Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick) novel Chapter 509

"Why did you... come here?"

Standing up in a hurry, I helped Patrick into the office.

While walking in, he closed the door handily.

Looking up at the closed door, I knew that he should be here for what had happened just now.

Even if he wouldn't take the initiative to come here, I would ask him about it.

I helped Patrick seated on the sofa. Sitting up, he looked at me and said, "What do you want to know? Go ahead."

Sure enough, he knew me.

Sitting opposite him and looking at him, I thought for a moment before asking, "What happened? What did Kelsi do?"

"Ever since she left last time, per my order, Louis had been keeping an eye on everything about her, including the ones she contacted. As expected, she dealt with the ones who smuggled guns and bribed a murderer, asking him to kill someone."

Patrick didn't state who Kelsi had wanted to kill explicitly. Even so, I knew that it was me.

I looked at Patrick, asking, "What did you do?"

"I handed over everything to the police, including the information about the smuggler. I sort of made a great contribution. Therefore, as for whether Kelsi will be in jail or not, it is totally up to me."

Patrick looked calm as he spoke.

It was as if the matter was under his control throughout the end.

Seeing him like this, I wasn't surprised.

His brief words seemed to have explained the whole matter. Hearing his way of dealing with the matter just now, I didn't ask him anything further.

However, I was puzzled about one point...

Leaning on the back of the sofa, I organized my words before saying, "But Kelsi is the lady of the Kelsi family, isn't she? She should have lived in a high-class society ever since her childhood. How come she hangs out with these people?"

Hearing my question, Patrick curled up the corner of his mouth with a hint of helplessness on his face, "People tend to be attracted by things that they don't know and haven't touched, don't they?"

"Well?"

"Do you know who the father of Kelsi's child is?"

Patrick asked me...

I shook my head.

It seemed that I had never inquired about this matter.

"It's a punk, or a head of the ruffians."

Hearing Patrick's words, I was unconvinced.

With Kelsi's character, how could the father of her child be a gangster?

"How is this possible..."

Seeing that I didn't speak and judging from my expression, Patrick knew that his words didn't convince me. He smiled bitterly, saying, "You don't believe me, do you? In fact, I didn't believe it at first either. Later, I asked someone to check it out. It's true."

"Why... why is she..."

I was so puzzled.

Taking out his cell phone from his pocket and clicking open the mailbox, Patrick showed me an e-mail that he had saved.

I clicked open the attachments of the email and saw a couple of photos and video clips.

In a photo, Kelsi wore a black T-shirt with metallic ornaments, a pair of super shorts, mesh stockings with holes, and a pair of high heels.

Wearing smokey- eye make- up, she was in the arms of a tall and strong man.

Looking like a ruffian at first glance, the man was smiling in the photo. Curling up the corner of his mouth, he looked rascal.

Wrapping one of his arms around Kelsi's waist, he held a cigarette with the other.

A bunch of hooligans surrounded them.

I continued to look through the remaining photos. And one of the photos showed that Kelsi sat on the sofa while resting her legs on the table.

She, who didn't behave like a lady at all, was simply a Little Miss Badass.

As I was about to defend myself, he pressed me down on the back of the sofa and kissed me.

He tasted my lips lightly.

Kissing me lightly at first, he had no intention of letting go of me. On the contrary, bits by bits, he kissed me more and more strongly and affectionately.

Hooking my arms around his neck, I responded to him.

Speaking of which, we hadn't been so intimate since I was pregnant, fearing that we would fail to control ourselves.

We were afraid of hurting the child.

If the child were gone, a woman at my age would hardly get pregnant in the future.

As both of us were mesmerized by the kissing, he began to touch my body randomly.

It was now autumn. When he lifted my clothes, a gust of cold wind blew in.

I couldn't help but shudder and be sobered.

Pushing him away quickly, I said, "No. It will hurt our daughter."

"Our daughter?"

Raising his eyebrows, he looked at me.

Only then did I remember that I had called him just now, intending to tell him the result of the test. Because of Katy's matter, I forgot it.

I nodded, "Yes. If it were a son, forget it. However, a baby girl surely is more delicate."

"But I..."

Patrick grabbed my hand and guided me.

A long time had passed ever since we made love last time. After the kissing, he could no longer hold himself back.

I frowned. But he said with a pitiful look, "I've consulted the doctor. After the first three months, that is, the safety period, pass, we can make love. The premise is that we should do it gently." Through the zipper, I could feel his desire.

However, I had some hesitation, "But your private part is too large...Our baby girl will get hurt with ease."