Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 439

Standing to the side, I finally understood why Patrick was in such a state of collapse.

It was so hard for him to even sit up. He must feel very frustrated.

I didn't dare to say it, so I could only stand by the side. I picked up the shower and was about to open it when the man looked up and asked me, "Are you going to help me take a bath with your clothes on?"

Before I could speak, he said, "There are no spare clothes here. If your clothes are wet, you can walk alone naked. Anyway, the bodyguards outside have seen you naked."

His words were like thorns. After I heard it, a burst of blush appeared on my face, and I couldn't wait to find a place to sneak in.

For a moment, I was a little confused. "Then what should I wear..."

"Why are you still wearing clothes when I've already taken them off?"

The man's face was cold. Although he said such things, I didn't feel that he had any improper thoughts.

Or, even if he wanted to, he couldn't.

I hesitated for a moment. Just when I was about to go out and change my clothes, Patrick pulled me from behind and said impatiently, "Where are you going?"

"To get changed..."

I blinked my eyes and looked at him.

He seemed a little unhappy. "Change it here! I've seen every inch of you before. What are you hiding?"

Since the day I put on my wedding dress, every word Patrick said was like shooting. He was not good at communicating at all now.

I bit my lips and didn't argue with him. I stood in the bathroom obediently and took off my clothes.

I picked up the shower again, adjusted the temperature of the water, and rushed the water to his back. I asked him, "How is the temperature?"

"It's okay."

The man said flatly.

Soon, hot white steam rose in the bathroom.

I washed Patrick's hair first, and then I helped him wash his body bit by bit.

The man just sat there, like a child at my mercy, not moving at all.

It was like the person sitting in front of me wasn't him, but Glenn.

At the thought of this, I gradually felt relieved.

I thought he hadn't taken a bath for many days. As a person who used to take a bath every day, he must be very uncomfortable, so I took a particularly serious shower for him.

After washing up, I helped him clean up and put on his clothes before putting mine on.

I pushed the wheelchair over.

Patrick didn't count on me anymore. He held the armrest of the wheelchair in his own hand and planned to sit back in the wheelchair.

However, the bathroom differed from before. It was full of water vapor now. When he was about to get back to the wheelchair with his hands propping up, he suddenly slipped...

The stool he previously sat on collapsed, his legs were losing the fulcrum, and his entire body fell downwards!

I was so scared that I hurried to help him up, but I couldn't support him at all.

We fell to the floor of the bathroom together.

I was supporting his back with my hand and

pressed up by him.

Ouch!

I gritted my teeth and didn't dare to shout out. I asked Patrick, "Are you all right?"

He sat up, lowered his head and said nothing.

I thought he was fine, so I went to the stool first.

However, just as I set the stool up, he suddenly raised his fist and hit his own leg. One punch after punch, the fist hit the flesh!

"Stop it!"

Seeing him like this, I felt extremely distressed and I reached out to stop him.

Although Patrick's leg was broken, his hands were as before.

He still had strength in his arms. No matter how I tried to block it, he just pounded his legs.

I watched him hit them, but I couldn't stop him. In the end, I simply lay on his lap.

He saw me press on him. He squeezed out two words from his teeth. "Get out of my way."

I didn't listen. I just pressed down and shouted, "Why don't you hit me first? If you hit me to death, no one will stop you."

As soon as I finished my words, I felt a heavy punch on my back.

"Eh-hem!"

I desperately coughed, and then another punch!

Two punches landed on my body.

I was in so much pain, but I didn't shout out. I just gritted my teeth and waited for the man to continue to beat me.

However, after two punches, the third fist finally didn't fall.

After a while, I heard the impatient voice of Patrick behind me. "Get up! Don't put yourself on me. It's so annoying!"

"Doesn't he mean to stop fighting himself?" I thought.

Hearing his words, my heart was slightly relieved.

This time, I tried again. I helped Patrick up and used all the strength I could muster to lift him up from the ground and help him up to the wheelchair.

When he got to the wheelchair, I felt that my whole body was sweating, with sweat sticking to my clothes.

I didn't wipe it away and just looked at Patrick, who was sitting in a wheelchair. "I'm sorry for not working out more often. I'll do more exercise in the future."

Shirley had said before that people like them were all sensitive and fragile.

So I blamed myself for this matter.

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I pushed him out.

When we arrived at the room, the man said, "You can wait outside. I will call you when I need you."

"Yes."

I went out after my reply.

This was the first time for me to be a servant. Standing in the long corridor, I looked around and found that it was really boring to be a servant, and it was a waste of time and life.

During this period, if Patrick didn't need me, I couldn't do anything. I could only stand here and wait for his orders.

Standing here, I couldn't wait to take my phone and design something.

But I can't.

If I did this, I would be finding an excuse for Patrick to drive me away.

I kept standing outside until it was 11 o'clock. When the bodyguards asked me to cook, I went there obediently.

Although Patrick lived alone in the suburbs, the big refrigerator in the kitchen was full, and all the ingredients were available.

I thought his legs were not good and his mood was unstable, so I chose some food that was easier to digest. When I saw there were some bones in the freezer, I cooked a pot of bone soup. However, he could not eat bone soup at noon since it would take a long time. I used light fire to simmer it, and it should be finished at night.

I cooked three dishes and made two major foods, rice and porridge. Then I put them in the dining car next to me and pushed them up.

As soon as I reached the second floor, I heard Patrick's angry voice. "Where did she go?"

The door of the bedroom was closed, but I still heard the voice of Patrick clearly. I was scared and ran over in a hurry with pushing the cart.

I arrived at the door and heard a loud sound from inside. Something made of glass had hit the wall.

I was so scared that I opened the door quickly. The bodyguard stood next to me and didn't dare to move. Beside him was a vase that had been broken into pieces, and there was water around it.

When Patrick saw me, he was stunned for a moment and then asked angrily, "Where have you been? Don't you know how to be a servant? Do you need me to teach you?"

"I... I went to cook." After I said that, I remembered Shirley's words and apologized quickly. "I'm sorry, I should have told you first, It's my fault."

Hearing this, he seemed to be a little less angry and turned the wheelchair around.

I walked to the side of the bodyguard, bent over and tidied up the vase fragments on the ground.