Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel Chapter 330

"Don't open your eyes. You may be suffering snow blindness now." Patrick did not answer my question. Instead, he came over with a medicine chest in one hand and a towel in the other.

He let me lie on the sofa.

He put the towel on my eyes first, and then said, "I'll bandage your wound. Wait a minute."

I lay there obediently, feeling a little regretful for my impulsiveness.

"Your feet are completely blue because of the low temperature. Don't be impulsive in the future. If you have something to do, you can just ask me sincerely. How can I not agree?" As Patrick spoke, he gently grabbed my ankle and said, "I will sterilize the wound for you, it will hurt a little."

"All right."

I nodded.

As soon as I finished these two words, I felt a great pain in my ankle.

"Ouch—" I took a deep breath in pain.

My hand grabbed the towel on my eyes.

Patrick firmly pressed my foot. "I will finish my work soon."

I nodded, but it hurt so much that I couldn't even speak.

Soon, I felt that Patrick began to bind me up after the sterilization.

"Big Brother, you're quite good at it. Who taught you that?" Roger asked beside us.

"Shelton."

Patrick said indifferently.

For a moment, we all fell silent, and no one spoke.

Soon Patrick finished bandaging for me. He approached me and asked, "How are your eyes?"

I nodded with my eyes closed, not daring to open, because I would burst into tears as soon as I opened my eyes.

Lying there, I grabbed Patrick's hand and asked him, "Roger said that you were asked to give up the position by the board of directors?"

The man patted me on the forehead. "Don't worry, I'll handle these things."

"Let's go." I suddenly sat up with my eyes halfopen. I endured the discomfort and went upstairs. "I'm going to change my clothes now and leave. You can go and solve your own problem."

Patrick came over to support me, he did not refute me.

I went upstairs and fumbled for my clothes, but I felt that Patrick reached out his hands and wanted to untie the buttons of my clothes.

"I'll do it myself..."

"Close your eyes. I'll help you."

As soon as I spoke, I was interrupted by Patrick.

His voice was cold and serious.

I could only close my eyes obediently, waiting for him to help me take off my clothes.

In the dark, I could clearly feel his slightly callused, big palm touching my body from time to time.

It was a little itchy.

I was put on a winter clothes by him.

Later, I heard a voice. "I'll take you down."

Then I was picked up from the bed by him.

"Ah!"

"Hold my neck."

I obediently put my arms around his neck.

As we went down, I heard the man say in my ear, "Don't be afraid. Leave everything to me. I will help you solve all the problems, including Glenn. I will bring him to you unharmed."

There were many things that we needed to solve.

But when Patrick told me like this at this moment, and I was really assured by his words.

I believed that if he said it, he would really do it.

I leaned my head on the man's shoulder and nodded. "Well, I believe you."

Roger was amazed when he saw Patrick holding me downstairs.