Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel Chapter 446

Hearing his words, I was a little sour in my heart.

I knew that he did all of these to deceive me.

Despite so, I couldn't help but feel upset.

Lowering my eyes, I looked back at him with the same indifferent expression, "Then I'll go to see the doctor tomorrow."

"Go now."

Hearing what I said, he said coldly at once.

I looked up at him, saying directly, "Tillie and I don't live in the same room. Besides, I'm wearing a mask. Even if I stay here for one more night, I won't infect her."

There was some distance between the manor and the downtown. I had to deal with some work later. By going to the hospital now, I would waste the whole night.

In that case, I'd better go there tomorrow.

If I could come back here earlier, I could work for a while.

"No way."

Hearing what I said, he decisively said no.

Feeling somewhat disappointed in my heart, I looked at him and asked in a half-joking tone, "Mr. Cowell, are you really worried about her? Or are you worried that my condition will get worse?"

I said so on purpose. In fact, I wanted to see how Patrick would respond.

I believed in secret that Tillie and Patrick were putting on an act in front of me. Even so, besides some of my own speculations, I didn't have any other evidence.

Now I needed some evidence, even if it were a few words convincing me that Patrick was acting and his purpose was to drive me away.

In fact, he cared about me.

Patrick looked at me with a calm look. Slightly moving his thin lips, he said, "I am concerned about her."

His answer was simple.

He didn't even give me any extra explanation.

It was indeed Patrick's style.

Failing to find any clues, I had to bypass his wheelchair, walked to my room, and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Cowell."

Forget it. Even if I fight with Patrick, I'm still no match for him.

As soon as I took a few steps, he suddenly grabbed my arms, making me turn around and sit on his lap. Then he pressed his handsome face against me.

He ripped off my mask directly and pressed on the back of my head tightly with one of his hands, kissing my lips. The next second, he took over my mouth domineeringly!

I was stunned at first. But the familiar smell soon infatuated me. Putting my hands around his neck, I kissed him back.

As he kissed me more and more fervently, I felt my body heating up.

A ray of hope rose in my heart.

'Could it be that Patrick was...'

While his kiss made me think randomly, he raised his head and looked at me, saying word by word, "Now, you may be infectious to her. Hurry up to see the doctor."

His words were like a basin of ice water dripping down.

For a moment, I was a little confused.

Looking at him, I said somewhat inexplicably, "Then you shouldn't have kissed me. In that way, I won't infect her."

Patrick did so to convince me to go to the hospital, didn't he?

Otherwise, why did he kiss me first and mention

Tillie later?

However I thought of this matter, I thought that Patrick didn't have to gild the lily.

Patrick pushed me away, "With your current situation, you are like a mobile virus here. I won't be at ease."

This reason was very farfetched.

Tillie was indeed young and beautiful. After comparing her with me, Patrick, who probably had slept with her, indeed assumed that a fresh, tender, and succulent woman was much more enjoyable.

That was why he thought I was a tasteless chicken rib.

I looked at the timestamp. In another 20 days, it would be March.

If everything remains the same, I will give up and leave.

Patrick's life will have nothing to do with me.

I, who was preoccupied with Patrick's affairs, wasn't in the mood to work at all. In the end, I turned off my computer and lay down on the bed to have a rest.

In the middle of the night, I suddenly felt cold all over my body. And my mouth was terribly dry.

I got up to get some water. As soon as I took a step, I felt dizzy.

I half- kneeled on the floor and rested there for quite a while before going to the kitchen once again to pour some water. After drinking up the water, I came back to my room and measured my body temperature.

It was 39 degree.

For no reason, why did I have a fever again?

I wrapped myself in a blanket and shivered on the bed. The room that had been warm was now as cold as an icehouse.

I coughed desperately. Maybe it was because I was too cold that I felt extreme pain in my lung every time I coughed.

To stop myself from coughing, I drank water desperately. Even so, I failed to stop coughing and spat out a lot of water instead.

When I was in a lot of pain...

"Knock. Knock. Knock."

"Sister Janetta? Are you okay?"

Tillie's voice came from outside the door.

At this moment, I couldn't care about anything else. Wrapping myself in a quilt, I opened the door and said, "I... I seem to have a fever."