Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel Chapter 145

"We will be together for the rest of our lives."

Her words were tightly pinching my heart as if they were invisible hands.

And her words made me so painful.

Inexplicable jealousy welled up in my heart at that moment. She pulled me, which infuriated me more. I raised my hands and shouted, "I don't want to be involved in your business!"

I probably used too much strength.

Caroline fell backward.

I looked back and saw her sitting on the ground. Her expression indicated that she was somewhat in pain. And she was rubbing her butt with her hands.

The people around looked at us. And they looked at me with their eyes full of criticism.

I didn't bother to be a good person. When I was about to leave, I saw that people around me were staring at someone else.

Following the direction of their starings, I saw a man walking out of the building.

It was Patrick Cowell.

He wore the same suit I had seen just now.

When he saw Caroline who was getting up from the ground, he quickly stepped forward and helped her up.

At this time, I saw the bandage under Caroline's long sleeves. It seemed that the wound on her skin had not healed yet.

Was it a ruse of self-injury again?"

It seemed that she was pretending to have amnesia.

Caroline's move indeed worked every time.

After Caroline was pulled up by Patrick, she looked at me and immediately explained to Patrick, "I'm sorry. I can't even walk properly."

I thought she would say that it wasn't me who had pushed her down.

Patrick had been staring at her. Then he patted the dirt off her body and shook his head, "Why are you here? Didn't the doctor say that you're not allowed to run around?"

"I... I just didn't remember what you looked like when you were at work. So I came here to see you. I didn't expect to meet Charlotte."

Caroline stood next to Patrick. And she was shorter than Patrick by more than 20 centimeters, which made her look like a tender and delicate woman.

As they stood together, it was a harmonious scene.

It seemed that after Caroline treated herself ruthlessly that day, Patrick would never take the initiative to look at me again if Caroline and I appeared at the same time.

"Since the situation has come to this, how can't I understand his point now?"

"Why do I still have to stand here and be embarrassed by them?"

I turned around and planned to leave. Then I heard Caroline's voice behind me, "Charlotte, let's have lunch together."

"Hehe."

I turned around. And Patrick, who had been staring at Caroline, finally looked at me.

But the way he looked at me was different from that he looked at Caroline.

As he looked at me, he wasn't distressed.

"It makes sense."

"After all, I am different from Caroline. I won't cry for pain, burst out crying, and act like a spoiled child."

"How could I beat her?"

"Men all like women like her."

"I am as stubborn and grumpy as a stone.

Men probably will find me fresh at first. But they will abandon me sooner or later. Then, they will find other tender women."

I looked at the two of them and paused for a moment before saying, "No need. Just call me out when you're having a wedding banquet."

After that, I left.

I felt a sharp pain in my heart.

I obviously wanted to cry. But my tears didn't flow out. Instead, I held them back.

My heart ached a lot.

I lost again.

It wasn't the first time that I had lost. But I still felt uncomfortable.

I walked on the street with my bag and got into a bar casually.

I ordered three cups of whiskey in a row.

When I ordered the fourth cup, the bartender pushed a glass of red cocktail to the front of me.

"What's this?" I looked at him in a daze.

The bartender looked at me with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, "This is the cocktail I made for sad women. It is called 'Lost in Dream'."

I shook my head and said with a smile, "I thought you would name it 'Say Goodbye to the Past."