Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel Chapter 125

Seeing Caroline, the party got involved, left, the remaining middle-aged women dispersed as well.

I took a step back and kept a certain distance from Patrick. Looking at him, I said, "Mr. Cowell, thank you for being so kind to me. From now on, you are my brother-in-law as well as my boss. We'd better not have any contact in private."

After that, I walked out.

I didn't hear Patrick's footsteps behind me.

Feeling a little lost in my heart, I knew that such an answer from him would suit the situation the best.

I would find it the most desperate thing if he gave me any further hope.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the hospital and waited for a taxi, Patrick stretched out one of his arms to the front of me.

I lowered my head and saw a pink-diamond-necklace in his hand.

It was the birthday present he had given to me before.

My heart ached a little. And then I said, "Mr. Cowell, you don't have to do this."

Patrick only said two words, "Take it." Then he stuffed the necklace into my hands roughly.

It was the first time that I had seen the necklace during the day.

The golden sunlight set against the pinkdiamond necklace.

"Mr. Cowell, is there anything else?" I looked up at Patrick, trying to make my voice sound distant.

Patrick pulled me with one hand and took out a necklace from the pocket of his trousers with the other hand.

It was daytime now. And for the first time, I saw the necklace clearly.

Under the golden sunlight, the necklace was shining brightly, especially the pink- heartshaped diamond at the very front.

It looked so perfect, making others lust for it and look up to it.

It was just that we weren't in the same class. Neither were we in the same world.

It was just like Patrick and me.

I just looked at the necklace for a moment and wanted to return it to Patrick as I said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Cowell. It is too expensive. And it's not suitable for me."

"No way that I will take back the thing I gave to you."

Patrick grabbed me with one hand and immediately put the other hand of his in the pocket of his trousers without any intention to take the necklace over at all.

I insisted on returning it to him, "Mr. Cowell, how about you give it to Caroline? Even if she knew you gave it to me, I think she would also accept it happily."

"This is for you."

Patrick said.

His voice sounded a little cold.

"But I don't like it at all."

"If you don't like it, throw it away."

After saying this, Patrick finally let go of me and turned to leave.

I looked at his back.

I couldn't be sourer in my heart.

It seemed to be a farewell between Patrick and me.

And the necklace was the best witness of our farewell.

After I got home, I wrapped the necklace up with a towel carefully. Then I put it in a bag and put it at the innermost corner of the top floor of my wardrobe.

I knew that I might never wear this necklace again.

(To be continued)

Rosy had been in a coma all the time. The next day, I rushed to the hospital after getting off work. When I arrived at the hospital, I saw some policemen standing there.

One of them saw me and went straight over as he said to me, "You are Charlotte Archer, aren't you? Regarding Ms. Rosy, we have a few questions for you."

The police came straight to the point.

I had seen this kind of scene too many times. And I, who wasn't surprised, just nodded calmly and said, "Okay."

The police began to ask me the matter about Caroline's jumping off the building and what had happened on the day of Rosy's operation.

I answered their questions one by one.

At first, nothing went wrong. Later, the police asked me, "Before the operation began that day, did you see the surgeon, Doctor Roger?"

"No," I replied.