Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 84

It wasn't until a long time later that Patrick's voice rang outside the door, "Something's up. Some books and documents of mine are here. I want to take them back."

"Oh..."

"Yes. His things are indeed here."

Previously, I had been absent- minded. And then I was so busy with my work that I forgot this matter.

I didn't open the door as I said, "Well, Mr. Cowell, please wait for a moment. I'll pack your things up."

"I want to go in."

I heard Patrick's voice.

In fact, I was a little hesitant. But I thought that since we had got divorced, he should only be here to get his things back.

After he got the things he wanted, we shouldn't have future interactions.

I opened the door. And the cold air blew directly on my face.

Standing at the door, Patrick wore a grayblack coat. And there were a lot of snowflakes on his shoulders and over his head.

I was surprised as I thought, "Didn't he drive directly to the garage? How could there be such a strong chill on his body? And how come there is snow on his shoulder?"

"Could it be that he had come from the outside?"

But I didn't want to care too much about him. After letting him in, I turned around and said, "Mr. Cowell, wait a minute. I'll help you pack up your things."

There weren't many things of his in my house. To be precise, there were only a few ones, which could be all put in a paper bag.

I took his book and documents from the bookshelf in the living room, put them in a paper bag, and then handed them to him. Then I said politely, "Mr. Cowell, everything of yours is here. Please have a check and see if anything is missing."

Patrick took the paper bag over and didn't even glance at it..

He just stared at me with his black and profound eyes as he smiled bitterly. "It seems that you have lived a good life after divorcing me." "Yeah. I am good by myself." I pretended to be calm.

In fact, I didn't live a good life. Instead, I was very uncomfortable. But I couldn't say it.

Patrick nodded, "Alright."

I always felt that his eyes were a little blurred. But I didn't overthink it.

I walked Patrick to the door and said, "Goodbye."

Then I closed the door.

But as soon as I closed the door, I heard a muffled sound coming from the corridor. My heart tightened. And I hesitated for a moment and opened the door in the end.

I saw Patrick lying on the ground outside with his eyes closed.

"Patrick Cowell!"

I got nervous all of a sudden. Then I rushed over and tried to pat his face with my hands. But when I touched him, I found that his skin was terribly hot.

Then I touched his forehead and neck, only to find that Patrick was having a high fever!

I yelled out his name and forced open his eyes to make sure that he was indeed in a coma.

I hesitated for a moment, feeling that I couldn't just leave him here. So I began to think of a way to drag him into my house. But Patrick, who was sick, was too heavy. Even though I tried my best, I could only move him a bit.

Helplessly, I could only call the security guard of the property management. Then I asked him to drag Patrick to my room.

We moved Patrick to my bed.

At that time, I picked up my cell phone, intending to call someone to take him away.

But when I looked at the cell phone, I was confused again.

"Who should I call to take him away?"

Except for Caroline, among the ones who knew Patrick, I didn't have their contact number.

I took his body temperature with a thermometer, only to find that his body temperature was at 39.5 degrees.

I didn't understand, wondering why he, who was having such a serious fever, came to my house rather than go to the hospital.

But I couldn't care too much. I couldn't go against my will. I was worried that something bad would happen to him.

I could only call 911.

Before the 911 staff arrived, I intended to get a basin of water to help him cool down his temperature.

But as soon as I was about to leave, Patrick caught me with deadly grip, "Don't go."

I turned around and looked at Patrick who was in a daze, feeling that I was in a dilemna...

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"No. Don't go..."

I explained it to him. But Patrick still grabbed my hand and didn't let go of me.

His hand was very hot. And he insisted on holding onto me, making me feel that my body was a little hot as well. The way I saw it, if it went on like this, something bad surely would happen to him. If he became silly in my house because of his fever, the Cowell Family and Caroline Archer surely wouldn't let me go easily.

But when I wanted to get rid of his hand, Patrick raised his arm and held me in his arms. With hot breathing emitting from his thin lips, he said, "I miss you. Don't go. Don't leave me."

Patrick's voice was full of attachment.

My heart was pounding non-stop. But I was worried about him. So I had to pat him on his chest as if I were coaxing a child as I said, "I'll go and fetch some water. I'll be right back. I won't leave. I won't leave you."

"Really?"

Although Patrick spoke vaguely with his eyes closed, I could still understand what he was saying.

"Well, it's true."

Although I didn't say anything further, Patrick refused to let go of me and insisted on hugging me. Then I heard him saying a lot of words in my ear as he was in a daze.

This time, I couldn't hear some of his words clearly. But I heard him say, "I love you. I didn't say it before. I said it this time. So don't leave me."

Lying on top of him, I thought, "Who is he talking to?"

"Is he talking to me?"

"He shouldn't be..."

When I was guessing, I heard Patrick say, "Don't divorce me. We won't get divorced, okay? I love you."

His words made my heart beat violently!

"No divorce."

"Who is he talking to?"

"Could it be me?"

All of a sudden, I wondered whether Patrick had pretended to be ill and tried to trick me.

I wsa incredulous and refused to be tricked by him easily.

When I was in a dilemna, wondering how to ask him, there was a knock on the door. Followingly, a doctor's voice rang out.

I pulled myself away from him suddenly. As I was about to open the door, I heard Patrick behind me shouting, "Caroline..."

At that moment, I couldn't be sadder.

I felt that I was extremely ridiculous.

How could he have said those words to me?

Of course, he would only talk to Caroline Archer like that!

I rushed to open the door for the doctor. After seeing the 911 staff take him away and send him to Holy Spirit Hospital, I didn't bother with him anymore.

Before that, I seemed to have supressed all of my sorrows and sadness.

But at this moment, all of my sorrows and sadness broke out in an instant. However hard I tried to suppress them, I failed.

I stood in front of the window. And however hard I tried, I couldn't suppress my sadness anymore. I took out the bottle of red wine I had bought to please Patrick that day. Then I sat in front of the window by myself, drinking red wine one glass after another.

Before I knew it, I had drunk up a bottle of wine.

Although it was red wine, I drank it with an empty stomach. So my head was dizzy at this time.

"Ding-dong."

There came a sound from my cell phone. I got up and picked up the cell phone on the coffee table, trying my best to look through my blurred eyesight. Only then could I distinguish the content of the text on my cell phone.

The text read, "How have you been doing recently? I haven't contacted you for a long time. How's your study going? Are you doing well with your job?"

"Who is the text sender?"

I narrowed my eyes and looked at the sender ID on it.

It was a number that I hadn't ever saved.

But this number looked so familiar...

"Who could it be?"

I, who probably had drunk too much wine, dialed the number. It wasn't until a long time later that the call was connected. Then I only heard a voice, "Hello."

"Hello, who are you?"

As I drank, I spoke confusedly and incoherently.

The person over the phone introduced himself. Only then did it suddenly occur to me that the one over the phone was the one who had funded me to go to college!

"Sorry, sorry, I..."

"You're drinking."

Before I could finish my words, the one over the phone exposed me.