Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel Chapter 85

"Yeah. I've been drinking. People all say drinking can drown the worries. But I'm quite uncomfortable after drinking instead."

Bending over the low table, I muttered staggeringly to the one over the phone.

The person over the phone was silent for a while and then said, "Why don't you tell me what happened? You may feel better after saying it."

"Okay..."

In a daze, I began to tell the one over the phone everything that had happened between me and Patrick...

It was unknown how long I had been talking.

Nor did I know how I had fallen asleep later.

By the time I woke up again, it had been another evening.

Feeling that I had a headache, I got up and cooked a bowl of instant noodles. Picking my cell phone up, I intended to check what time it was, only to find that my cell phone was out of power. I couldn't even turn it on.

I was a little puzzled. And I remembered that my cell phone had been fully charged in the morning.

I had just helped Patrick make a call to 911.

I got my cell phone charged and went to eat the instant noodles by myself. By the time I finished the instant noodles, my cell phone had been turned on.

I clicked open the call log and found that there was a number that wasn't saved in my phonebook on it. Then I recognized the number at a glance. This number belonged to the one who had funded me to go to college.

I took a look at the call duration...

Ths call lasted 132 minutes.

"Oh my God."

I was scared out of my wits, wondering why I had talked to him over the phone for so long!

I tried to think about it. And I finally remembered that I seemed to be complaining to him about something in tears.

Then I immediately felt extremely guilty.

In fact, I had never seen the one who had funded me. In my imagination, he should be an elder who took good care of me.

I usually texted him in a polite manner.

But I had been talking to him over the phone for such a long time...

I was afraid that I had said something that I shouldn't have said.

Just in case, I sent him a text and apologized, saying that I had drunk too much during the daylight. If I had said something bad to him, I hoped that he could forgive me.

After sending the text to him, I felt a little nervous.

But soon I received his reply, which read, "No, you're very cute today..."

"You are cute."

Reading his text, I couldn't help but imagine a scene where an elder in his forties or fifties was talking sincerely to a junior, "You are cute."

I was a little embarrassed. And I said some more words to apologize to him.

After that, I put down my cell phone and went to the bathroom to wash my face. After I went in, I saw that Patrick's electric toothbrush and rinse cup were on the washstand.

My heart ached. Then I picked up these things and threw them into the trash can on the side.

After that, I saw his slippers.

I threw them away.

Then I threw the pen he had left here away.

I searched around my house and threw away all the things that Patrick had brought here before.

Sitting on the sofa, I tilted my head and saw short hair on the leather. Although I was short-haired as well, this one was much shorter than mine.

It was Patrick's hair.

I threw the hair away. Then I, who seemed to have been possessed, began to clean up my house while wearing rubber gloves.

I fetched a basin of water and dripped a bit of disinfectant into it. Then I began to clean up every corner of my house with a rag.

By the time I was done with all the cleaning, it was already late at night.

I turned on the lights, making them look the brightest. Then I searched every room.

It wasn't until I made sure that there was no trace of Patrick's existence that I stopped searching.

I finished cleaning up everything and went back to bed, only to notice a WeChat message from Lisa on my cell phone.