Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 440

I bent down to pick up the pieces. Then I heard the man's angry voice behind me. "Didn't you go to cook? Where's lunch?!"

I was so frightened that my hand trembled, and the vase fragment broke my finger. The blood quickly flowed out of the wound.

I put my fingers in my mouth. I looked up and found Patrick was looking at me.

For a moment, I didn't know whether I should pick up the fragments of the vase first or give him the lunch first.

I struggled for a while and then put the glass pieces beside the wall. I stood up and said, "Please wait for a moment."

After I said that, I went out and put the dishes on the dining car one by one on a movable small table in the room. Then I pushed the small table to the front of Patrick and placed the chopsticks for him.

I said respectfully, "Sir, enjoy your meal."

Patrick did not move. He just lowered his head.

I didn't know what he was thinking. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand and grabbed my finger. He said impatiently, "Cooking, and cleaning up. How can you deal with such a big house?! Let others clean up those things!"

"Others?" I thought.

There was no one else in this magnificent estate but me.

However, I said nothing. I just pulled back my fingers gently and said in a very peaceful tone, "Sir, I don't trust others to do these things well, so leave them all to me."

Thinking of what happened just now, I added, "I will never leave here, and I will put my phone on. If you find I am not at the door, don't worry. Just call me. No matter what I do, I will come over immediately."

Patrick heard what I said and looked up. His expression seemed to be a little sorry about me, but he said nothing. He just lowered his eyes and ate.

I stood aside. I saw him take a bite and asked nervously, "Sir, how does it taste? If it's not delicious, I'll do better next time."

Patrick remained silent.

I turned around to clean up the glass fragments. When I carefully cleaned up all the vase fragments, I took a vacuum. I looked at Patrick and asked, "Sir, can I clean the floor with this? It may be a little noisy."

"It's up to you."

That meant okay.

Then I used vacuum to clean up all glasses. After making sure that there were no pieces left, I put it back and went outside to stand.

After a while, Patrick finished his meal, and I went back.

He looked at me with confusion and asked, "What do you eat?"

"I'll go to the kitchen later and eat something."

I answered.

I realized I had never paid attention to when the servants at home ate. Only once, I saw Janice and Lacy taking turns to have a meal in the kitchen.

But there was only me here. Therefore, I was a little confused about when should I have a meal.

Patrick seemed to be unhappy when he heard this. "Ask the bodyguards to move a table over and eat with me."

"Thank you, sir."

I knew what Patrick is thinking.

I had dinner with Patrick.

At nine o'clock in the evening, I helped Patrick brush his teeth and wash his face. I saw him watch TV in the bedroom, so I thought about whether I could go back to the room to design something or not.

I asked, "Sir, can I go back to my room to rest?"

However, he replied immediately, "No! Watch the TV with me."

Helplessly, I could only stand there and accompany him to watch TV.

I looked at the watch on the wall went from 9 p.m. to 11 p.m.

He sat while I was standing. When I felt my legs were numb, finally, Patrick felt sleepy and said, "Help me change my pajamas."

"Yes, sir."

I walked over to him, helped him change into his pajamas, and helped him get to the bed.

When I tucked him in and thought that I could leave, Patrick pointed to the place next to the door and said, "Stand here. I want to see you as soon as I wake up."

"What?"

I tilted my head and looked at Patrick.

I couldn't believe it.

I even didn't understand what he meant.

"What does this mean? Does it mean that I can't sleep all night?" I thought.

His expression was indifferent. "Don't you understand what I'm saying? Aren't you going to be my servant? Then you have to listen to me. I'm asking you to stand here at night. Don't sleep. Do you understand?"

I finally understood. Patrick's performance during the day was very normal, and it didn't seem like he was going to make things difficult for me at all.

It turned out that he was waiting for this moment.

However, since he said it, I couldn't refute it.

I nodded and said, "Okay, sir, I understand. You should go to rest early."

After that, I stood there.

Patrick lay there, breathing evenly after a while. I knew he was asleep.

My legs were already numb. I moved my ankle and looked at the sofa beside me. I hesitated for a moment, but still didn't sit down.

Since I chose to stay, I couln't be driven out by him!

I stood there for a whole night.

It was also the first time that I felt the night... could be so long.

At about six o'clock the next morning, Patrick cracked his eyes and got up.

At this moment, I had stayed awake for nearly a whole night. I closed my eyes in a doze for a while, but most of the time, I kept my eyes open.

As soon as he moved, I walked over to help him up.

But when I took a step, I felt my legs were a little heavy.

My whole body tripped over.

In order to keep myself from falling down, I put my hand on the cabinet on the side. Patrick looked up at me saying nothing.

My leg was sore. I gritted my teeth, walked to Patrick and said, "Sir, good morning. Let me help you."

Patrick put his arm on my hand.

It seemed that he wanted to knock me down. He deliberately held back his strength. I stood for an entire night, and now my eyes were sore and my head was dizzy. Because of his pressure, I was almost brought down.

Luckily, I held on to the side of the bed.

Patrick moved his body to the wheelchair, and I pushed him into the room to wash.

When everything was done, I applied to go downstairs to make breakfast. Patrick heard it and immediately became a little unhappy. "Shouldn't you prepare breakfast before I get up?"

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In fact, I didn't expect him to wake up so early.

Patrick, seeing me like this, seemed to have nothing to say. He waved his hand and said, "Go."

I finally got out of the room.

Originally, I wanted to rest for a while at the stairway. But I was afraid that Patrick would be anxious, so I struggled to the kitchen. When cooking the porridge, I sat on the ground to rest for a while.

When the breakfast was ready, I rested for ten minutes and then pushed the dining car to deliver the meal.

Everything was the same as yesterday, but in the afternoon, the exhaustion of last night finally came back to me.