Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 165

Ryan was indeed sharp-tongued.

Hearing his words, I couldn't say anything more. I wondered on the side as to what I should say to him before leaving.

Ryan didn't seem to notice my embarrassment. So he continued to say, "You're so young. In fact, you're smart. But you don't think about how to improve your skills and insist on turning to these crooked ways. No matter how rich he is and no matter how many connections he has, it's his anyway. If he dumped you one day, what would you have? You have nothing left!"

I stood next to Ryan and looked at him in a daze.

He was right.

His words even made me feel like my father was talking to me.

And based on his age, he was about the same age as my father.

Ryan held the sunglasses that he had just bought in his hands, put them on his face, and turned his head to me, "Hey, take your computer to Waterside Restaurant in the

west. I'll tell you what's wrong with your work."

"Huh?"

"Hurry up!"

Ryan Teague was the legendary talent, Lance Harris. Asking him to teach me face to face was once a dream to me that could not be achieved.

But now that he brought it up, I felt that it was a little strange

After all, I had been connected to him only by a ridiculous incident that morning.

However, since he said so, I certainly couldn't refuse.

I dared not to delay. So I quickly agreed and ran back to my room to take the computer.

There wasn't any restaurant called Waterside Restaurant. But I guessed that he was talking about the restaurant by the lake.

The restaurant sat across my room.

It took me more than half an hour to get my computer and went to the restaurant.

When I was there, I saw that Ryan was drawing a picture with a sketchbook in his hand. It seemed that he didn't notice my arrival.

I approached him and stood behind him for a while. Using a charcoal stick, he was drawing the scenery of the lake on paper. Because it was at night. The street lights were reflected on the water.

He perfectly illustrated the scenery with a charcoal stick.

It was like God was drawing.

To set off the effect, he wiped the drawing with his clothes casually at all times.

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By the time he finished drawing, his clothes and hands couldn't be dirtier.

He put the charcoal stick back in a small box, turned his head, and saw me behind him, asking, "When did you come?"

"I've been here for a while."

As I said, I quickly turned on my computer and clicked open the work I had designed.

Ryan began to tell me about my work.

He didn't point out problems for me all the time. According to him, a few parts I had designed were good, which highlighted the practicability Nancy had told me before.

After he finished his words, I glanced at the time at the lower right corner of the computer. It was past 2 o'clock in the middle of the night.

I benefited a lot from his words that night. So I put away my computer and thanked him repeatedly. When I was about to leave, I heard him asking me behind me, "Well, what's your mother's name?"

"My mother?" I had begun to walk out. And I looked back at him and answered, "Gina Frost."

"Gina Frost? Then... How old is she this year?"

"48 years old. And it is her natal year this year." After truthfully answering his question, I asked with a puzzled look on my face, "Mr. Ryan, do you know my mother?"

"No!"

As Ryan said that, his tone and expression were completely different from those when he had asked me questions just now.

He even looked a little proud.

"Oh..." I couldn't understand him.

Seeing that I was standing there, Ryan said impatiently, "All right, I'm leaving. You can call me Mentor Ryan in the future. You don't need to call me Mr. Ryan."

After that, he left quickly.

When I went back to my room with the computer in my arms, I saw that the lights in my house seemed to be on through the curtains.

"Did I forget to turn off the lights?"

When I opened the door with doubts, I saw Caroline lying on the sofa in my room.

"Get up."

I put down my computer and called her up without hesitation.

After what happened during the day as well as Patrick's reaction, I basically concluded that she was pretending to have amnesia.

Caroline was sleeping in a daze. After I called her a few times, she went mad and said, "What are you doing?"

Her tone sounded so familiar.

The next second, Caroline realized something and sat up immediately. And she said kindly to me, "Charlotte, you're back. It's so late. Where have you been?"

"I slept with a wild man in his room."

I sat on the bed and said indifferently.

Caroline looked at me as her face changed slightly. Then she said awkwardly, "You... Don't joke with me."

"I'm not joking. Isn't this what you expect? It's a pity that you arranged such a big scene of drugging me. It turned out that Patrick was the one who detoxified me. Are you angry?"

I said calmly.

I was just guessing that the drug had something to do with Caroline.

That was why I wanted to provoke her and make her submit herself to me.

After all, I didn't suffer a great loss. But Nancy was different!

Caroline looked at me and squeezed her dress hard with her hands. After a long time, she said, "Charlotte, you misunderstood me. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't you know? Then forget it." I stared at Caroline who was sitting on the sofa and said faintly, "That sofa is one of the places where Patrick and I made love. As you lie on it, didn't you smell something strange?"

As soon as I finished speaking, Caroline stood up quickly, "Charlotte Archer! You..." She couldn't help but look at me as if she were a timid sheep and said, "Even if you sleep with him several more times, so what? As long as I want to, I can hold him firmly in my hands at all times."

Caroline's expression was full of calculation.

Her words indicated that she had admitted that she was pretending to have amnesia.

"Oh, then go ahead. I'm a clean freak. I don't like men who are connected to other women. So you don't have to think of me as your enemy in your imagination." I got up and opened the door, "It's so

late now. Go back and accompany your Mr. Cowell."

Caroline rolled her eyes at me and left angrily.

It was so strange. It was me who had asked her to accompany Patrick.

Even so, I felt that I was congested in my heart.

As I lay in bed, it wasn't until almost the morning that I fell asleep.

By the time I got up, it had been at noon. When we were having lunch, we were informed that the ranking of the top three in this competition would be announced at 1 p.m.

I had guessed what the result of the competition in the afternoon would be.

I was ranked in the third place.

And I would get about 100 thousand dollars.

After announcing the results, Jeremy informed us that we would leave for the airport at 8 o'clock the next morning.

Finally, I could go home.

When I got up, intending to pack up my things, I saw Ryan standing up. And he pointed to me and said, "Well, Char...

Charlotte Archer, right? Hurry up and pack up your things. You can leave with me this afternoon."

His voice was very loud.

At that time, there were seven people who participated in the final as well as two judges.

Jeremy and Patrick were on the scene as well...

Everyone looked at me at the same time. "Me?" I turned my head and looked at Ryan..

I couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

"Yes, it's you. Hurry up and pack up your things. Did you hear me? We'll set off at 3 p.m.

It seemed that Ryan didn't care about what others would think of him at all.

Mabel, who was originally walking ahead of me, turned to look at me when she heard Ryan's words. Her eyes were full of sarcasm as she said, "Hey, Charlotte Archer, you're good. Master Ryan is more than 50 years old. How come you could even win him over?"