Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 498

We both looked up in unison.

Patrick said, "Come in."

The door was pushed opened once again.

Unexpectedly, it was Roger.

Standing at the door, Roger said with embarrassment, "Well, here it is. I originally planned a dinner for the four of us after my brother was back. I've reserved a table. I forgot to tell you this just now."

Looking at the documents in front of him, Patrick hesitated for a moment before saying, "All right."

Hearing that he agreed, I said, "Let's go now."

After all, Patrick hadn't even had his lunch.

"Now?" Standing where he was, Roger asked with a gossipy look in his eyes, "Then, aren't you guys go ahead with what you did just now?"

"You..."

"You've disrupted us twice. We are no longer in the mood, okay?"

Before I could say anything, Patrick spoke first.

Hearing this, Roger suddenly realized something, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have forgotten

about the dinner just now."

I patted Patrick on his shoulder.

Nodding, he took something out from a drawer on the side and put it into his pocket. Then he went to pick up the crutch on the side. Seeing his movement, Roger was stunned for a moment before running over to support him.

Patrick stood up and supported himself with a crutch. Roger, who was sensible, immediately said, "Well, let's have dinner in another private place. I'll rearrange it!"

He knew that Patrick couldn't show up in public with his current state.

After saying that, Roger ran out again.

Patrick didn't say anything. Supporting him and glancing at the cold lunch beside him, I touched his stomach and said with some distress, "You aren't allowed to miss your lunch in the future. Otherwise, I'll come here and have lunch with you every day."

I originally wanted to scare him.

Unexpectedly, Patrick immediately said, "Okay."

His tone sounded as if he couldn't ask for more.

The look in his eyes indicated that he seemed to get what he wanted. Seeing this, I asked angrily, "You're trying to trick me into having meals with you here, right? That's why you're acting like this on purpose, aren't you?"

Curling up the corner of his mouth and revealing a smile, he, who originally rested his hand on the crutch, wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my cheek, saying seriously, "No, I did have forgotten to eat lunch."

"Really?"

"It's true."

I pretended to be angry and said, "I will barely trust you. If I find you do so next time, I won't come here. Without seeing you, I won't be angry."

Seeing that I was angry, he immediately comforted me, "I think it's too troublesome for you to come here to have dinner with me every day. Can you consider working here?"

"Do you want to hire me?" I raised my eyebrows.

Knowing that he didn't think so, I deliberately asked.

Looking a little more serious, he looked at me and said, "The sub-top floor is reserved for you. Move your studio here. I will waive you the rent and the expense of the utility. I can also imprint your logo on the outside wall." As he said this, he added, "The size of your logo can be bigger than that of Towering High."

"No!"

I subconsciously refused.

However, on second thought, I felt palpitate in my heart.

Previously, we had willfully chosen to build our office building in a remote place. Moreover, we owed a lot of money to the bank.

These days, we had been under great pressure. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

If we could move our studio to the office building of Towering High...

But I dispelled my hesitation soon.

Speaking of buying land and building an independent office building this time, Nancy had contributed to it more than I did. If I proposed moving here at this moment, Nancy probably would like to break up with me.

I shook my head quickly and continued, "No. The studio doesn't belong to me alone."

Patrick wasn't in a rush, saying, "It is okay. Call Nancy here. I'll talk to her."

Patrick, a businessman, surely was good at negotiating. If he negotiated with Nancy, it would probably take less than three minutes for Nancy to agree.

For a moment, I was swayed.

The main reason was that Patrick couldn't walk properly now. I indeed wanted to take care of him here.

Seeing that I was hesitating, Patrick didn't force me, "If you don't want to, forget it. I promised you that the sub-top floor was for you. And I surely will keep my promise."

While talking, he pressed his face closer and closer to me. I could feel his tender breath.

I didn't have any specific feelings. Even so, I could guess that he surely wanted to...

"Boss, I am done with reserving a restaurant. Let's..."

Roger's voice rang once again.

When he was halfway through his words, he said, "Go ahead. Call me after you're done."

"We are done!"

Patrick spoke first before Roger went out.

There was a hint of displeasure in his tone.

Normally, Patrick would walk with two crutches. When he wanted to rest his hand back on the crutch, I stopped him.

I pulled his arm and said, "Let me hold you, okay?"

Looking at me, he thought for a moment and nodded.

Looking up at Roger standing at the door in embarrassment, Patrick asked with some displeasure, "From now on, you aren't allowed to go in and out of here as you wish."

"Boss!" Roger immediately said, "I'm sorry! I will knock on the door in the future! I swear!"

Patrick glanced at him without saying anything.

He consented...

The three of us got on Patrick's car.

Patrick couldn't walk properly now. So he was now driving a car adapted from a seven- seated business car.

It was spacious inside.

We got in the car. With the driver driving the car. Roger led the way. After going around countless alleys, we finally arrived at the entrance of a midsized quadrangle courtyard.

Roger made a call. Soon, the door in front of us opened. Originally, I thought it was a door. Unexpectedly, it was a passage to the underground.

The driver drove in. And we were in an underground garage.

There was only a car parked inside.

A few minutes had passed since we came in. Then I saw Lisa's car driving in.

Roger, who had been concerned about Patrick just now, ran over to Lisa immediately while calling her name upon seeing her.

After Lisa got out of the car, Roger spoke, "Why did you come here in a car by yourself? Didn't I ask the driver to pick you up at home? You..."

"I'm not a porcelain doll."

Lisa glanced at Roger helplessly. Even so, I felt that she was happy inside.

Lisa and I grew up together. And Lisa had always been fighting alone.

Without parents or someone to protect her, she had long protected herself by setting up her own defense. Now, the man who loved and cared about her finally showed up.

But it would take some time for her to put down her defense.

Supporting Lisa, Roger said, "Yes, yes. I'm just afraid that someone would be so blind as to drive recklessly along the way. What if my baby is scared?"

"No! My child won't be so delicate."

Lisa said indifferently.

She looked up at Patrick and me, saying with a smile, "Oh, you two have reconciled with each other. Mr. Cowell, while you were away, your wife almost..."

"Lisa, watch out for the staircases ahead!"

I interrupted Lisa decisively.

Moreover, I glanced at Patrick beside me out of the corner of my eyes.

It seemed that his face didn't change.