Janetta, what... what are you doing..."

Tillie's face couldn't be redder. And she clutched the bath towel tightly.

I finally understood what it was like to know that my husband had a love affair with a maid.

I had never been as angry and wronged as I was at this moment!

"Get out of my way!" I raised my hand in a rage, pushed Tillie away directly, and pushed the door open!

As soon as the door was pushed open, I saw Patrick calmly lying on the bed and looking at me.

And he was covered only by a thin quilt.

I saw that somewhere down Patrick's abdomen rose high inside the quilt.

At that moment, my tears fell down.

As Patrick looked at me, his eyes were full of disgust. And he asked, "Did you see it? If yes, go out."

"No, I won't!"

"I can't accept this!"

Walking forward, I was about to lift the quilt to see what was going on. But Patrick pressed the quilt tightly.

He asked, "This is your last bit of dignity. Don't you want it?"

I looked at Patrick.

The look in his eyes was as cold as ice, stinging me with pain.

"Is this my last bit of dignity?"

Yes, he was right.

"If I lift the quilt and see that his part down there is fine, what does it mean?"

"It means that I can't arouse Patrick anymore!"

"Sister Janetta, what are you doing?" Tillie, who was a little reluctant, came over.

I looked up at Tillie. She looked vigorous as a young girl should be. With a heart-shaped face and a pair of beautiful eyes, she was like the most precious black pearl in Tahiti.

It made sense. Didn't all men like young and beautiful girls?

Clenching my hands into fists, I burst into tears, soaking the mask on my face wet.

I bit my lips with my teeth and coughed desperately.

I didn't know whether it was because of my heartache or the physical pain. Every time I coughed, my chest was in much pain.

As Patrick saw me like this, his face didn't change at all. He just said, "If you have seen enough of such a scene, go out. Don't ruin my interest."

"Alright." I nodded. Although I wasn't willing and felt that I couldn't lift my legs, I forced myself.

And I left.

When I reached the door, Tillie ran over and closed the door.

Squatting at the door, I couldn't hold back my tears.

I sat there and thought of the grievances I had suffered for Patrick over these days. He deliberately made things difficult for me. Even so, I didn't leave.

I was a designer. My hands were important to me. But for him, I don't care about my hands at all.

What did I get in return?

I squatted there and couldn't control my emotions anymore. And I started to cry sadly.

I didn't know how long I had been crying.

During this period, I knew that Tillie didn't come out at all.

In the end, I was tired of crying. And my throat was hoarse. Standing up, I went to the kitchen, drank some water, and went back to my room to pack things up.

Without much stuff, I quickly packed my things up.

As I carried the suitcase and went out, I remembered what I had said to Melissa.

I told her that I wouldn't leave Patrick.

Yeah, I had been mentally prepared before coming here, hadn't I?

I stood at the door and clenched my hands into fists. With my eyes closed, I kept comforting myself.

Finally, I made up my mind. Sitting down on the bed, I shouted, "I'm not going!"

"I won't go!"

Even if Patrick really had a love affair with Tillie now, what he had done for me was true.

What's more, he might deliberately do so to deceive me.

In fact, nothing had happened.

I told myself so in my heart.

Then, I put my things back, turned on my computer, and started working.

This night, I worked quite efficiently. I finished my work which I originally scheduled to be finished tomorrow at about 3 a.m. Then I forwarded my work to Nancy and went to bed.

The next morning, I woke up at 7 a.m.

I went to the backyard and continued to wash the curtains.

Upon seeing me, the bodyguards were all stunned.

But Tillie was the most surprised one.

She specifically ran to the backyard and asked me, "Ms. Nolan, why haven't you left yet?"

"Naha, Ms. Nolan."

She changed how she addressed me so quickly.

Without looking up, I asked while washing the curtains, "If you call me Ms. Nolan, will you address Mr. Cowell as your uncle in bed?"