Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel Chapter 84

It wasn't until a long time later that Patrick's voice rang outside the door, "Something's up. Some books and documents of mine are here. I want to take them back."

"Oh..."

"Yes. His things are indeed here."

Previously, I had been absent- minded. And then I was so busy with my work that I forgot this matter.

I didn't open the door as I said, "Well, Mr. Cowell, please wait for a moment. I'll pack your things up."

"I want to go in."

I heard Patrick's voice.

In fact, I was a little hesitant. But I thought that since we had got divorced, he should only be here to get his things back.

After he got the things he wanted, we shouldn't have future interactions.

I opened the door. And the cold air blew directly on my face.

Standing at the door, Patrick wore a grayblack coat. And there were a lot of snowflakes on his shoulders and over his head.

I was surprised as I thought, "Didn't he drive directly to the garage? How could there be such a strong chill on his body? And how come there is snow on his shoulder?"

"Could it be that he had come from the outside?"

But I didn't want to care too much about him. After letting him in, I turned around and said, "Mr. Cowell, wait a minute. I'll help you pack up your things."

There weren't many things of his in my house. To be precise, there were only a few ones, which could be all put in a paper bag.

I took his book and documents from the bookshelf in the living room, put them in a paper bag, and then handed them to him. Then I said politely, "Mr. Cowell, everything of yours is here. Please have a check and see if anything is missing."

Patrick took the paper bag over and didn't even glance at it..

He just stared at me with his black and profound eyes as he smiled bitterly. "It seems that you have lived a good life after divorcing me." "Yeah. I am good by myself." I pretended to be calm.

In fact, I didn't live a good life. Instead, I was very uncomfortable. But I couldn't say it.

Patrick nodded, "Alright."

I always felt that his eyes were a little blurred. But I didn't overthink it.

I walked Patrick to the door and said, "Goodbye."

Then I closed the door.

But as soon as I closed the door, I heard a muffled sound coming from the corridor. My heart tightened. And I hesitated for a moment and opened the door in the end.

I saw Patrick lying on the ground outside with his eyes closed.

"Patrick Cowell!"

I got nervous all of a sudden. Then I rushed over and tried to pat his face with my hands. But when I touched him, I found that his skin was terribly hot.

Then I touched his forehead and neck, only to find that Patrick was having a high fever!

I yelled out his name and forced open his eyes to make sure that he was indeed in a coma.

I hesitated for a moment, feeling that I couldn't just leave him here. So I began to think of a way to drag him into my house. But Patrick, who was sick, was too heavy. Even though I tried my best, I could only move him a bit.

Helplessly, I could only call the security guard of the property management. Then I asked him to drag Patrick to my room.

We moved Patrick to my bed.

At that time, I picked up my cell phone, intending to call someone to take him away.

But when I looked at the cell phone, I was confused again.

"Who should I call to take him away?"

Except for Caroline, among the ones who knew Patrick, I didn't have their contact number.

I took his body temperature with a thermometer, only to find that his body temperature was at 39.5 degrees.

I didn't understand, wondering why he, who was having such a serious fever, came to my house rather than go to the hospital.

But I couldn't care too much. I couldn't go against my will. I was worried that something bad would happen to him.

I could only call 911.

Before the 911 staff arrived, I intended to get a basin of water to help him cool down his temperature.

But as soon as I was about to leave, Patrick caught me with deadly grip, "Don't go."

I turned around and looked at Patrick who was in a daze, feeling that I was in a dilemna...

"Patrick, let go. I'll fetch some water for you. And I'll be right back."

"No. Don't go..."

I explained it to him. But Patrick still grabbed my hand and didn't let go of me.