Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 57

"Go ahead," Patrick said.

"I'm going to work in Glorious Seth Design. And you should promise me that you won't target it again."

I wanted to keep Seth's company safe and sound.

"Okay. I promise you," Patrick nodded.

I didn't rest assured, "Mr. Cowell, I hope you can keep your promise and don't act like what you did last time. You promised me. But You secretly plotted against Glorious Seth Design."

Patrick looked at me with a gloomy face, "I didn't break my promise. After that, I didn't do anything to Glorious Seth Design."

"Mr. Cowell, as for the truth, you know it the best."

Now, I could no longer trust Patrick.

But I had to believe him.

The next day, I went back to Glorious Seth Design.

Seth welcomed me enthusiastically. But others didn't like to see me.

When I came out of Seth's office and returned to my work station, a dead mouse was lying there.

The whole table was stained with blood.

If it were in the past, I would have endured it. But now I decided to improve myself and help Seth instead of dragging him down.

Staring at the dead mouse, I picked up its tail and threw it into the trash can while enduring the discomfort in my heart.

Then I clapped my hands up and down and said, "You all know that I went to prison. But you shouldn't know the reason, right?"

At this time, nobody around me paid attention to me.

But I knew they were all listening to me with their ears up straight.

"Attempted murder." I said word by word.

After I finished my words, I saw that all my colleagues stopped what they were doing in their hands for a moment.

Someone even took a sip of coffee.

The office fell into a depressing silence.

I went on to say, "Of course, there's a reason behind it. Now that I'm out. And I'll get along well with everyone."

After that, I sat down.

That day passed by quite peacefully.

Things like those previously never happened again. It was just that all the colleagues stayed away from me sensibly.

Because of what happened last time, I had completely offended Angie. But now I had been integrated with the current society. Moreover, most of the company's orders were related to ordinary houses.

I was basically capable of handling them.

So I became a designer.

I met a few customers that afternoon and talked with them smoothly. In the end, I succeeded in winning two clients.

At the thought that I would have to go to the construction site to measure the scale and draw the effect sketch tomorrow and I wouldn't be available after tonight, I contacted Lisa, saying that I wanted to return the money to her face to face.

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We agreed to meet at a hotpot restaurant nearby the company at 6:30 p.m.

In the evening, I finished my work. As soon as I walked out of the office building, I saw Patrick standing at the door. And his car was parked not far away.

When he saw me, he went straight up to me and asked, "You're off work. What do you want to eat?"

His behaved quite naturally as if we were a couple who loved each other very much.

He was waiting for me to get off work. And then we would have dinner together.

People working in the same office building as I came and went incessantly, who all seemed to cast envious or jealous glances.

"But, what's behind his kindness?" I knew it clearly.

"I am not that blessed."

I stood up straight and said to Patrick, "Mr. Cowell, you have to deal with all kinds of things every day. So you don't have to worry about me in person. Since I have promised you that I won't pursue this matter again, I won't go back on my words."

After that, I put on a polite smile.

Patrick looked at me with a dark face. Then he lowered his voice and said, "Do you think that I came to pick you up for this matter?"

"What else can it be? Mr. Cowell, don't tell me that you miss me?"

I tilted my head and looked at him with a funny expression.

"How could it be possible?"

Patrick almost refuted instantly as if he had been poked at the center.

If it were someone else, I would think that he did have missed me.

But he was Patrick Cowell.

It was impossible for him to do that.

I looked at my watch and saw that it was already 6:10 p.m. Then I said, "Mr. Cowell, I have an appointment with Lisa to dinner together. So I am leaving first."

After I said that, I wanted to leave. But I didn't expect Patrick to tell me, "I'll send you there."

"Mr. Cowell, the restaurant is right in front of us. You don't need to do that."

It seemed that Patrick was finally annoyed by my repeated rejection.

When I walked forward, I saw him behind me saying, "Then never should you turn to me for help."

Hearing his words, I found that he seemed to be angry.

Even so, I didn't look back. I knew that I didn't need a husband who didn't love me.

"Charlotte." After I took a few steps, Seth caught up with me, "Where are you going? I'll send you there."

"I'll go to dinner with Lisa. I can walk there."

I told Seth the same thing.

Seth didn't seem to mind it at all. He smiled and said, "Really? I happen to plan to buy a cup of coffee somewhere in that direction. Let's go there together."

Of course, I knew that he lied because he wanted to accompany me. But I couldn't find a reason to refuse him.

I tilted my head slightly and saw that Patrick's car was still parked there.

"He should have seen it, right?"

Somehow, I felt a little nervous as if I had done something wrong and had been caught.

I took two more steps and stopped in the end. Then I pointed to the car over there and told Seth the truth, saying that he didn't have to send me off and walk so far away with me.

Seth didn't mind. But I insisted, "I'll go there by myself."

After I refused him a few times, he finally went back.

As soon as he left, I saw Patrick start his car on the roadside and leave there.

I returned the money to Lisa over the dinner.

When she received the money, she asked me while eating, "What are you going to do? Are you going to let Caroline off so easily?"

"I need to think about it again."

Of course, I wouldn't let Caroline Archer off the hook that easily.

But I feared Patrick, fearing that he would indeed do something to the orphanage in a fit of anger.

After that day, Patrick, whose self- esteem probably had been hurt by me, hadn't shown up in front of me for two consecutive months.

The weather turned cold. I was in poor health because of what I had suffered in prison. I was especially sensitive to the cold. However many clothes I wore, my hands and feet were still cold.

On Sunday, I finally could rest.

I didn't want to go out. So I wrapped myself in a quilt and watched TV at home.

"A branch company of the Towering High Group has held a press conference with Caroline Studio, which just joined Towering High Group, in recent days. At the conference, the design sketches of the new products in the next spring produced by Caroline Studio have been exhibited..."

Hearing that Towering High Group was mentioned, I, who planned to change the channel, paused.

Then, Caroline appeared on the screen.

She stood on the stage in a pure white dress and began to talk about her design concept and elements.

During the process, she repeatedly stressed that this whole set of drawings was the first work that she had completed all by herself.

The reporters off the stage praised her talents over and over again.

When the camera gave the set of drawings a close-up, I was shocked!

It was the first time I had seen this set of drawings. But I found it so familiar.

"I must have seen it somewhere before!"