Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 161

I lowered my eyes and said as if nothing had happened, "I didn't put too much effort into it. I'm going back to work."

"Okay, I'll accompany you there."

Patrick's voice trailed off as well.

However, he held my key tightly in his hand as if he dared not to give it to me.

There was only one day away from the deadline of submittig the work.

My work was almost done. And I modified a few parts of it after rendering it.

Finally, I got to the service desk before noon and copied it to the computer used for the competition.

Jeremy was in charge here.

When he saw me, he smiled and said, "Miss Archer, thank you for what you did for me last time."

"It's okay. It's not your fault. It's his fault."

I waved my hands. I didn’t dare to talk to Jeremy further at the thought that Patrick might appear like a ghost at any time.

After I was done copying the work onto the

computer, I came out and happened to see Mabel.

She was going inside.

I acted discreetly and followed her in.

She looked at me and said with dissatisfaction, "Why are you following me?"

"I am on guard against a villain," I said flatly.

I had long known who Mabel was.

When I was having lunch at noon, I heard her tell others that she had already got her work done and submitted it early.

In that case, it was a bit strange for her to come here now.

Hearing my words, Mabel was so angry that her face changed, "What are you talking about?"

"Isn't it?" Although it was just a guess, I stood still and looked at Mabel, "I think you know the best as for who is behind Nancy's matter!"

"It's none of my business!"

"How come?" I looked at Mabel, "Even though you saw Nancy, how could you summon all the participants to Patrick's room in a short time back then?"

I said loudly, "Unless you've known that such a thing would happen early!" "I... It has nothing to do with me!"

Hearing my words, Mabel was obviously at a loss as for what to do.

Her reaction was the best evidence.

Although Mabel was usually arrogant, I found out from the plagiarism incident last time that as long as I poked her where she hurt, she would lose her self-control.

As we were quarreling, Jeremy kindly asked on the side, "Miss Mabel, it's almost 12 o'clock. Do you still need to back up your work?"

"Yeah. I've modified my work. So I have to back it up again."

Mabel said as she took out a U disk and began to back up her work.

I stood next to her and said to Jeremy, "Assistant Jeremy, I have to tell you something specifically. Last time, when you were not there, my work was the same as hers. Later, it was proved that she copied my work. This time, if there were any conflicts between her work and my work again, remember that she revised her work after I did."

"What do you mean? I don't care to copy your work at all!"

Hearing my words, Mabel became anxious.

I glanced at her and said, "I didn't say that you surely would plagiarize my work this time. Why are you so excited? Are you..."

"Of course not!"

Mabel rolled her eyes at me and left without saying any more words to me.

When I saw her leave, I also went out. And I heard Jeremy shouting at me from behind, "Miss Archer."

"What's the matter?"

I looked back.

Jeremy hesitated for a moment as if he were thinking about what to say.

After a while, he said, "The three judges will arrive here tomorrow morning."

"Yes."

I nodded and looked at Jeremy suspiciously.

I had been informed about this matter before. And I had already known it.

I always felt that he wanted to say something else.

But I didn't ask him in the end.

When I returned to the room, Patrick was holding a computer in his arms, sending emails.

After finishing the work for the design competition, I was finally idle.

I took a shower. And I saw blood on the ground when I was in the middle of the shower.

My period came.

After I took a shower and put on the sanitary pad which I had prepared in advance, I changed my clothes and went out, only to see that Patrick put down his computer and came over to me.

He hugged me, put his neck close to my hair, and took a deep breath, saying, "You smell so good. I want to enjoy you."

"No." I tightened my body and covered my stomach with both hands. Feeling a little embarrassed, I said, "I'm in the menstruation period."

Hearing my words, Patrick frowned slightly, "How come your period comes at such a time insensibly?"

He hugged me, gently kissed me on the neck, and murmured, "Baby, it hurts."

"No way."

Of course, we couldn't make love at this time.

For no reason, while dealing with Patrick, I was always angry with him for the last second. And yet I didn't know what to do to him the next second. Seeing me acting like this, I felt a little troubled.

He grabbed my hand and said innocently, "Can you help me with your hands?

"Next time when you're ready, I'll work hard."

Patrick looked at me, frowning slightly. And his eyes didn't seem to be cold either.

On the contrary, he was a little childish.

For no reason, I just said, "Okay."

I was carried to the bed by him. And under his guidance, I helped him with my hands.

After that, I put on a sad look on my face and shook my hands, feeling powerless.

Patrick hurriedly sat on the bed, picked up my hands, put them in front of his chest, massaging them for me carefully.

In fact, he didn't know how to massage. And he changed the strength of his force from time to time.

However, when I looked up at his serious look, I held myself back from complaining as I stared at him.

Tomorrow, the judges would be here. And we would leave here in three days at most.

What would the relationship between me and Patrick be like after I leave here?

Could it be that we would be like two lines that were infinitely close to each other and yet never be connected?

At nightfall...

For the first time, I followed my heart and took the initiative to hug Patrick. As I leaned against Patrick's chest muscles, I listened to the sounds of his powerful heartbeat.

But this feeling didn't make me feel at ease.

I was more upset instead.

I knew at all times that everything was temporary.

As for this kind of happiness, I got it with the opportunity of the final. And it might be lost at anytime.

I could feel Patrick holding me in his arms and kissing me gently on the top of my head.

I felt a slight tremor in my heart.

Then I closed my eyes and fell asleep. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

I woke up the next morning. When I opened my eyes, Patrick was gone. For some reason, I panicked.

But soon I realized that he should have gone to exercise.

Sure enough, Patrick came back soon and went into the bathroom with sweat all over his body.

After he took a shower, he said to me while changing clothes, "The judges are here today. I'll go first."

"Okay."

I nodded and went into the bathroom to wash my face and change my clothes.

After tidying myself up, I went out and arrived at the gathering place. At first glance, I saw Patrick and a woman next to him...

It was Caroline Archer.

Although Caroline didn't hold Patrick's arms, she was standing behind Patrick closely.

She, who looked around in a panic, seemed to be very timid.

Patrick also protected her.

This scene seemed to have turned into several invisible hands, reaching into my chest and pinching my heart.

My heart hurt so much.

I knew that my happiness was temporary. But I never thought that reality would hit me so fast.

Others saw this scene as well.

Mabel leaned over and said sarcastically, "Hey, his legitimate wife is here. How are you, his mistress, feeling now?"