Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel Chapter 194

"Should I go back?"

I was a little hesitant. For no reason, I was unexpectedly a little addicted to this kind of plain and beautiful life I was having now.

A few days ago, I even went to inquire about the work in the town.

Although an ordinary waiter's income here was only 3,000 in local currencies, because of the cheap goods price, I could have a very good life here.

At that moment, I even wanted to stay here.

It would be nice to stay here for the rest of my life.

When I and Shelton walked back, a car was speeding toward us with roaring sounds of the engine.

As the car was about to hit us, the driver began to brake!

The harsh braking sound echoed on the street of the quiet town.

I looked at the car. And my heart tightened.

The next second, a man in a black trench coat got out of the car.

It was Patrick Cowell.

It wasn't until I saw him for the second time that I recognized him.

Patrick in front of me had completely changed. He was very thin. And the black trench coat on his body seemed to be a little loose. When he saw Shelton and I, his eyes were full of sarcasm. And he said, "Uncle, you brought my baby here to play house with you. I exerted great efforts at finding you."

I looked at Patrick. His black eyes were horribly cold. And his whole body was full of anger.

Fear permeated through me!

Shelton protected me behind him, "Patrick, I am planning to talk to you about this after I go home tomorrow. Since you're here, then we'll..."

"Shut up! Who the hell wants to talk to you? What right do you have to talk to me?"

Patrick rudely interrupted Shelton, stepped forward, and carried me on his shoulders!

"Ah!" I was startled, "Patrick Cowell, put me down!"

"You are dreaming." Patrick shuffled me into the car, looked back at Shelton, and said word by word, "Uncle, for the matter between the

two of us, I will settle it with you slowly after I am home."

After that, he closed the car door.

The driver started the car.

"Where do you live?"

"What?"

I was stunned.

"Where do you live? Tell me!" Patrick looked at me. And his eyes were like those of a bloodthirsty beast.

"I..." I didn't know what he was going to do. So I dared not to tell him my address.

Patrick's current mood even made me feel that after he got to the place where I lived, he would burn the house in a second.

Patrick paused and sneered, "No, I should ask where the two of you live, shouldn't I?"

"No." I knew that Patrick misunderstood me, saying, "I live separately with Mr. Shelton."

"Mr. Shelton? I've told you long ago that he's my uncle. How can you call him like that? Call him the same way as I do. You should call him uncle! Do you understand?"

When Patrick spoke, he was holding onto my wrist tightly with his hands.

Only two weeks had passed after we had seen each other last time. However, Patrick seemed to have changed into another person. He was irritable and bloodthirsty.

When I was in prison, what I feared most was this kind of person.

There were too many people like this in the prison. They threatened me and forced me. But I didn't know how to resist!

"Tell me, where do you live?" Patrick looked at me, "If you don't tell me, I'll burn the houses one by one until the fire reaches your house."

"Are you crazy?"

"Yeah, I'm crazy. I was driven crazy by you!" Patrick looked at me with a scary look in his eyes.

I was frightened. And I lost.

I told Patrick where I lived.

Patrick pulled me out of the car and pushed the door open as he directly walked in.

Because of the good public security in this town, I didn't lock the door at all.