Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 451

If I could control my feelings, I might have fallen in love with someone else long ago.

For example, Seth...

Sitting up straight slightly, Patrick continued, "Wait a minute. I'll ask her to tell you the details personally."

"No need." I refused decisively, "Is Tillie a student from the School of Art?"

Speaking of the profession in need of acting capability...

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I paid attention to the entertainment circle. Tillie surely was a newcomer who rarely made it on the Internet.

Otherwise, if Patrick found a somewhat popular actress, he was insulting my IQ.

Hearing this, Patrick could only nod, "Okay. But I didn't expect you to see us through long ago."

"That's why I stayed here for so long. Otherwise, I would have left."

'I wouldn't have given Patrick the opportunity to humiliate me over and over again.'

Curling up the corner of his mouth, he tidied my hair, "I'm sorry, it won't happen again. This is the last time."

I half knelt on the bed, hooked around his neck, and looked at him seriously, "Let's make it clear first. If anything happens in the future, we should be honest with each other. You will never lie to me. I want to know everything. Don't be afraid that I can't bear it."

Patrick nodded slightly as if he were thinking about it. After a while, he looked up and said, "I promise you. And let bygones be bygones."

Sure enough, Patrick had figured out about what I wanted to ask.

He was so smart. In other words, he knew me too well.

I was unwilling to give up, saying, "No, you have to tell me about the truth of the car accident..."

"I will handle what happened in the past all well. Per my order, Jeremy went to communicate with the counterpart."

After saying that, he had no intention to go on.

I was unhappy, "You have done so much for me. Why don't you let me know the truth? If I indeed leave you and live a happy life with another man without knowing the truth, you can only be accompanied by your fortune. What shall you do?" Hearing this, he couldn't help but smile happily. "If I can't stand up, then I will bless you. If my operation succeeds, I will take you back even if I have to resort to despicable means."

"... What if you can't take me back?"

"Impossible." His tone was full of certainty. Pressing me to the front of him, he kissed me with his thin lips.

We used the same bath salt, the fragrance of ours entangled together.

Gently kissing my lips bit by bit, he invaded my mouth dominantly and intertwined his tongue with mine.

In the end, the kiss made me a little weak. Pressing his thin lips against my auricle, he asked briefly, "Do you get wet down there?"

My face was instantly blushed.

If we kissed each other like this at ordinary times, his part down there surely would be aroused.

However, right now, it didn't respond at all.

He was impotent, I guess.

Holding me in his arms, he said apologetically, "I'm sorry. Give me some time."

"I'm not in a hurry." Blushing, I gently pushed him.

But he, who didn't feel ashamed, continued to hold me tightly in his arms, "It's the greatest shame of a man to fail to satisfy his woman."

"You will be better." I held his face and tilted my head, "In fact, I am satisfied by seeing your face every day."

Although there were traces of age on his face, he looked much more masculine instead.

Compared with his salad days, he was more attractive to me now.

That night, he asked me to move over to his room.

Originally, Patrick had asked the maids to bring me the luggage upstairs. But I refused.

How the maids judged Tillie previously was still echoing in my ears.

I went downstairs and got my luggage by myself.

Even so, all the maids had received the news. As soon as I went over, they all looked at me in unison.

Pretending that I didn't see anything, I went into my room, packed up my things, and walked toward the elevator.

Before I could get there, Tillie ran over and said, "Janetta, I'm sorry."

At this time, she smiled sweetly, looking innocent.

It was unknown whether it was because she was good at acting or my opinion of her had changed.

"It's all right," I said with a bitter smile, "But you acted really well in this play. Although I found out that you were acting long ago, I took it seriously later."

"Really?!" Tillie's eyes sparkled after she heard my words, "How did you know we were acting?"

I pointed at her bangs, asking, "Where did you get your hair done?"

Hearing my words, Tillie immediately came to a realization, "Ah! Yes!" She looked at me in surprise, "Janetta, aren't you so god-like that you can even perceive such a tiny detail? You are Sherlock Holmes!"

"Ha." I curled up the corner of my lips, "Women who check whether their men have cheated on them are all Sherlock Holmes."

Tillie couldn't help laughing at my words, "Janetta, you are so funny."

I didn't answer.

Putting away her smile, she bowed slightly, introducing herself to me, "I am Sandra Stone, a sophomore from the School of Art. Janetta, what you said today is the best acknowledgment of my

internship!"

'Sandra Stone' 'It turns out that she even used a fake name.'

After deliberation, I wasn't surprised.

"Wish you a promising future," I said politely, intending to leave.

She deceived me with Patrick. Although we had made things clear now, I didn't have any good impression of her.

On the contrary, Sandra didn't mean to end the conversation. She blocked my way and said, "Janetta, what exactly is your relationship with Patrick?"