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.

I lowered my eyes.

In fact, if I could have a choice, I didn't want to live here.

This house was about 130 square meters, which was with two bedrooms, a locker room, two bathrooms.

Besides, there was a huge living room.

I, who was alone now, felt that the house was empty after a few days passed by. When Patrick was here before, I didn't feel so.

After Lisa sat down, she picked up a piece of toast in front of me and began to complain about her hard work while eating the toast, saying that the time difference made her suffer and her skin situation had deteriorated.

She continued complaining about other things, such as she hadn't got a boyfriend so far.

I probably hadn't talked to anybody for a long time. After hearing Lisa's words, I suddenly relaxed and said to her, "I envy you very much."

"Why? I envy you instead, okay?" Lisa looked at the huge floor-to-ceiling window and said, "Alas. If I have a grandmother who gives me such a big house, I will be a good-for-nothing at home every day. And I won't go out to work."

Hearing what she said, I said inexplicably, "Then you can live with me here. When you get married and find a man you love, you can move out. Before that, we can live together." "I don't want to." Lisa shook her head, "If I am that attached to you, Patrick surely will be unhappy."

"Patrick Cowell."

Hearing her mention Patrick, I felt a little lost. After a long silence, I said, "I divorced him. And I won't be connected to him anymore."

"What? I didn't hear it wrong, did I?"

Lisa looked at me and blinked her eyes, looking incredulous.

"It's true."

I told Lisa about what had happened recently, including how I had been wronged and how I could have put Caroline in jail.

Hearing this, Lisa wasn't as relaxed as before.

Seeing that I was so depressed, she smiled again, "Okay, I'll stay with you in City Y these days. I'll hold a party for you tonight to congratulate you on the fact that you are single again!"

"Just stay with me. There's no need to have a party."

"Of course you should. Moreover, it won't be a party at all. We will just go out to vent our emotions in case you will keep everything to yourself."

Lisa's mouth was stuffed with bread. But I still managed to hear what she was saying.