Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 53

It was unknown how long had passed.

The car finally stopped.

After the trunk was opened, Patrick stood outside and looked at me inside. And he was obviously stunned.

Then he frowned deeply.

"Let, let me out."

My body was shaking non-stop as if it had been out of my control.

However, fearing that he would close the trunk again, I tried my best to get up and climb out of the trunk.

As soon as I went out, I fell to the ground directly.

I hurt a lot. But I felt much better than staying there.

I knew that based on the current situation, as long as Patrick didn't agree, I couldn't run away at all.

I grabbed his leg openings and said in a kind manner, "Let me go. I promise that I won't show up in front of you."

The air outside probably calmed me down.

Although I spoke slowly, I didn't speak with difficulty at all.

Patrick lowered his head and looked at me under his feet. After a moment of hesitation, he suddenly bent down and picked me up!

"Put me down!" Only then did I notice that the car was parked at the door of the villa.

He ignored my resistance and held me in his arms as he went in the room.

He went upstairs.

He went all the way to the bedroom. And after throwing me on the bed, he pressed himself down on me.

He grabbed my neck tightly with one hand and looked down at me, "Mrs. Cowell, where do you want to escape to?"

"I... Ahem."

He was pinching my neck so hard. As I wanted to say something, I coughed violently before I could say anything.

"Is that so?" Patrick raised his sword- like brows slightly. Although he was expressionless, his cold eyes were dark as if a storm were brewing inside.

He snorted and used his legs to hold my crotch tightly. With a lift of his hand, he tore my T-shirt open!

"No!"

I knew what he was going to do.

But I didn't want to!

At this time, I just recovered. And I surely couldn't resist him!

I resisted him with a push. Knowing that I was resisting in vain, in the end, I had to lie down.

I had to let Patrick do whatever he wanted.

But seeing me look like this, the furious man suddenly stopped. Patrick got up and looked at me who was motionless under him. Then he said in an angry voice, "Charlotte Archer, are you that reluctant to be Mrs. Cowell?"

His words amazed me instead.

I looked at him and smiled absurdly, "Have you ever seen such a miserable lady from a rich and powerful family like me? When I was set up by someone else, why didn't you, my husband, say anything?"

As I said, I sat up from the bed, took off my torn t-shirt, and then took off my pants.

Patrick looked at me as if he didn't know what I was going to do.

I revealed most of my body. Then, I raised my arm and showed him the armpit, "Look! This one."

Then, I showed the thigh root to him, "And this one."

The two parts that were not seen by others were full of scars. Obviously, I had been injured there previously and currently.

Seeing that Patrick remained silent, I sneered and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you silent? How come you dare not to admit what you've done?"

Patrick paused for a while and asked me, "What's this?"

"How dare you ask me so? It's all because you entrusted the people inside the prison to take care of me!" I roared, "In prison, whoever fighting, brawling, or injuring others will be punished if they are

caught. So the ones you ordered to take care of me in prison deliberately injured me in these two parts!"

"I wanted to tell the prison guards, only to be caught by them. And they put me in a dog cage!"

"They forced me to scream like a dog and even walked me around with a rope. If I was disobedient, they continued to injure these two parts. I was in pain! So I dared not to disobey them!"

"But I'm born with a character that I won't reveal what I am suffering on the surface. So I've suffered a great loss in the prison!"

Kneeling down on my knees, I complained to Patrick about everything I had gone through in prison.

I was hysterical as if I was venting my anger!

Patrick listened to my words and did not say a word.

In the end, I softened my tone, "Did you see that? As you wish, I am already very miserable! Please let me go, okay? Even if I am heinous, I have been punished!"

Patrick looked at me with complicated emotions in his eyes.

After that, he asked me, "What about the child you mentioned that day?"

"How come you ask about the child? On the first day when I was in prison, didn't you ask someone to kill my child? At that time, I had been pregnant for more than four months. And I didn't want to escape. I just wanted to give birth to the child peacefully. Why didn't you even give me that chance?"

"Do you know? All the suffering and pain I've suffered in the prison are not as much as those I've suffered when I was pressed down by your men and saw that my child was torn apart by them with

a pair of pliers!"

I grabbed Patrick and told him word by word, "I won't forgive you for the rest of my life. Nor will I ever forgive Caroline!"

Tears flowed down the corner of my eyes. And I was out of control!

"That's my first child. He's gone just like that."

Patrick sat at the corner of the bed without saying a word as he looked at me who was telling my story hysterically.

But he didn't leave, indicating clearly that he wouldn't let me go.

It was unknown how long I had been crying. Later, I was tired and fell asleep.

In a daze, I felt warm all over my body. And I heard someone say in my ear, "If I say that everything has nothing to do with me..."

After that, I fell asleep and didn't hear clearly what the one around me say by my ear.

(To be continued)

The next morning, before I woke up, I heard the ringtone of a cell phone.

It wasn't my cell phone but Patrick's that was ringing.

I didn't move. Then I heard Patrick getting up to answer the phone.

As soon as he picked up the call, Caroline's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Because the bedroom was very quiet. I clearly heard her excited voice, "Why did you let her out without telling me? What if she hurts me and our baby in the future again?"

"She won't."

After saying that, Patrick hung up the phone.

I wondered what he meant by saying so.

Half an hour later, I pretended to get up, only to realize that my clothes had been changed into pajamas.

When I went downstairs, I saw that the servants had already prepared breakfast.

When the servants saw me coming down, they greeted her respectfully, "Madam."

Patrick raised his hand, "You must be hungry. Come and have breakfast."

I looked at him and was in a trance for a moment. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Patrick didn't have a cold look on his face anymore. Instead, why did I feel that he was somewhat kind to me?

I stood at the entrance of the stairs for a while and said, "Mr. Cowell, regarding what I said yesterday, what do you think?"

Patrick had a gloomy look on his face as he heard me address him "Mr. Cowell". Then he said, "You are Mrs. Cowell. No one can change it."

"So, are you going to torture me again? Are you going to send me to prison? Or are you going to force me to die directly?"

I came to my senses today. And I was very calm.

I had been in prison once and almost ended up being in prison the other time. So I had been sobered a long time ago. Nor would I have any fantasy about Patrick.

"Everything in the past has passed. And in the future..."

"Knock. Knock. Knock."

Before Patrick could finish his words, there was a knock on the door.

As soon as the servant opened the door, Caroline rushed in. Seeing that I was wearing pajamas, she had fury in her eyes!