Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 442

When I was about to go downstairs, the bodyguard caught up with me and said, "If you don't want do it, then just go. Master did this just to drive you away."

"I know, but I'm not going."

I said calmly.

The bodyguard had recognized me yesterday.

The bodyguard sighed behind me. "You are too stubborn."

"Well, I also think so."

I smiled and said,

Wearing the clothes of the servants in winter, I went to the garden with cotton gloves.

This was the first time I came here. Compared to looking at it from above, the entire garden seemed much larger when standing here.

Looking at the garden of hundreds of square meters, I knew it was no longer a matter of whether I could finish this job.

It was about how long can I hold on.

However, I didn't care.

I said I wouldn't leave, then I wouldn't.

I took a deep breath and squatted down to pluck the weeds.

The garden was covered with thick snow. When I got rid of the snow, I found that it must have been a long time since someone took care of it last time. It was full of weeds.

I squatted there and began to pluck the weeds one by one.

In winter, these weeds were very fragile. As soon as I pulled them out, they would break. Originally, I thought it would be fine.

But soon, a bodyguard came down and told me, "Mr. Cowell said that you need to pull out the straw as well."

Patrick had already planned it well upstairs.

I slowly pulled the straw out with my hand.

In the beginning, I thought I could have done it.

But as time went by, the cold air got into the gloves, and my hands quickly froze. My fingers were hard to bend, let alone pluck the weeds.

I squatted there, took off my gloves, and then put my hands inside my clothes to warm up. After a little warmer, I continued to pull the weeds out.

From the sun was shining to the sunset, I kept working this way.

In the evening, it became colder here.

The bodyguards had changed shifts several times.

One bodyguard seemed not to stand by anymore. He kindly said beside me, "Janetta, just tell the master that you can't do it, and then leave. He doesn't really want to make things difficult for you, he just wants you to leave."

"I'm not leaving."

I said calmly.

In fact, by this time I'd already been completely frozen.

But I didn't want to leave.

Now, I felt that Patrick and I were no longer competing who was able to stick to our own thoughts, but who could not hold themselves back and give up first.

Patrick did this just to push me away.

I knew why he pushed me away. I didn't believe that he could watch me suffer all the time.

Above all, I was betting on him to love me.

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But I wanted to take a gamble.

The sun set, and soon, the sky was darkened.

I was plucking the weeds one by one. Every now and then, I would turn back and see whether the lights in Patrick's bedroom were still on.

I could clearly see that he was looking at me by the window.

And Tillie was standing next to him.

At present, not only my hands, but my whole body was frozen. I really wanted to take a warm bath, but I knew it was impossible.

"Well, you wanted to wait for me to give up?"

"Then I won't give up."

Time passed by.

Later on, the lights in Patrick's room were turned off, I guessed that he had fallen asleep.

The new bodyguard asked me if I wanted to rest, but I refused decisively. "No, he said he won't allow me to rest until I finish tidying up."

It was not that I didn't want to rest. I was just afraid that Patrick was here to test me.

From sunset to sunrise,

I'd been busy the whole night.

By the time the sun rose, I was so cold that I couldn't even move my lips.

My whole body was cold inside out, and My eyes were also dizzy, and I had a headache.

And in the huge garden, I didn't even finish a small

horn.

I turned back and looked at Patrick's bedroom. He was still sitting there and looking at me.

"Well, Patrick, take a good look at me."

I didn't know why, but my heart was so wretched. It was like I was relying entirely on my anger to support myself.

I knew I was getting in a rage, but I was not willing to admit defeat.

Maybe it would be fine as long as I was willing to admit defeat.

It's a pity that I didn't know how to admit defeat since I was a child.

I also remembered the time when I was in jail. Because of my personality, I suffered a lot.

But I couldn't die here. I had to take care of Glenn.

I raised my head slightly and said to the bodyguard behind me, "I want some water."

The bodyguard nodded and went to get the water immediately. When he came over, I wanted to get up, but my waist was in great pain as soon as I moved.

I couldn't stand up. I simply lay on the ground. Even if I lay down, it would be difficult for my waist to get completely straight.

The bodyguard couldn't bear to see me like this anymore, so he half knelt down to help me. He sighed and said, "Alas, why don't you just give up? We will take good care of young master. You don't need to worry."

"Thank you..." I shook my head and sat up with difficulty.

He handed me the water.

I held a cup of hot water in my hand, but still felt terribly cold all over.

The bodyguard looked at me and said, "Your face is so red."

"Really? I'm very cold."

It's true.

I took a sip of water.

It was so good to drink water.

The bodyguard saw me taking gulps of water and said, "I'll get you something to eat."

"No." I shook my head. "I'm afraid that he has a reason to drive me away when I eat. Let's have a competition. I want to see whether I'll collapse first, or he won't be able to sit still first."

I drank up the water and gave the cup back to the bodyguard, and then I wanted to squat down to cut the weeds.

However, as soon as I squatted down this time, I felt dizzy and plunged into the snow!

"Janetta!"

I heard the bodyguard's voice.

I opened my eyes in a daze and waved my hand. "It's okay, I..."

I wanted to say, "I'm fine", but my strength faded away before I spoke.

My eyes fell on the window of the man's bedroom on the second floor, and I saw that he had moved the wheelchair away.

I guessed he couldn't sit still anymore.

If he loved me, how could he tolerate this?

The bodyguards carried me into the house. Soon, I saw Patrick coming in from the outside. He was sitting in a wheelchair, and there seemed to be no trace of distress in his black eyes.

He came up to me and looked me up and down with a cold expression. "If you can't do it. Just go."

"I... will do it." I gritted my teeth and sat up from the sofa. I wanted to stand up, but my legs went powerless. Then I fell down on the soft carpet.

It was so painful.

So cold.

"I must have had a high fever." I thought.

The moment I fell down, I saw Patrick stretch out his arm, which had been on the wheelchair all along.

I thought, "He still feels sorry for me."

However, he did not move in the end, but said with an impatient face, "Let's wait for you to dispel the fever first, or it'll be ominous for me if you die here!"

I managed to stand up and looked at Patrick.

I wanted to find a distressed expression on his face, but I tried very hard and find nothing.

"He doesn't seem to feel sorry for me at all?"

For a moment, I was a little confused. "Was my insistence right?" I murmured in my heart.

Was it really right for me to give up so much to come here?