Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel Chapter 103

It was clear that Patrick was stunned when he saw me.

"Who were you talking to?"

At this moment, I couldn't think of anything else. I only felt that Patrick was talking to someone over the phone about Seth's mother.

As far as I was concerned, the woman he had mentioned over the call was me.

However hard I tried to be disguised, I couldn't even pretend that nothing had happened.

"It's okay. It's about the company's business." Patrick was indeed such a good actor.

He immediately regained his composure and walked toward me with a faint smile on his lips.

I took a step back and thought of how I had trusted him during the day. It was so ridiculous of him to think of different ways to get away with it despite the fact that the evidence was conclusive!

"Patrick, I'm by your side now. If you hate me, we can go to hell together. Never should you

implicate innocent people in the future," I said word by word, looking up at him with an overwhelmingly indifferent expression on my face.

After that, I turned around, intending to leave.

Patrick grabbed hold of me and said with a serious look, "What's wrong? Weren't you fine before?"

"Patrick Cowell, didn't you ask me why I didn't go abroad with Seth? Now I can tell you why. It is because of Seth's mother, who was suddenly fired by her company. And her son was going abroad with me. So she couldn't bear the pressure and committed suicide. So we didn't leave."

Originally, I didn't want to tell Patrick about it. But now, I had to say it.

Patrick stood where he was and looked at me with an inquisitive look in his deep eyes. It seemed that there was a glimmer of injury in his eyes. Then he frowned deeply and asked me, "Do you suspect that I did it?"

"Who else could it be?"

Hearing my question, Patrick had a helpless look on his face as he told me word by word, "If I didn't want you to leave, with a phone call from me, you couldn't have got your visas done. How come I needed to spend a lot of effort to make a move on his mother? And I can't do such a despicable thing."

I was a little hesitant.

Because Patrick was right.

Patrick looked at me and knew that I didn't believe him. Then he said coldly, "At that time, I had decided to let you go. I didn't do anything else. As for whether you believe it or not, it's up to you."

After that, he changed into casual clothes and went out.

He didn't say anything else to me.

As I stood there and looked at the empty room, I was at a loss for a moment.

"Am I wrong again?"

I walked to the windowsill where Patrick had talked over the call and looked at the lamps and candles of myriad families before my eyes, feeling a little lost for a moment.

I picked up my cell phone and fliped through the phonebook. Finally, I called Lisa.

Fortunately, the call was connected.

As soon as she picked up the call, she asked, "Every time you call me, you are surely caught up by something. Tell me, what's wrong with you again?"

"Where are you, Lisa? Are you in City Y? I want to talk to you."

Now, I was so confused that I couldn't talk it out with Lisa by saying a few words to her on the phone.

Lisa said happily, "I'm at home. I just came back this afternoon. You can come to my house. It happens that you can help me cook some food. Hehe."

I turned around and glimpsed at the floor-to-ceiling clock in the living room, seeing that it was already past 9 p.m.

"How come you haven't eaten anything at such a late hour? It's not good for your stomach," I couldn't help but say.

"Yes, yes, yes. Come on, baby."

After Lisa finished speaking, she made a kissing sound over the phone.

About half an hour later, I arrived at Lisa's house by a car.

Her family was as messy as usual.