Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 204

I felt warm-hearted in my heart. I knew that he was sincerely doing so for my sake. If I wanted to go to the banquets, he would prepare a gown for me. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

If I didn't want to go, he wouldn't mind.

"Thank you, I, I won't go there." I was grateful to him for the fact that he took my feelings into his consideration. But I didn't want to cause him any trouble.

Soon, the waiter was done with putting away the clothes in the locker room and removed the hanger.

Judging from the series of movements, I realized that the business trip this time should be very important to Patrick.

I'd better stay in the room obediently.

Patrick didn't force me, "It's up to you. You can do whatever you want. Don't think that you will trouble me."

He went into the house to change his clothes. I looked at his back and felt a little strange in my heart.

I recalled our wedding night.

The man, who had pressed me under his

body and said that I wouldn't be even worthy of being his dog, unexpectedly treated the woman he loved like this.

"Knock. Knock. Knock."

Sounds of knocking on the door rang. As I was about to call Patrick, I heard Jeremy's voice coming from outside, "Mr. Cowell, the car is ready."

"He's changing clothes. Wait a minute."

Wearing a bathrobe, I couldn't open the door. So I hurried in to call Patrick.

He had put on his coat at this time. When he saw me, he pressed down my mask with his fingers and pressed them on my lips. Then he said, "Wait for me here until I come back."

After that, he went out.

I found a suit of clothes which I found convenient in the locker room and put them on. Then I sat in front of the dressing table.

The dressing table of this room was combined with the bathroom, making the dressing table very large. I sat there, took off the mask, and looked at my twisted face in the mirror quietly.

Everything would be fine if I covered my left face.

After I covered my right cheek, my left cheek would be rather ugly.

But when I revealed my two cheeks at the same time, it went the other way around.

I looked particularly ugly and savage!

"How can I, who look like this, accompany Patrick to a so-called banquet?"

I suddenly found the thought which had popped up in my mind just now stupid and ridiculous.

I got up and picked up the notebook and watercolor pigment. Sitting in front of the big French window, I began to draw.

I hadn't drawn for a long time. When I started to draw this time, I found that I had never put this technique behind and that I loved painting from the bottom of my heart.

I sat in front of the window and kept drawing one after another.

I kept drawing from the bright daylight till the sunset.

It wasn't until my stomach was growling that I realized that I hadn't eaten anything for a whole day.

I, who didn't want to go out, could only call the guest room service.

In the evening, Patrick came back at around

11 p.m. As soon as he pushed the door open and came in, I was greeted by the smell of cigarettes, alcohol, and strong perfume smell of women.

I couldn't help frowning as I asked, "Where have you been?"

"I was engaged in social activities."

As soon as Patrick saw me, he loosened his tie, hugged me directly, and took off my mask, kissing me, "Baby, I've been thinking about you all day long today."

When he kissed me, the taste of alcohol spread in my mouth. I could feel that he had drunk a lot of wine.

Of course, I could sense the smell of perfume as well.

I, who didn't know much about perfume, could distinguish that the smell of perfume and powder was from various women.

Feeling somewhat upset in my heart, I pushed Patrick away, "Alright. Go take a shower. You are smelly."

"Then you should accompany me."

Patrick didn't seem to notice my unhappiness and carried me in his arms to the bathroom.

The bathtub in the room was a huge square with no water in it.

Patrick indeed had drunk too much. He directly held me in his arms and sat inside. I was so scared that I screamed.

He, who didn't care at all, directly sat in and reached out to turn on the faucet next to him. Then warm water flowed out of the faucet.

As Patrick sat, I half-knelt on his body. I only felt that the warm water drowned my knees. As the water went up little by little, the clothes on my body were completely soaked wet.

"Your clothes..."

Patrick's clothes were all custom-made and high- class. Technically, they couldn't be drowned in water.

"Stay focused." He clung to my chin and kissed me. It seemed that he wasn't in the mood to care about the clothes or the price...

He, who probably found that I was so worried about his clothes, pushed me away and stretched his arms, "If you do mind, help me take off my clothes."

At this time, Patrick's pants were all wet. And half of his clothes were wet as well. Knowing it was useless to take off his clothes, I helped him take off his pants.

I couldn't do anything to his pants, which were wet. So I helped him take off his clothes and shirts first.

After that, I went to unbuckled his belt.

But there wasn't any button on his belt. I, who worked hard on unbuckling his belt for a long time, failed to unbuckle it. Although the water was hot and the massage function of the bath was working, making the waterspout hit my hand rhythmically, I could feel that something harder than the waterspout hit me...

Seeing my clumsy moves, Patrick, who was a little impatient, directly hugged me in his arms and took the next step by himself.

Before he could completely unbuckle his belt, he wrapped his arms around my waist and asked me to sit on his body...

At this time, the water in the bathtub had already reached my waist. He held me, kissed me, and murmured, "Baby, I have been thinking about you all day long today. Can you go with me there tomorrow or... at night? Come with me. I find that I have a strong addiction to you. From the past to now, I can't get rid of you no matter how hard I try."

"I, I'll wait for you here."

I was quite clear-headed.

Especially at this moment, I was facing the French window. As long as I looked up, I could see my face reflected on the French window. Although Patrick didn't mind...

I did mind.

"I don't mind at all. No one will mind." Patrick wrapped his arms around my waist, leading the movements.

"I'll wait for you here."

No matter how indulged I was, I was sober when it came to this matter.

Patrick and I made love from the bathtub to the bed. He seemed to have endless strength this time. No matter how hard he tortured me, he didn't feel satisfied.

When I woke up the next morning, Patrick had left.

I was the only one left in the empty room.

Only the mess in the room proved the madness of last night.

The life I had today was the same as that yesterday.

It wsa just that I was drawing in a different place.

After I had dinner that evening, the waiters in charge of the guest room service asked me indirectly whether they could clean the room. I remembered the messy scene in the room and hesitated for a moment. Then I agreed.

As soon as I promised, ten waiters came in at once.

They began to clean every corner of the

room.

I stood there as if I were someone useless in the room. Finally, I had no choice but to change my clothes and went downstairs with my room card and my bag.

I wore a mask and a pair of sunglasses with my hair draped over my shoulders. I covered myself tightly.

Walking in the hall, I even heard someone pointing at me and saying, "She can't be a star, can she?"

I, who had never been to City S, wondered where to go.

But I wasn't worried that I would get lost.

The hotel where I lived was the brightest building in this area.

I walked aimlessly on the street. When I just walked past an intersection, I saw a man in front of me pulling a woman's hair and pulling her into the alley!

"Is that Amanda?"

In the darkness, I could recognize Amanda's beautiful figure.