Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 26

"Of course it's my husband's." I smiled faintly and asked her, "What about yours? Whose is it? Are you going to deliver it or not this time?"

I knew that Caroline had aborted twice at college.

At that time, she dared not to let others accompany her. So she could only ask me to go with her.

Caroline trembled with anger by my provocation, "Charlotte Archer, you b*tch! I won't let you give birth to this child!"

After that, she left angrily with the test sheet in her hand.

I also felt a little uneasy in my heart. After all, Caroline was never a kind person. If her child died and mine was alive, she probably couldn't become Patrick's legal wife.

I began to ponder over whether I should tell Patrick about my pregnancy.

However, I put this matter aside because of my tight work schedule.

Two weeks later, on a weekend, Ned asked

me and Patrick to visit him at home.

When I saw Patrick in the car, I was in a trance for a moment.

In other words, we hadn't seen each other for almost a month.

The weather of various seasons in City Y was drastically different. Although it was in September, the weather was obviously getting colder. I wore a loose shirt to cover my stomach.

Ned looked at my loose clothes and immediately beamed with joy, "What's wrong? Could it be that my little grandson is on his way?"

I smiled and said, "Grandpa, how can it be so fast? If there is, we will inform you at the first time."

But Ned didn't let us go. He said mischievously, "Did this kid neglect you because he was too busy with his work? If so, tell me. And I'll take care of him!"

I immediately shook my head and reached out to grab Patrick's arm, who was right next to me, "No, Patrick treats me very well and cares about me very much. As for the matter of the child, it is up to fate. Don't you think so, Grandpa?"

"Yeah, I agree." Ned felt that what I had said was reasonable. So he did not ask any further questions.

Now, I had learned how to put on shows in front of Ned. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

I turned my head and looked at Patrick, who was also looking at me. And his expression was a little complicated.

I did pretty well over the dinner. And I didn't arouse Ned's suspicion.

After we came out, Patrick said first, "Your acting skills are getting better now."

His voice was a little cold. But now, I had already figured out what he was thinking about. And I wouldn't take the initiative to play up to him.

I stood by the side of the car and said flatly, "Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Cowell. I'll leave first."

I wouldn't take the initiative to humiliate myself again.

Just as I was about to leave, Patrick pulled my arm.

I turned to him and asked, "Is there anything else, Mr. Cowell?"

I knew in my heart that letting go of someone whom I had a crush on for twelve years was not something that could be done overnight.

However, I would try my best to look pretty indifferent.

Only in this way wouldn't I be embarrassed when I was driven away by him.

Patrick's gaze was even more complicated. He paused for a few seconds before saying, "Get in the car. I'll send you home."

As he said, he did not allow me to refuse as he got onto the back seat first. Then he moved to the inner position and left the empty seat at the door to me.

I hesitated for a moment and got in the car in the end.

"Caroline is pregnant."

As soon as I got in the car, Patrick brought up this matter.

It made my heart ache.

Originally, I thought he was sending me home out of his good intention. It turned out that he wanted to tell me this.

"Okay. And then?" I pretended to be calm and asked him, "Do you want me to give up my position to her or what?"

My reaction probably was beyond his imagination. Patrick looked at me inquiringly for a long time and said, "Let's wait until the baby is born."

We were both silent all the way.

Patrick wanted to send me back to his villa. But I told the driver to send me back to Lisa's address instead.

Seeing that the car was about to arrive at Lisa's house, I touched my flat belly and couldn't help asking, "Patrick, what if I'm pregnant as well?"