บททั้งหมดของ Substitute Bride,Substitute Love: บทที่ 441 - บทที่ 450

In the afternoon, my brain almost stopped working. Patrick asked me to get water, and I stood there pouring water for him with the teapot in my hand. Then my mind went blank. It wasn't until the water flowed down the table and scalded my feet that I realized what I was doing. "I'm sorry!" I put the teapot aside and looked at Patrick. He looked at me, and his black eyes were cold. He didn't intend to blame me for pouring out the water, and there was no expression on his face. He just looked at me. But I was scared by his stares. I took out the paper from the bathroom and apologized while wiping. "I'm sorry, sir. I'll be more careful." After cleaning the table, I went to get a mop to wipe the floor again. The mob was in the tools room downstairs, so I ran over to get it. After finishing the work, Patrick said, "You can go down and prepare dinner first." "Yes, my lord." I left after I answered. When I arrived at

Patrick called an doctor over for me. The doctor gave me an injection and prescribed the medicine. It wasn't until I lay in bed for about three days that my fever was basically relieved. But I would cough sometimes. Fearing that I would infect others, I put on a mask. Over the past few days, Tillie had completely taken over my job, taking care of Patrick's life. I saw that Tillie stayed in Patrick's room for a few hours many times, feeling quite sad in my heart. I wanted to ask them what they were doing inside. I was afraid that Patrick would ask Tillie to help him take a bath as I did for him. Although I thought that Patrick wouldn't do that, upon further deliberation, I felt that it was probable. That evening, once again, Tillie stayed in Patrick's room for three hours before going back. Upon bumping into her in the corridor, I saw that she got somewhat soaked on her body and couldn't help asking, "What are you doing in Mr. Cowell

Without looking up, I couldn't see Tillie's expression. But all of this didn't matter to me anymore. Tillie was silent for a while before saying, "Ms. Nolan, I've inquired about it. It turns out that you are Mr. Cowell's ex-wife and that you bore a child for him. Now you stay here and refuse to leave, intending to rekindle your feelings with Mr. Cowell." "Yes." I didn't deny it. From a certain point of view, I probably indeed hoped so. Hearing this, Tillie giggled, "Ms. Nolan, you're really naive. Have you ever heard of a saying?" I ignored her. Seeing that I didn't respond, she continued, "Men actually are very dedicated. No matter how old they are, they are all falling for women of twenty years old. The way you see it, aren't they devoted?" After that, Tillie smiled even more brightly. I looked up and glanced at smiling Tillie. Finally, I realized that something was wrong with her. Although Tillie's hair was of plain black c

Hearing my words, Tillie quickly reached out to touch my forehead "Why is it so hot?! I'll call an ambulance for you." "There's no need for that. I..." I originally wanted to refuse her, thinking that I would be fine after taking some medicine. However, upon finishing my words, I felt that everything in front of me went black. Then I fainted. I felt that Tillie helped me up. Vaguely, I could hear her calling an ambulance. Despite being weak at this time, I wasn't completely unconscious. I could feel a few bodyguards putting me on the bed and that someone fetched a thick quilt and covered me with it. The lights in the room were turned on. I opened my eyes slightly and saw that Tillie was next to me. There were two shallow red marks on her neck. Oh, it was hickeys. I probably was seriously ill. At this moment, upon seeing the hickeys on her neck, I felt nothing else. It was as if I had seen something ordinary. Later,

"Ah?" I was stunned, saying, "Can you come back and pick me up?" The driver immediately refused, "No! I have another order to take!"  Then he hung up the call directly. "I'm the one who let him go." I was confused. Then Patrick's voice rang behind me. Looking back, I saw Patrick sitting in a wheelchair with a gloomy look on his face. I frowned slightly, "Why did you do so? Mr. Cowell." After making up my mind to leave, I changed how I addressed him and no longer called him Master. Hearing my address, Patrick narrowed his eyes slightly. He lowered his eyes and said after a long while, "The online car-hailing is not safe." "Is it because of this?" Hearing his words, I looked at him with some inquiry in my eyes, "Then how should I leave?" "Jeremy will come here to report to me tomorrow. I will let him take you away then." Upon finishing his words, he turned around and left in his wheelchair. He left me onl