Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel Chapter 155

When I called out this name, I could feel that the man, who was holding me in his arms, clearly became stiff.

I didn't care about it. I only felt a little cold. And I subconsciously slid into his arms.

By the time I woke up again, the sky outside had been bright.

I sat up and rubbed my head. It seemed that I was less dizzy. And the fever had subsided.

I looked around.

And I saw that my room was empty.

I got up and walked to the bathroom. The door of the bathroom was half- closed. I pushed it open. Although the lights inside were turned off, I could see that no one was inside.

I turned around, intending to go to the swimming pool in the yard.

As soon as I took a step, I realized that I was looking for someone.

I was looking for Patrick.

I didn't realize it. When I saw that he wasn't there, I was disappointed in my heart.

"No, I can't do that."

I shook my head desperately, trying to get Patrick's things out of my mind.

After all, I should have drawn a clear line with him early.

I measured my body temperature. And sure enough, the fever had subsided.

It was about five a.m. now. And the breakfast hadn't begun yet. I took a bath and changed my clothes, waiting for breakfast to begin at 7:30 am.

As soon as I pushed open the doorat 7:30 am., I saw Patrick standing at the door and sorting out his clothes.

When he saw me, he was stunned at first. Then he directly blocked me at the door of my room. The look on his expression indicated clearly that he was unhappy. And he said, "Why did you get up?"

"I am going to have breakfast."

Admittedly, when I saw Patrick, no matter how hard I pretended to be calm, my beating heart exposed me.

Patrick was very tall. As soon as he reached out, he grabbed both frames of the door and looked down at me, "Charlotte Archer, based on your current situation, are you going out to have a meal? Are you going to give up this competition?"

Our eyes met. And he looked at me with concentration, causing my heart to skip a beat.

I lowered my head and said, "No, I just want to have a meal."

"You can also have a meal in your room. I've already asked the chef to cook some food. They will send some over in a minute."

While Patrick was speaking, he was still clutching onto the frames of the door with his hands. He didn't intend to let me leave at all.

Helplessly, I stepped back.

Patrick followed in as well.

For no reason, I felt that Patrick was in a bad mood today. Although he looked at me without any extra expression on his face, he made me pressured.

I sat on the sofa and turned on the computer, trying to find something to do. However, as soon as I turned on the computer, he came over and turned off my computer as he said in a cold voice, "You don't have to rush to do your work based on your current condition."

I kept starig at his hands which were pressing on my computer.

His hands were beautiful and slender.

However, a small piece of skin at the end of his middle finger which was slightly wheatcolored obviously looked paler than other places.

It seemed that he usually wore a ring there.

In terms of etiquette, this position should be reserved for a wedding ring.

He didn't have one now. He probably had taken it off before coming here to see me.

Thinking of this, I inexplicably felt a little annoyed and angry. I wanted to question him. But I knew more clearly about what was the relationship between me and Patrick. I wondered on what grounds I could question him.

With a lot of things going on in my mind, I didn't voice my confusion.

Fortunately, at this time, a waiter sent breakfast over.

The breakfast was for two person.

Patrick accompanied me to have breakfast.