Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 449

"Ah?" I was stunned, saying, "Can you come back and pick me up?" Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

The driver immediately refused, "No! I have another order to take!"

Then he hung up the call directly.

"I'm the one who let him go."

I was confused. Then Patrick's voice rang behind me.

Looking back, I saw Patrick sitting in a wheelchair with a gloomy look on his face.

I frowned slightly, "Why did you do so? Mr. Cowell."

After making up my mind to leave, I changed how I addressed him and no longer called him Master.

Hearing my address, Patrick narrowed his eyes slightly.

He lowered his eyes and said after a long while, "The online car-hailing is not safe."

"Is it because of this?"

Hearing his words, I looked at him with some inquiry in my eyes, "Then how should I leave?" "Jeremy will come here to report to me tomorrow.

I will let him take you away then."

Upon finishing his words, he turned around and left in his wheelchair.

He left me only a view of his back.

"Oh."

Watching him leave, I felt extremely wronged in my heart.

From yesterday till today, I had been thinking to myself, "We have been working so hard for such a long time. After you are injured, which is a trivial matter, how come we can no longer move on?"

Even so, that was the truth. And I had tried my best.

I, who wasn't a maid anymore today, no longer needed to put on the clothes for maids.

Having finished my work in advance yesterday, I was idle today.

I had roamed around the manor yesterday.

After lunch, I couldn't stay in the room anymore. Somehow, I went up to the second floor.

By this time, Patrick surely had finished his lunch and stayed in his room.

When I went up to the second floor, I didn't see Tillie.

'Could it be that she was in Patrick's room?'

'Well... that is possible. After all, they...'

Thinking about this, I felt a burst of uneasiness in my heart. Gently raising my hand and clenching it into a fist, I wanted to knock on the door.

'However, if the two of them happen to make love in the room and I just go in like this, won't I disturb them from having fun?'

'Forget it.'

I turned to leave...

"Bang!"

A loud noise came from inside the room!

For a moment, I was anxious!

"Patrick Cowell!"

I was so scared that I knocked on the door in a hurry!

However, no one responded from inside or came to open the door.

I tried to open the door, only to find that the door had been locked.

"What's wrong?"

At this moment, Tillie's voice came from behind me.

I looked back and saw Tillie standing behind me. Upon seeing me, she was somewhat surprised.

I vaguely felt that this sound was similar to the one when Patrick had fallen off the wheelchair back then.

Fearing that something would happen to Patrick, I said quickly, "There was a noise inside the room just now. I don't know what happened!"

"Really?" Upon hearing what I said, Tillie was nervous. She quickly went to the door and wanted to open it.

"The door is locked. Do you have the key?"

Tillie shook her head.

"Don't you have one?" I was a little surprised, "Then who has the key here?"

"I'll go ask!"

After finishing her words, Tillie ran away.

Standing alone at the door of the room, I felt g a little nervous and kept knocking on the door, "Patrick, Patrick! Are you inside?"

There was no response from inside.

Only a few minutes had passed away ever since I heard the sound. But I, who couldn't be more nervous, kept imagining bad things in my mind.

'What if Patrick falls inside and hits his head? What if he is in a coma?'

'Will something happen to him?'

I was burning with anxiety.

At this time, messy footstep was heard!

Tillie and a bodyguard ran over.

The bodyguard held a bunch of keys in his hands. After a long time, he found a key and inserted it into the keyhole.

He turned the keyhole over.

As soon as the door opened, I rushed in.

The whole room was empty!

The bathroom!

I rushed into the bathroom.

As expected...

The scene in the bathroom was the same as I thought. Lying on the ground alone, Patrick looked at the ceiling with no vitality in his eyes.

He wore a pair of pants that had been stripped to half of his legs.

Hearing footsteps behind me at this time, I quickly closed the door and said to the bodyguard outside, "It's all right. You can go out. I'll deal with the rest."

"Is he all right?" Tillie couldn't help looking behind me.

Seeing her like this, I thought of Patrick's current situation.

'Could it be that...'

'Could it be that Patrick and Tillie didn't fall for each other at all?'

At the thought of this, I felt much better and waved to Tillie, saying, "I'm here. I'll call you if I need any help. You can leave now."

"Oh, I see."

Tillie looked reluctant.

According to Patrick's attitude towards her before, she should have gone in to see what was going on.

After all, in any case, she is the one who is favored. And she doesn't have to be afraid of me at all.'

'But she dares not do so, which further proved my guess.'

The bodyguard went out first.

Tillie, who was hesitant for a while, dared not to do anything and left as well.

It wasn't until the two of them left that I returned to the bathroom, only to see that Patrick had sat up from the ground with a faint expression on his face.

Without saying a word, I walked over and sat on his body. With my arms around his neck, I asked with some coquetry, "Fortunately, I found the truth out. Otherwise, if I left in anger because of your stimulation, you could no longer get me back."

Patrick looked at me. There seemed to be a bit of vitality in his eyes. Curling up the corner of his mouth, he said with a self-deprecating smile, "It is not worth it if you stay because of me, a good-for- nothing."

"You're not a good-for-nothing, okay?" I was a little unhappy, adding, "For me, you're Patrie Cowell. As long as it's you, it's enough."

I took the initiative to kiss him.

He didn't refuse.

However, instead of deepening the kiss, I slowly supported him with my hands. With his hands against the floor, he exerted a lot of effort, managing to sit on the stool.

Judging from the condition of his body, I found that Patrick seemed to have taken a few baths by himself. However, I turned on the faucet, "I'll help you take a bath first."

He nodded with an indifferent look on his face.

He neither accepted nor refused me.

I took it as a consent.

Soon, I was done with filling the water in the bathtub. However, it would be a strenuous thing to help him move from the chair to the bathtub.

To prevent him from falling down, I placed a towel

on the side of the bathtub.

Then I asked him to go into the bathtub by himself.

Sitting on the side of the bathtub first, Patrick dipped into the water.

As he was about to be immersed in the water, he suddenly wrapped his long arms around my waist before I could come to my senses...