Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel Chapter 250

Squinting at me out of the corner of his eyes, Patrick focused on driving saying nothing further.

In the mountain, the wind was strong. And it rained heavily. However, there was only some drizzle at the foot of the mountain.

The car drove all the way to Unit. 1, City Y.

I couldn't be more familiar with this place.

Watching the car enter the residential quarter, I said quickly, "Mr. Cowell, where are we going?"

Patrick said nothing.

Feeling terrified, I grabbed the handle of the car door and said nervously, "Mr. Cowell, if you're planning to take me to your house, I'm going to jump off the car."

"Feel free to do so."

Patrick held the wheel tightly with both hands without even looking at me. It seemed that whether I was alive or not had nothing to do with him.

In fact, I dared not to jump off the car.

My foot was injured. If I jumped off the car, I

surely would be injured. And I probably would be run over by a car at worst. In that case, it would definitely affect my work.

After weighing the pros and the cons, I sat in the car obediently.

As I expected, the car stopped at Patrick's exclusive parking space downstairs of his house.

Sitting in the car, he made a phone call and said briefly, "Someone sprained her foot here. Bring things here."

As he spoke on the phone, I took my things and got off the car by myself.

The altitude of the chassis of an SUV car was high. I jumped down and hit my ankle hard again, feeling so painful.

I gritted my teeth. Seeing that the leather seat in his car was covered with water, I took out a piece of paper from my bag and wiped it for him.

Patrick hung up the phone. Seeing that I was wiping the seat, he frowned slightly, "What are you doing?"

"Mr. Cowell, I am wiping your wet seat for you."

I said naturally.

I had to ensure that my actions were different from what I had done before.

Seeing me act like this, Patrick had an impatient look on his face and suddenly became furious, "I don't need you to do this!"

I was shocked. With my hands in mid-air, I didn't know what to do for a moment.

He walked past the passenger's seat with frustration all over his face.

I was so scared that I quickly put away the paper and closed the car door.

I jumped and took two steps back.

Without being hesitant for a second, he walked over and picked me up in his arms again!!

This time, I learned my lesson. Biting my lips, I didn't say a word.

He glanced at me from the corner of his eyes as if he had seen through my trick.

After calming myself down, I said, "Mr. Cowell, can you put me down?"

"No."

He said as he strode toward the elevator.

"No."

"I can't do this again. I don't want to be connected with Patrick anymore!"

I struggled desperately in his arms, saying, "Mr. Cowell, you have a wife now, don't you?

How sad your wife will be if she sees you hug another woman like this?"

"That's my business." As Patrick spoke, he held me in his arms with more strength.

We were getting closer and closer to the elevator.

I was getting more and more scared.

Once I entered Patrick's house, as for what would happen, it would be foreseeable.

I struggled in his arms with all my might!

Finally, he failed to hold me stably. I fell to the ground in a muffled voice!