Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel Chapter 200

Amanda was quite beautiful. She was especially so with makeup which made her facial features clearly-outlined.

In front of her, I couldn't help but feel a little self-abased.

I subconsciously covered my face with my hands and shook my head.

Amanda smiled and said, "I am Mr. Cowell's newly hired secretary. My name is Amanda." She reached out to me and said politely, "Hello, Mrs. President."

When she called me Mrs. President, she emphasized it..

I shook her hand with one hand and covered my face with the other.

Amanda said coldly with her arms crossed in front of her chest, "I wonder why Mr. Cowell takes a fancy to you? You're just an ugly woman with a distorted face."

Although the incident yesterday made me feel a little diffident about my face, I didn't flinch at all in the face of Amanda's provocation. I leaned against the sofa, put my hand down, and said faintly, "You are so beautiful. And

you have a good body figure. What's the use of these? Has he ever looked at you seriously?"

After that, I glanced at Aranda from the corner of my eyes.

Her face was slightly twisted. And she said, "I am just a secretary. And I have no extra thoughts about Mr. Cowell. I dare not expect to have such a good fate."

"That's good."

At this time, my cell phone rang in my bag.

I took it out and saw that it was a text from the patron which read, "How is your face?"

Thinking that it was the sponsor who saved me last time, and that I didn't even say goodbye to him before leaving the hospital, I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. I quickly replied to his text, telling him about my recent situation and expressing my gratitude to him in the end.

When I finished sending the text, I took a look at Amanda and found that she was still looking at me by my side.

She seemed to be reading my text. I was immediately a little unhappy, saying, "You are the President's secretary. Could it be that you can sit here so unscrupulously when the President isn't here?"

"I've always been in Mr. Cowell's office at my free will." Amanda smiled. Even so, she dared not to stay, shrugged, and stood up, "Mrs. President, I don't think you can sit in this position for too long."

"Oh."

I said flatly.

I didn't intend to hold on to this position for too long either.

This position as well as Patrick was both a combination of contradictions for me. However, since so many things had happened, I just wanted to escape.

About half an hour later, Patrick returned.

The moment he opened the door, his face was still cold. However, as soon as he saw me, his face was no longer cold. And he said with a smile, "Let's go home."

"Yes."

I nodded.

I got up and left with him.

When we passed by Amanda, I saw that her face was full of melancholy. Staring at me with a pair of coquettish eyes, she seemed to intend to swallow me alive!

Patrick and I went back to the car. After a moment of hesitation, I said, "Regarding

Amanda..."

"What's wrong? Are you jealous?"

Patrick leaned forward and fastened the seat belt for me. There was tenderness in his eyes.

"Am I jealous?"

Somehow, I had an inexplicable sense of trust in Patrick. At least, I believed that Patrick wouldn't even take one more look at this kind of flirty woman like Amanda.

Seeing my indifferent look, Patrick shook his head helplessly, leaned over, and kissed my forehead, "She is a honey trap set up by my opponent."

"Hm? A honey trap?"