Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 404

They were Patrick and Kelsi.

The car passed by them quickly. I turned around desperately. But I didn't have time to see Patrick's expression clearly.

Why did it turn out like this?

At that moment, my mind went blank. And everything between Shelton and me emerged again.

"Could it be that Patrick is lying to me as well?"

The saddest thing was that even though I had seen everything with my eyes, I still believed Patrick in my heart.

Maybe I saw it wrong. And the man just assembled Patrick.

Or perhaps, they...they were just talking...

It was so ridiculous. I had thought about breaking up with Patrick before. But when I saw such a scene now, I felt extremely sad.

I didn't notice when Nancy's car arrived at the restaurant. It wasn't until she opened the car door for me and I looked up that I found that we had arrived.

On the side, Paulina flattered me, "Boss, please

get off the car."

I was stunned for a moment before coming to my senses. Then I forced a smile, curled up the corner of my mouth, and put away all the emotions in my heart. After that, I got out of the car.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

At this time, Nancy stood aside and looked at me. Frowning, she said, "What's wrong? Are you not feeling well?"

"No." I shook my head.

Paulina had been quite careless. However, hearing Nancy's words, she immediately asked, "Could it be that the food is too expensive here? Janetta, you feel sorry for your wallet, right?"

Nancy said with a smile, "How can it be? Towering High gets Janetta's back. Even if she acquires this restaurant, she won't feel sorry for her wallet."

At this moment, I found Nancy's words overwhelmingly sarcastic.

I forced a smile and said nothing.

It didn't take us a long time to finish the meal.

During this period, I didn't speak much. At first, Paulina tried to liven the atmosphere. Later, seeing that I didn't answer her, she concentrated on eating.

After the meal, Nancy sent me home.

I went upstairs directly, turned on my laptop, and began to browse the social websites.

At this time, the public changed their opinions. And this matter was even listed in the most searched hashtags. In just a few hours, it had already climbed to the top ten ranks. Unexpectedly, the title of the most searched hashtags read, "Please apologize to Janetta Nolan."

I clicked on the most searched hashtags and found a post from my classmates at college.

And the post read, "When Charlotte Archer, that is, Janetta Nolan, was slandered online a few days ago. I spoke up for her, only to be scolded badly. But now, I can finally speak up for her above-

board!"

Then, the poster listed out what I had done at college one by one.

And the dirty deeds Caroline had done at college were mentioned in the post as well.

In fact, I knew that this classmate of mine was not necessarily all with good intentions. After all, there was a bright red V badge next to her profile.

Anyway, it was a good thing. If they could get more traffic by praising me, they could praise me more.

Besides this classmate of mine, many paid posters all changed their wordings and began to speak up for me to gain the public's attention.

Many of them mentioned the relationship between Rosy and me.

After reading the relative posts, I didn't know what to say for a moment.

Nobody would have thought that even though Rosy had passed away for many years, she was still the one who helped me.

I went out of the study and went into the master bedroom. Standing in front of Rosy's portrait and looking at her kind smile, I stood there and said with tears all over my eyes, "Grandma, thank you."

Perhaps, in the final analysis, Rosy was the only one in the world who loved me the most.

I went into the bathroom and took a shower. After I came out, I received a text from Nancy, saying that someone had deposited 50 thousand dollars into the studio's bank account. Although the sender was anonymous, he left a note, which read, "Compensation for the damage done to your studio."

That was great. Everything was developing in a good way.

I dried my hair, sat on the bed, and read the comments on my cell phone for a while. Feeling a little sleepy, I fell asleep.

By the time I woke up again, it had been dark

outside.

I got up and went downstairs. The lights downstairs were not turned on. I stood at the stairway entrance, looking around while going downstairs. Failing to stand still, I rolled down the stairs!

"It hurts..."

I lay on the ground, rubbing my back.

"It hurts so much."

I couldn't even get up.

Lying there, I rested for quite a while before sitting up.

Looking at the dim living room around me, I saw a faint light shining through the window of the living room. Searching the living room carefully, I was sure that Patrick hadn't come back.

"Yeah, he didn't come back. Otherwise, seeing that I fell down, he surely would come to me."

I thought of the kiss at noon.

I, who had been pretending to be strong, could no longer disguise myself.

I stood where I was and kept telling myself, "Aren't you going to be independent of him? Aren't you going to stop thinking about him?"

After all, everything would only get worse and worse if we were together. It would be better if we weren't together.

In that case, the ones I loved wouldn't get hurt.

How nice it would be!

I kept telling myself like this.

Yeah. Since I decided to break up with him, I would have to make things clear to him face to face, right?

I was deceiving myself in my mind.

Rubbing my waist, I took out my cell mobile phone from my pocket. Looking at the empty cell phone with no missed calls or incoming texts, I felt lost.

I then dialed Patrick's number.

"Beep... beep..." The voice rang over the line.

Holding the cell phone in my hands, I waited quietly. After about 30 seconds, the phone was finally connected.

"Hey! Hey!"

I spoke first.

After a moment of silence, I heard Patrick's voice. "Janetta Nolan, it happens that I have something to tell you."

"Janetta Nolan?"

"It seems that it has been a long time since Patrick called me so alienatedly."

Hearing how he addressed me, I was in a mess in my heart. Standing there for a long time, I wanted to say something several times, only to hold myself back in the end.

In the end, I said simply, "Say it."

After that, I felt that my heart seemed to be in midair and that it beat slowly.

I was waiting for his answer.

But suddenly, I was afraid again. So I changed my wordings and said, "Well, how about..."

Before I could suggest that we should talk face to face, I heard Patrick say, "I have something to do recently. We shouldn't meet for the time being."

Hearing his words, I, who was originally hopeful, became disappointed in an instant.

"Okay, I see."

I didn't know what I was thinking about at that time. Standing there straight, I replied briefly and hung up the phone.

I stood in the empty and quiet living room on a dead night.

For a moment, I didn't feel much. Neither did I feel any pain or sadness.

Assuming that this matter was the same as a trivial matter in daily life, I felt nothing at all.

It was just that I forgot to blink my eyes. And my eyes were so dry and bitter.

I didn't know what I was going to do the next second.

My brain went blank. And everything stopped. I even forgot to think with my brain.

Was it probably a self- defense system of my brain?

I just stood there. It was unknown how long I had been standing there. In the end, I came to my senses little by little.

I clearly remembered what had happened just now and muttered to myself, "Well, it's good. In the future, I can concentrate on making a design. And I will never get involved in those irritating things again."