Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel Chapter 66

"It's impossible."

As soon as I said so, Patrick immediately refused without even thinking about it.

I had long expected that his answer would be like this. If he wanted to let me go so easily, he would have agreed to my request long ago.

But I came prepared this time.

I took out my cell phone, walked to the wide office desk, and opened the recording interface. Then I put my cell phone on the desk.

Without talking about any nonsense, I clicked open the recording in Caroline's office just now.

Yes. When I went to Caroline's office, I turned on the recording on my cell phone.

Patrick was such a smart person. He knew that Caroline's attitude indicated that she surely had something to do with this matter.

Looking at Patrick's gloomy face, I lowered my eyes and said slowly, "Mr. Cowell, I know that you don't want to let me go easily since I married you on behalf of Caroline. If I am the only one who is tortured in this matter, I will accept it. But Caroline has already involved innocent people for the position of Mrs. Cowell."

"Torture?" Patrick heard the word and walked up to me step by step, "In your eyes, is it that painful to be Mrs. Cowell?"

There was no expression on his face. But it seemed that there was a stormy wave surging in his black eyes!

"Isn't it? You love Caroline. And I married you instead. Obviously, none of the three of us is happy. But you don't want to let me go. Don't you do so just to torture me?"

Patrick suddenly laughed, "Hahahaha."

He didn't laugh out of his happy mood. Instead, I found his laugh creepy.

He raised his hand, pinched my chin with his slender fingers, and stopped smiling, "Do you want a divorce? Then serve me well. After I am tired of making love with you, I can divorce you."

"Patrick Cowell, do you have any logic? She killed someone! Don't you understand? She killed someone!"

I shook off his hand directly, thinking that he had indeed pissed me off.

However, Patrick pressed me directly on the office desk and pressed his whole body on me as he said, "I've told you that you can only get a divorce after I am tired of making love with you."

As he said, he began to move on to the next step.

I wanted to resist. But he held my two hands down with one hand.

"Are you crazy? We are in the office!"

I shouted out loud!

However, Patrick did not care about it at all. And he pressed his thin lips against my ears and said, "This is my territory. My people are very sensible."

Throughout the morning, I had been pressing down on the office desk by Patrick so that he could vent his anger at his free will.

In the end, Patrick got up and tidied up his clothes. I lay on the desk, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

I was the only loser in this triangle relationship.

"Knock. Knock, Knock."

A string of soft sounds rang from the direction of the door.

I got up in fright and turned my back to the door, fearing that the person at the door would push the door open and come in. After all, my clothes had been torn to pieces by Patrick, which couldn't even cover my body.

Patrick roughly tidied up his clothes and went to the door. Soon he took in a few bags and handed them to me.

I took a look at them and saw a set of clothes as well as a box of skin care products inside.

He asked me to take a bath in the lounge inside the office.

I opened a door to the lounge. Originally, I thought there was only one bathroom inside. But I found that I was too naive.

There was sort of a small apartment inside his office, where there was a living room, a bedroom, and an open kitchen as well as a bathroom.

I took a shower and changed my clothes. Because of the intense exercise just now, my legs were weak.

I sat on the bed and wanted to have a rest. Then I slightly looked sideways and saw a long chestnut-haired hair lying quietly on the white bedding.

At that moment, I felt inexplicably sour inside.

I could tell whose hair it was without deliberation.

Although I knew that Caroline and Patrick were in love with each other and that it was not strange that they would make love here. I still left the bed as if I were avoiding the plague.

Just as I was about to leave, Patrick pushed the door open and walked in. I was so scared that I took a step back.

After that, I realized that he just wanted to take a shower and change clothes.

I hid by the side and waited for him.

Soon, Patrick tidied himself up. After coming out, he walked to my side and said to me, "You should be hungry. Let's go to have a meal."

There was a faint scent of bath liquid on his body, which smelled very fragrant.

"No need..."