Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel Chapter 219

"Is that so?" Simon looked at me with teasing in his eyes.

"Or else?" I looked up at Roger and pulled down the mask on my face with no hesitation. Then I asked him, "Would you like to have a woman like me as yours?"

Originally, I thought that Simon would refuse immediately.

However, he thought for a moment and said, "Normally, I won't accept a woman like you. After all, I can't lift my cock up when I look at you. But if you are useful, I don't mind accepting you."

I found Roger's words ridiculous. And I said, "Could it be that you think that you can threaten Patrick with me if you accept me?"

"Can't I?"

"If you had been a few months earlier, I might have been a little useful to you. But now, you won't have any chances."

I looked at Roger and smiled self-mockingly.

Then I pulled up my mask.

As I was about to turn around and leave, the door of the box behind Simon opened.

Patrick walked out from behind.

Patrick looked at me and then at Simon. Suddenly, his face became quite gloomy. And he went straight to me and said impatiently, "Why are you here?"

"Alright. Go back! I'll find someone to see you off."

As I was about to explain, Patrick interrupted me.

As Patrick spoke, he immediately took out his cell phone from his pocket and said, "Send Charlotte away."

Seeing this scene, Simon smiled. "Mr. Cowell, you are indeed so cruel. When she was a beauty, you hugged her in your arms and swore to make an oath to her every day, saying that you would be with her till the last day of the world. Now she has disfigured her face. And you kick her off immediately."

"I don't." Patrick immediately denied it, "She shouldn't have come to a place like this."

As Patrick spoke, his expression was always cold and indifferent. His attitude even reminded me of the days when I married him on behalf of Caroline back then.

How come someone change his attitude so quickly?

At this time, Patrick's driver came up and said that he was going to see me off.

I wanted to maintain my dignity which was the only thing that I had. So I said decisively, "Mr. Cowell, I don't need you to see me off. I met you here coincidentally today. It won't happen again."

Seeing this, Simon said happily, "Oh, Mr. Cowell, I'll see her off for you."

"Follow my driver." Patrick looked at me. His black eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice.

I wasn't surprised at all to hear him say this.

I took a step back and kept a distance from Simon, "I know what's wrong with you, Mr. Cowell. Even if you don't want me, no other man can touch me. But you can rest assured, Mr. Cowell, Mr. Simon isn't blind. He won't like me.

After I said that, I turned and walked in the direction of the box where Roger and Lisa were.

No one followed me.

Including Patrick and his driver.

I felt somehow empty in my heart. But I knew that what I was looking forward to wasn't something I could expect.

When I returned to my private room, I found that the door of the private room was open. Neither Roger nor Lisa was in it!

Only the waiters were cleaning up the room.

At first, I thought I had come to the wrong box. So I took a step back and looked at the box number. After making sure that I didn't make any mistake, I hurried in and asked, "Where are the guests?"

"Guests? They've left," The waiter saw me, thought for a moment, and said, "Are you called Charlotte Archer? The gentleman asked me to relay some words to you, saying that they're leaving first and that you should go back by yourself."

"What?"

"Did Roger take Lisa away? He surely won't do something good."

I quickly took out my cell phone and called Lisa. The cell phone kept ringing for a long time. And finally, I turned on the messagepost mode.

I didn't want to give up. So I continued to call Lisa.

I made a call to Lisa three times in a row. In the end, the call was connected.

I asked first, "Where are you, Lisa?"

There was a moment of silence over the phone before Lisa said, "I, I'm with Roger."

"Where are you? I'll go find you!"