Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 330

"Don't open your eyes. You may be suffering snow blindness now." Patrick did not answer my question. Instead, he came over with a medicine chest in one hand and a towel in the other.

He let me lie on the sofa.

He put the towel on my eyes first, and then said, "I'll bandage your wound. Wait a minute."

I lay there obediently, feeling a little regretful for my impulsiveness.

"Your feet are completely blue because of the low temperature. Don't be impulsive in the future. If you have something to do, you can just ask me sincerely. How can I not agree?" As Patrick spoke, he gently grabbed my ankle and said, "I will sterilize the wound for you, it will hurt a little."

"All right."

I nodded.

As soon as I finished these two words, I felt a great pain in my ankle.

"Ouch—" I took a deep breath in pain.

My hand grabbed the towel on my eyes.

Patrick firmly pressed my foot. "I will finish my work soon."

I nodded, but it hurt so much that I couldn't even speak.

Soon, I felt that Patrick began to bind me up after the sterilization.

"Big Brother, you're quite good at it. Who taught you that?" Roger asked beside us.

"Shelton."

Patrick said indifferently.

For a moment, we all fell silent, and no one spoke.

Soon Patrick finished bandaging for me. He approached me and asked, "How are your eyes?"

I nodded with my eyes closed, not daring to open, because I would burst into tears as soon as I opened my eyes.

Lying there, I grabbed Patrick's hand and asked him, "Roger said that you were asked to give up the position by the board of directors?"

The man patted me on the forehead. "Don't worry, I'll handle these things."

"Let's go." I suddenly sat up with my eyes halfopen. I endured the discomfort and went upstairs. "I'm going to change my clothes now and leave. You can go and solve your own problem."

Patrick came over to support me, he did not refute me.

I went upstairs and fumbled for my clothes, but I felt that Patrick reached out his hands and wanted to untie the buttons of my clothes.

"I'll do it myself..."

"Close your eyes. I'll help you."

As soon as I spoke, I was interrupted by Patrick.

His voice was cold and serious.

I could only close my eyes obediently, waiting for him to help me take off my clothes.

In the dark, I could clearly feel his slightly callused, big palm touching my body from time to time.

It was a little itchy.

I was put on a winter clothes by him.

Later, I heard a voice. "I'll take you down."

Then I was picked up from the bed by him.

"Ah!"

"Hold my neck."

I obediently put my arms around his neck.

As we went down, I heard the man say in my ear, "Don't be afraid. Leave everything to me. I will help you solve all the problems, including Glenn. I will bring him to you unharmed."

There were many things that we needed to solve.

But when Patrick told me like this at this moment, and I was really assured by his words.

I believed that if he said it, he would really do it.

I leaned my head on the man's shoulder and nodded. "Well, I believe you."

Roger was amazed when he saw Patrick holding me downstairs.

It seemed that Patrick gave him a warning look, so he quickly stopped talking.

"Drive the car," Patrick said.

"Yes."

Roger said obediently.

Patrick put me in the car and went back to pack up some things. Then he came out and sat in the passenger seat with me. He found a pair of sunglasses and put them on my face.

Roger drove all the way to City Y. He asked Patrick, "Where are we going first?"

"Go to City Y No.1, and then call the doctor," Patrick said naturally.

When Roger heard this, he immediately said, "Big brother, are you crazy? If you go there now and let the reporters catch you, you will be trapped. Why don't you go to my place?"

Patrick thought for a moment and changed his words. "Okay, let's go to your place."

"Okay." Roger said.

Perhaps because I was wearing sunglasses, my eyes became much better. I looked up at Patrick. The man was holding a mobile phone in his hand and constantly sending messages. At this moment, he looked really serious.

For a moment, I felt that I had done something wrong.

I hesitated for a moment. Then I patted him on the leg and asked, "Patrick, will it bring you any harm if we leave the villa ahead of time?"

"Nothing serious."

Patrick patted my hand and only said two words.

But Roger, who was driving, was not happy about that. "What do you mean by 'nothing serious'? The day before yesterday, after the accident..."

"Just drive your car!"

Patrick directly interrupted Roger.

But I said, "Go ahead, I want to know."

"Now is the most dangerous time for Patrick. This time, the stock price of Towering High has fallen sharply. Shelton has already bought a lot of shares, and his shares are almost the same as my big brother's. But because the remaining shareholders are Grandpa Cowell's men, they will not sell their shares, but they all asked Patrick to give up his position of chairman. Big brother said that he needed three days."

I didn't fully understand his speech.

However, I seemed to understand part of it.

"After three days, then what?" I looked at Patrick.

"I have been negotiating with a technical team from Country R. If they join the Al development, we will be able to mass-produce our products this year at the fastest speed. However, they needed three days to give me an answer." Patrick said.

I roughly understood that this team should be the last bargaining chip for Patrick to keep his position of chairman. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

"So, why don't we go back?" I looked at Patrick, feeling extremely sad.

"No." Patrick shook his head. "The treatment for your foot can't be delayed. And we have to get Glenn back."

In fact, I missed Glenn all the time.

However, I also felt that Patrick had many other things to do, so I could not mention Glenn all the time.

Now that he said it, I asked, "What's going on with Glenn?"

Patrick held me in his arms and said with remorse, "I'm sorry, it's my fault. My uncle had hurt my people, deceived Ryan, and took Glenn on his own."

"Is that so?" I looked at Patrick.

For a moment, I felt that things might not be as serious as I had thought.

No matter how evil Shelton was, he would not harm Glenn.

After all, in the past few years, Shelton had been very good to Glenn.

Patrick nodded. "I have already asked someone to look for him. When I find him, I will bring Glenn back."

"Don't." I said quickly, "This will scare Glenn. It's better for us to have a talk with him... After all, I'm at fault too."

From a certain point of view, Shelton did so many things just for me.

Patrick listened to my words and his expression was extremely serious. "Talk to him? I'm afraid you still don't know him."

"But..."

"Let's talk about this when we get back. I'll take care of the board of directors first. As for Glenn, I'll come up with a solution."

Patrick held me in his arms and did not dare to loose.

It was as if I would disappear at any time.