Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 139

Gina's eyes brightened when she saw us. And she said, "Mr. Cowell, you're here! Hurry up and save Caroline!"

As she spoke, she made way for us.

Patrick stepped forward and opened the door to the bathroom, only to find that it was locked from inside.

The clothes were scattered all over the floor outside the door.

Gina said with a squeaky voice, "Caroline surely is naked. I, I dare not let them in."

"Which is more important? Your daughter's naked body or her life?"

I scolded her directly.

It wasn't that I felt sorry for Caroline.

It was just that I felt that Gina was quite illogical.

However, I also realized that the things in the door were likely to be a trap set up by Gina, Caroline, and Jeremy together

What was inside the room was what they wanted to show us.

Patrick pushed the door as he said, "Where's

the key?"

I said, "There isn't any key available to this door. There is a lock inside to close the door. If it's locked from inside, you can only kick it hard."

The reason why I knew so much about the room was that this room used to be mine.

The lock inside was a little broken. And no one ever tried to fix it..

Gina nodded awkwardly.

When we stood outside, we could hear the rustle in the room and the faint cry, indicating that Caroline was still alive.

She didn't commit suicide.

No wonder Gina wasn't in a hurry.

"Get out of my way! We're so anxious! We asked Caroline to open the door! But she wouldn't open the door!"

Gina urged Patrick to open the door.

Patrick glanced at her and said flatly, "I think you're very clear about what's going on inside. Since you've been acting for so long, no way that I won't kick the door open and get in."

His words made Gina's face turn pale.

She involuntarily stroked her hair.

A person who felt guilty would subconsciusly do so.

Before Gina could speak anything, Patrick shouted outside, "I am going to kick the door!"

He took a step back and kicked the door!

"Clatter!" The door slammed open.

All the scenes inside were revealed.

I glanced inside and nearly fainted.

What I saw was blood all over the ground. Caroline seemed to be naked, which didn't seem to be so. Because the skin on her body, her arms, and her chest were red.

The skin probably wasn't skin anymore.

Holding a wire ball in her hands, Caroline was trying her best to brush her body...

She stared at the skin on her body attentively.

Even the fact that the door had been kicked open didn't seem to divert her attention.

"Caroline!"

Seeing this scene, Gina fainted on the spot!

I stepped forward and grabbed Caroline's hand directly, "Stop rubbing your skin!"

Only then did Caroline seem to have noticed someone coming in. She looked at me dully and then looked up at Patrick. Then she smiled dazedly and said, "Mr. Cowell, I know why you didn't admit our marriage. Don't worry. I'll wipe off this layer of skin. And I'll be clean again."

She continued to rub her skin regardless of my dissuasion.

I saw she rub the wire on the wire ball against the skin, making the wire mixed with blood, skin debris, and flesh!

"Stop it."

I wanted to stop her. But she was too strong.

It seemed that Patrick couldn't bear it any longer. He took off his suit and bent over to remove the wire ball from her hand, throwing it on the ground.

He put the suit on her body, picked her up in his arms, and said, "Stop rubbing yourself. I'll take you to the hospital."

"I won't..." Caroline looked at Patrick with tears falling down her face continuously, "I'm not clean. So you don't want me, right? I saw everything on the Internet."

"No, I didn't..."

Patrick looked at Caroline. And his black eyes were full of distress for her.

The distress in his eyes couldn't be covered up.

I stood where I was and suddenly felt that something in my heart had been hollowed out.

All the beautiful things that had been set up before seemed to disappear all of a sudden.

I just stood there and watched Patrick carry Caroline out.

My mood was the same as that when I was on the rooftop last time.

I watched Patrick take Caroline down from the rooftop and take her in his arms.

But this time, I was even more desperate.

Jeremy glanced at me and said nothing.

Holding Caroline in his arms, Patrick got into the ambulance without ever looking at me from beginning to end.

Caroline Archer was all on his mind.

"Is Caroline pretending?"

"Is she feigning injury to win Patrick's favor?"

I didn't know the answer.

If Caroline was pretending and feigning injury to win Patrick's favor, she would be so amazing.

She indeed dared to torture herself.

Even if she was pretending and feigning injury to win Patrick's favor, so what? Patrick had been won over by her.

A doctor carried Gina to the ambulance. And Jeremy followed him and left as well.

I was the only one left at the door, which had been lively and noisy just now.

My heart ached so much.

I thought that Caroline had her way this time again.

I went back to Patrick's home to get my computer.

A servant saw me and shouted, "Madam."

I smiled at her and said, "I'm no longer the Madam here. You can call me Miss Archer. Someone else will be the Madam here."

After I said that, I took the computer and left.

After that day, I didn't have any news about Caroline. Neither did I have any news about Patrick.

Michael told me that the case about Rosy had also been withdrawn.

All of a sudden, I seemed to have nothing to do, feeling relaxed.

Besides my work, I only needed to focus on the design competition.

I was more leisured than ever.

When I thought back to how I had been annoyed when Patrick had been pestering me to make love with him earlier, I felt that it was truly a sweet burden.

And it was the past that I could no longer expect.

I concentrated on my design. On the last day of the deadline of the design competition, I submitted my design.

A week later, it was time to announce the result of the intermediary match. Everyone was waiting in front of the computer.

When the time was up, everyone refreshed the site.

And it turned out that it wasn't the result of the competition that came out but a notice.

I clicked open the notice. And the first thing I saw was my name.

The notice was about how I had copied Mabel Hyde's work.

Mabel Hyde, who was a top designer of a studio under Towering High's leadership, was somewhat famous in the domestic industry. If there was no accident, either she or another designer named Nancy Bland surely would be the winner of the design competition this time.

Because both of them were recognized as the strongest designers.

As soon as the announcement came out, all the people in the office looked at me.

I heard someone saying in a strange tone, "She did plagiarism. Someone doing plagiarism was disqualified last time. How come she did so this time?"

"If it weren't for others' plagiarism last time, she wouldn't have entered the intermediary match. She's just a lucky dog."

"Yeah. And she even plagiarised Mabel's work. She's really bold."

After that, everyone burst into laughter.

There were two attachments on the website, which were my work and Mabel's work respectively.

I downloaded the two attachments first and clicked open them to have a look at them.

Because it was my work. I could tell at a glance that Mabel's work was the previous draft of my final draft.

At that time, I originally decided to submit the previous draft of the current final draft.

Then I made a small change on the lights. NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

The only difference between her work and mine lay in the lights.

"Charlotte Archer, come to my office!"

When I was comparing the two paintings, Dion appeared at the door.

His expression was serious. And he looked even a little angry.

On the other hand, the colleagues on the side were all gloating and watching the show.