Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel Chapter 53

It was unknown how long had passed.

The car finally stopped.

After the trunk was opened, Patrick stood outside and looked at me inside. And he was obviously stunned.

Then he frowned deeply.

"Let, let me out."

My body was shaking non-stop as if it had been out of my control.

However, fearing that he would close the trunk again, I tried my best to get up and climb out of the trunk.

As soon as I went out, I fell to the ground directly.

I hurt a lot. But I felt much better than staying there.

I knew that based on the current situation, as long as Patrick didn't agree, I couldn't run away at all.

I grabbed his leg openings and said in a kind manner, "Let me go. I promise that I won't show up in front of you."

The air outside probably calmed me down.

Although I spoke slowly, I didn't speak with difficulty at all.

Patrick lowered his head and looked at me under his feet. After a moment of hesitation, he suddenly bent down and picked me up!

"Put me down!" Only then did I notice that the car was parked at the door of the villa.

He ignored my resistance and held me in his arms as he went in the room.

He went upstairs.

He went all the way to the bedroom. And after throwing me on the bed, he pressed himself down on me.

He grabbed my neck tightly with one hand and looked down at me, "Mrs. Cowell, where do you want to escape to?"

"I... Ahem."

He was pinching my neck so hard. As I wanted to say something, I coughed violently before I could say anything.

"Is that so?" Patrick raised his sword- like brows slightly. Although he was expressionless, his cold eyes were dark as if a storm were brewing inside.

He snorted and used his legs to hold my crotch tightly. With a lift of his hand, he tore my T-shirt open!

"No!"

I knew what he was going to do.

But I didn't want to!

At this time, I just recovered. And I surely couldn't resist him!

I resisted him with a push. Knowing that I was resisting in vain, in the end, I had to lie down.

I had to let Patrick do whatever he wanted.

But seeing me look like this, the furious man suddenly stopped. Patrick got up and looked at me who was motionless under him. Then he said in an angry voice, "Charlotte Archer, are you that reluctant to be Mrs. Cowell?"

His words amazed me instead.

I looked at him and smiled absurdly, "Have you ever seen such a miserable lady from a rich and powerful family like me? When I was set up by someone else, why didn't you, my husband, say anything?"

As I said, I sat up from the bed, took off my torn t-shirt, and then took off my pants.

Patrick looked at me as if he didn't know what I was going to do.

I revealed most of my body. Then, I raised my arm and showed him the armpit, "Look! This one."

Then, I showed the thigh root to him, "And this one."

The two parts that were not seen by others were full of scars. Obviously, I had been injured there previously and currently.

Seeing that Patrick remained silent, I sneered and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you silent? How come you dare not to admit what you've done?"

Patrick paused for a while and asked me, "What's this?"

"How dare you ask me so? It's all because you entrusted the people inside the prison to take care of me!" I roared, "In prison, whoever fighting, brawling, or injuring others will be punished if they are caught. So the ones you ordered to take care of me in prison deliberately injured me in these two parts!"

"I wanted to tell the prison guards, only to be caught by them. And they put me in a dog cage!"