Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel Chapter 264

"Could it be that someone had drugged me by putting something in the wine?"

If someone did this, it surely would be nobody else but Patrick.

When I raised my chopsticks in the air and let my thoughts run wild, Shelton's concerned voice came from the side, "What's wrong?"

To relieve his worry, I quickly put down the chopsticks and shook my head, "It's okay. I'll go to the bathroom."

With that, I walked to the bathroom, pretending to be calm.

In fact, at this time, everything I saw was blurred.

"How could this be..."

As soon as I arrived at the washroom on the first floor, a maid suddenly blocked the door and said to me, "I'm sorry, Miss Nolan. The washroom on the first floor is blocked. If you want to use it, go to the one on the second floor."

"The second floor?"

"Yes, it is right on the left upstairs."

The maid said to me.

"Oh, okay."

I nodded my head in a daze and looked at the stairs in front of me.

Grabbing the armrest with both hands, I groped for the staircases with my feet and stepped on them.

I went upstairs in this way.

It took me about two or three minutes to climb up the twenty steps.

Finally, I arrived upstairs. The rooms on both sides were identical.

Thinking of what the maid said, I turned to the left.

But every door to the room on the left looked almost the same...

I reached the innermost room and turned the doorknob, only to find that the door opened unexpectedly.

I crept into the room and found that there was indeed a house inside with the door open.

Taking a look at the toom vaguely, I felt that it seemed to be a bathroom.

I stumbled over and found that it was indeed a bathroom.

Standing in front of the washstand, I looked at myself in the mirror with my face blushed.

At this time, there seemed to be a fight in my mind. With my mind in a mess, I couldn't even think with ease.

I lowered my head and turned on the tap. Warm water flowed out of the tap. I held the water in my hand and washed my face.

After washing my face for a while, I found that the scene in front of me didn't change. I felt dizzy in my head, feeling that my eyelids seemed to be drooping.

It seemed that I would fall in the next second.

I propped myself up against the washstand with both hands and shook my head twice, continuing to wash my face.

I heard light sounds of footsteps amid the sound of the water.

I turned around and saw a tall figure walking in from the door.

"I'm sorry, I just washed my face here for a moment..." I apologized subconsciously. It wasn't until he approached me that I discovered that it was Patrick Cowell!

"Could it be that it was his room?"

I turned off the tap in front of me, intending to leave.

But he reached out his hand and blocked my way out.

I stood where I was and forced myself to remain conscious, "I'm sorry, Mr. Cowell. I didn't know it was your room. It's just that the washroom on the first floor is blocked. I'll leave right now."

"Then stay here. You haven't finished washing your face yet, right?"

His voice rang above my head without any emotion in it.

At this time, I couldn't tell what he meant.

"However, thinking that he was so dangerous, I knew that I had to stay away from him.

"I'm done. Thank you, Mr. Cowell." As I spoke, I wanted to leave.

"Oh." As soon as I took a step, his light voice rang above my head.

Before I could even get his point, he shoved me to the couch behind him directly.

I held myself up, preventing myself from falling.