Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel Chapter 249

I was no longer a young girl.

I had let go of Patrick in my heart.

Even so, when I looked at him, I couldn't help but be confused.

Patrick's car was quite high- end. Its sound insulation effect was good. Sitting in the quiet car, I seemed to hear the sounds of my heartbeat!

He just looked at me. Sensing his staring, I became more and more flustered. And my face turned redder and redder.

As I thought he was going to kiss me...

"Crack!" There was a loud sound.

It was the sound of buckling the seat belt.

He sat back and asked me with a smile in his black eyes, "What? Are you a little disappointed? Do you think I will kiss you?"

"Director Ji, please don't joke with me."

I faced outside the car to hide the fact that my heart was about to jump out.

Five years had passed. Even so, I could be easily teased by him.

I felt that I was so worthless.

The car was speeding all the way. My mind was in a mess. And I didn't notice where the car was going.

Only after the car stopped did I find that it was a villa area.

Looking at the familiar buildings in front of me...

I was stunned!

It was actually where the wedding house of Patrick and me was.

No, to be exact, it was Patrick's and Caroline's wedding room.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cowell, what does this mean?" Although I was uneasy in my heart, I pretended to be puzzled, saying, "Could it be that you intend to arrange for me to live in your house?"

"Do you want to live in my house?"

By the time Patrick spoke, he had taken my luggage out of the car.

He had a quite complex expression on his face.

I hurried over and took my leather suitcase over, "I'm sorry, Mr. Cowell. I will stay in a hotel."

As I said that, I pulled my suitcase and walked out.

To pretend that I was unfamiliar with this place, I deliberately headed in the opposite direction of the exit of the residential quarter.

Patrick looked at me from behind.

Nor did he call me.

I didn't look back. I just walked forward with no hesitation. Knowing that it was a wrong road, I had no intention of turning back.

Finally, the sound of Patrick's leather shoes came from behind.

He came over, grabbed the bar rod of my suitcase, and said in a low voice, "You're going in the opposite direction. It's not an exit."

"Is that so?" I turned around with a look of distrust.

I looked up and saw his expression.

There seemed to be an irrepressible disappointment on his face.

"What is he disappointed about?"

"Could it be that I took the wrong path to prove that I wasn't someone he wanted?"

However, all of this had nothing to do with me.

Patrick pulled my suitcase and walked to the side of his car. After a moment of silence, he said, "Forget it. I'll take you to a hotel."

As he said that, he put my suitcase into the trunk of his car.

After I sat in the passenger's seat, he didn't buckle the seat belt for me anymore.

He sent me to a high- level hotel near the Institute of Gardening Design in City Y.

He booked a room for me in the reception area. Then he left.

Along the way, he didn't say a word to me.

Seeing that he paid the deposit of the room for me and turned around to leave, I felt that he was extremely lonely.

I felt extremely sour in my heart, feeling impulsive to call him to a halt.

However, I suppressed the impulse in my heart.

I knew that we couldn't go back to the past anymore.

"I'd better make him think that I'm not Charlotte Archer."