Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel Chapter 96

Hearing my answer, Seth spread his arms and held me in his arms, saying, "Great."

I heard his laughter. He was lauhing as if he were a child.

I inexplicably felt a little relaxed. It seemed that I would have a sense of security with him by my side.

Although I knew very well that I didn't love Seth, I was at ease while being with him.

I thought that in that case, it would suffice for me.

I loved Patrick. But I was always worried that I would lose him, which I thought wouldn't be good.

Seth sent me home first. After I changed my clothes, he proposed to go out for dinner. Thinking that there were some dishes in the refrigerator, I said to him, "Let's eat at home. I'll cook some for you."

"Really?"

Seth looked at me, looking somewhat incredulous.

"Of course. Don't worry. I'm good at cooking. I won't poison you to death," I said with a smile.

"As long as the dishes are cooked by you, even if they're poison, I will taste them with pleasure." As Seth said, he followed me into the kitchen. Then he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and asked me, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

After getting busy in the kitchen for more than an hour, we made two dishes and soup.

After finishing the dishes, Seth offered to wash the dishes. I refused. But he held my hand in his hand, raised it to his mouth, and kissed it gently, saying, "The reason why I want to be with you is not that I want you to do chores for me. I just want to pamper you."

My face turned a little red instantly.

I didn't know what to say. So I shook my hand and said, "Then I will leave it to you."

After that, I stood on the side and watched Seth do the dishes skillfully.

It wasn't until 11 p.m. that he left.

Before he left, he took my passport and said that it would only take him half a month to get my visa done.

In other words, I would stay in City Y for another half a month.

The next day, I went to quit my job.

Patrick disagreed. But I packed up my things and didn't go back to the company.

In the past few days, I had been at home. And I occasionally called Lisa.

Time passed by like this one day after another

Two weeks later, Seth told me that he got my visa done and that he had contacted a local company. After he got a job there, he could directly transfer his tourist visa into an employment visa.

At the same time, he booked the flight tickets, which would take off three days later.

I asked him if he had told his parents about his leaving. After a moment of silence, Seth said, "Let's talk about this after we get there."

I advised him on the phone, saying that he'd better talk to his parents about this.

Seth's parents were indeed good people. If they knew that their son was going abroad, they surely would worry about him.

Moreover, they, who were old, naturally didn't want to be separated from their son.

I tried to dissuade Seth over and over again. But Seth just said, "Got it."

I knew that he wouldn't talk to his parents.

That night, after Seth called me, I heard a loud knock on the door at home!

It should be Patrick Cowell.

The only thing that came to my mind was Patrick's name.

"Open the door!"

Soon, Patrick's voice came from the door. And his voice sounded very irritable and yet somewhat vague. I knew that he was drunk.

With my sense, I knew that I couldn't open the door!

"Open the door! Open the door!"

Patrick's voice was loud.

Because it was at night and that my home was spacious and empty. I could hear his voice very clearly.

Later, seeing that I didn't open the door, he pressed the video house phone on the door.

The irritating sound of the bell rang through the whole room.

In desperation, I had to pick up the video house phone at the door. The first sentence I said to him was, "Go. I won't open the door."