Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 497

After going back home, Patrick and I didn't get Glenn back to our side for the time being. Patrick had been quite busy because of his work.

He worked overtime after midnight almost every day.

In the beginning, I waited for him to get off work.

But he got off work too late every day. Sometimes, he directly slept in his office.

After waiting for him for a few days, I finally gave up.

However, I was concerned about his legs. According to the doctor, Patrick had to do rehabilitation at home. But Patrick was so busy that he didn't even go home, let alone doing the rehabilitation.

A week after Patrick returned to City Y, I couldn't sit still anymore.

That afternoon, after getting off work, I went straight to Patrick's office.

This time, the receptionist didn't stop me. I went all the way to the top floor smoothly.

As soon as I entered Patrick's office, it wasn't his office desk but a small well-built equipment for rehabilitation in the office that popped up in my eyes.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but be stunned.

Patrick looked at me, "Why are you here?"

"You... you're doing rehabilitation here when you don't go home usually, right?" I couldn't help but be a little angry.

My mind began to run wild. I wondered whether it was because he was afraid that I would laugh at him that he refused to do rehabilitation in front of me.

But I soon dismissed such an idea. After all, I watched him do rehabilitation when we were abroad.

Putting down the documents in his hands, he rubbed his temples with his eyes closed, saying, "No. I've been too busy recently to do the rehabilitation. So I asked Jeremy to buy a set of equipment for me and put it in the office. In this way, I can use my odd times."

Hearing him say this, I felt a lump in my throat.

For a moment, I felt that I was thinking too much. He had been abroad for so long. Naturally, he had to deal with a lot of important things in the company in person. It made sense that he was quite occupied.

I put down my bag and walked behind him.

Wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my face against his ear, I muttered, "You don't have to work too hard."

"Okay." He patted my hand, "I'm almost done with the piled-up works. After I'm done with them, I'll have time to accompany you." Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

"I'm fine." I shook my head, staring at the pile of scattered documents on his office desk.

I could see Patrick's comments on the visible parts of the documents.

It seemed that he had been dedicated to dealing with these things over these days.

Pressing my head against his more closely, I said with distress, "Don't be too busy. I am not a child who needs your accompany me all the time. Adjust your working hours. Don't stay up late. Or you

will die suddenly."

"Got it," he said with a smile.

"Have you had dinner today?"

It happened to be time for dinner. By asking him so, I thought that he shouldn't have eaten anything yet.

In this case, I could have dinner with him.

Looking up, Patrick glanced at the food in the corner and shook his head.

Looking at the cold food in the corner and realizing something, I said, "Could it be that you haven't had your lunch yet?"

"No, I had."

Patrick answered quickly.

Seeing this, I was more convinced that he surely hadn't eaten his lunch.

Feeling a little helpless, I pressed his hand and said, "Have dinner with me."

"All right."

His voice was gentle and pleasant. Hearing what I said, he didn't refute at all.

It seemed that he would do everything as I said.

I felt warm-hearted.

Before he could get up, someone pushed open the office door again.

I was leaning on Patrick's back.

We looked up in unison and saw Roger coming in.

Blinking his eyes, Roger looked at us and said, "Go ahead. Call me after you're done."

Then he existed.

Even so, I saw that the door was not closed tightly.

Something seemed to be moving in the crack of the door.

Then Patrick said, "Come in."

As soon as he finished his words, Roger pushed the door open again. Standing at the door, Roger said with some embarrassment, "I'm sorry, Boss. I didn't mean to disturb you."

"Not at all."

I quickly took a step back, intending to move further away. But Patrick grabbed my hand nimbly and pulled me to his side.

I stood beside Patrick. Looking at us, Roger took out two things from the pocket of his suit and put them on the table, "It's nothing. Lisa and I will hold the wedding ceremony after you two come back. Hearing that you are back, I am here to give you the wedding invitation cards in a hurry."

Stretching out his hand, Patrick took the invitation cards on the table over and read them.

Seeing that the date written on the cards was the next weekend, I couldn't help saying, "So soon?"

"Not at all. Lisa has been pregnant for three months. She said that she wouldn't marry me without a wedding ceremony. I can't wait to hold one tomorrow!"

Looking worried, Roger had a joyful look in his eyes.

Judging from his look, it seemed that he was indeed loyal to Lisa.

Putting the wedding invitation cards on the table, Patrick asked him, "You are in such a hurry. Have you prepared everything else? Do you need my help?"

As Roger's elder brother, he naturally had to take charge of some things.

Hearing what he said, Roger quickly smiled and waved his hand, "No need, no need. Knowing that I was going to get married, my mom was so happy that she had gotten everything done early."

"The way I see it, your parents are eager to hold a wedding ceremony for you as well."

Patrick complained.

Roger nodded, "Yeah. My mother had long complained that I keep staying at home. Later, I moved out and went home only on the weekend. Even so, she found me an eyesore and complained every day, asking me to get married quickly and deliver a granddaughter for her. She said that she would be bored to death if she saw a boy now."

Roger, a chatterbox, kept talking.

He was especially so when it came to complaining about his mother.

Hearing his words for a while, Patrick was a little impatient, "Okay, got it. We will attend."

"Okay, boss. You should give a speech on the

stage at that time!"

Patrick surely wouldn't say no to Roer. Seeing that Patrick had personally agreed, Roger couldn't be more joyful.

Hearing Roger's words, Patrick lowered his eyes slightly. Falling silent for a moment, he didn't promise Roger immediately.

I knew what he was hesitant about.

In his current situation, it was difficult for him to stand on the stage. He might need a crutch.

As I was about to refuse on behalf of him, Patrick spoke first, "Okay, no problem."

"Then I'm leaving. I won't bother you two anymore!"

Hearing that Patrick had agreed, Roger left.

After Roger left, I said with some concern, "Roger is one of us. If you are in a difficult position, tell him directly."

"I know." Patrick looked up at the rehabilitation equipment on the side and said, "But we agreed on this a long time ago. I can't let him down."

It made sense. Roger had always been a follower by Patrick's side.

They two should have agreed on this early.

"Knock. Knock. Knock."

As Patrick and I were discussing, someone knocked on the door again.