Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel Chapter 75

Patrick repeated his words.

I, who couldn't be more overjoyed, looked at him as I asked over and over again, "Really? Is what you said true?"

I was so afraid that after Patrick gave me hope, he would disappoint me again.

But this time, Patrick nodded firmly.

At that moment, I didn't struggle and let him hold my hand in his big palm. And I felt that my slightly cold hand became warm little by little.

The next day, I went to work.

Patrick proposed to send me to work. This time, I agreed.

I sat in his car. He left after dropping me off at the cafe. But some sharp-eyed colleagues saw his car and came over. Then they asked, "Charlotte, is your boyfriend so rich? How come he is driving such a good car?"

I looked at Patrick's car and didn't know how to explain it for a moment.

"Am I going to tell them that Patrick is my husband? They certainly won't be convinced by the fact that I, who has a rich husband, is

working in a cafe."

Moreover, what Seth had done before made it even more difficult for me to tell them the truth.

"That's his boss's car," I said vaguely.

Sure enough, when my colleagues heard what I had said, they seemed to be somewhat psychologically balanced as they said, "That's right. Your boyfriend is driving such a good car. How could he bear to let you work here?"

That morning, someone ordered 20 cups of coffee for takeout from the cafe.

I took the initiative to deliver the coffee. As I looked at the address on the order slip, it showed that it was at a nearby venue.

However, after I arrived at the entrance of the venue and saw a big board standing in front of it, I realized that I shouldn't have come here.

It was clearly written on the big board that a press conference about a new book's publication held by the genius designer, Caroline Archer, would be held here today.

In less than a month, Caroline had published her design works as well as her books.

No wonder she cared so much about the design draft in my hand.

After all, once I exposed her, all of her

"efforts" would be ruined once and for all!

But since I was already here, I could only take the coffee in.

After I went in, a staff member came to pick me up, asking me to put down the coffee and leave.

Caroline was surrounded by a group of people for an interview not far away from me.

I didn't want to get involved with her. So I walked over, put down the coffee, and was about to leave. Then I heard someone on the side say, "Oh, this deliverywoman looks a lot like Miss Archer."

Everyone was staring at me after hearing what he had said.

I tried my best to lower my head.

I wanted to leave, only to be blocked by the ones who swarmed over.

Then, I heard Caroline shouting behind me, "Charlotte, is that you?"

In desperation, I could only raise my head, turn around, and look at Caroline. Then I said generously, "Yes, Caroline, are you going to tip me?"

Hearing my words, everyone knew that Caroline was a well- known designer and I, who was her younger sister, was nobody but a deliverywoman.

All kinds of comments rang around me.

Someone said, "Oh, different people have different fates. Although they have the same face, one is a designer and the other is a deliverywoman. Sure enough, comparisons are odious."

Some others said, "Caroline is so heartless. She, who is so rich, didn't arrange a job for her sister. Even if she arranged her to be her assistant, the job would be better than delivering takeout."

I heard different comments.

Of course, Caroline heard their discussions as well. She looked at me, frowning. Before she spoke, I knew that she was going to put on a show.

After that, as expected, she put on a pathetic look and said, "Yes, Of course, I will tip you. How much money do you want? I'll give it to you."

As she spoke, she asked her assistant to give me money.

Someone asked Caroline why I was just a deliverywoman.