All Chapters of Substitute Bride,Substitute Love: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

I called subconsciously, "Patrick Cowell?" After I finished my words, I regretted it. But he heard me. And he looked up and saw me. It was dark. Although I couldn't see his eyes clearly, I heard that he laughed bitterly. Then he said, "I didn't like you calling me by my name in the past, hoping that you could call me Patrick. Now, even though you call me, I am happy." "Mr. Cowell, why are you still here?" For no reason, his words made my heart tighten. And there was a kind of faint bitterness lingering in my heart. "I, I don't know either." Patrick's voice sounded a little disconsolate. Then he stood up and asked me, "Where are you going? Do you need me to send you off?" "No need." I didn't want to tell him that I was going to the hospital. "I'll send you off. After all, we have met each other," Patrick said as he walked up to me. I saw his face clearly. Although it had been only a little while since I had seen him just now, I felt

The airbag in the car came out. And Patrick, who was wrapped in the airbag, didn't move at all. "Patrick Cowell!" I was scared to death at that time. So I rushed over and opened the door of Patrick's car. Patrick just sat straight there with his eyes closed. His body and the airbag were all covered with blood. I didn't know where the blood came from. Seeing this, I felt that my heart had been pinched tight by a hand. I was heartbroken for him. And my heart ached so much! But I dared not to move. I was afraid that if I moved, Patrick would be in trouble. Fortunately, we were at the gate of the hospital. Several doctors pushed a mobile bed out. At this time, Jeremy and Tracy both came over. The situation of Caroline's car was more serious than that of Patrick's car. The airbag in her car also came out. And blood was everywhere inside the car. The front of her car was severely deformed. When Caroline was carried out, her fa

I wasn't angry either. And I looked at Gina and said, "Do you want to let him see Caroline or not? If not, we'll go." "You..." Gina stared at me as her eyes were almost bursting with flames of anger. But in the final analysis, it was Caroline who was more important to her! She only thought about it for a moment and said, "Yeah! But only Mr. Cowell can go inside. You can't!" In fact, judging from Gina's address to Patrick, I thought they had already accepted the reality. Otherwise, she surely wouldn't have called Patrick Mr. Cowell in such an alienated way. "I want to go inside too," I said, looking at Patrick. While speaking, I held onto his right hand tightly with my arms and pouted my mouth, looking somewhat coquettish. "Well, I'll take you there." Patrick looked at me as his eyes were full of love. Gina saw everything in her eyes. And her eyes were almost burning with anger. However, what did it have to do with me? I just w

"Charlotte." Caroline took my hand and asked sincerely, "Can you tell me what happened in the past three years?" "Do you want to know about it?" I looked at her suspiciously. I wondered if she was sincere or she was trying to trick me... "Yes, I want to know about it!" Caroline pulled me, acting like a good sister to me previously. Then she said, "I asked my mother and dad. But they refused to tell me. They just said that I didn't marry Mr. Cowell..." In fact, the current Caroline was more like a good sister to me. She probably indeed had lost her memory. Or her acting skills probably were better than that before. I pondered on it for a moment and asked her, "Then tell me first, why do you think you will marry Patrick? After all, you haven't known each other for a long time before you get married." "We... We've known each other since our childhood!" Caroline looked at me innocently. "Did you know each other ever since yo

I followed Dion into the office. He closed the door and then looked at me with a serious look on his face, "Charlotte Archer, why are you so confused? Although Mr. Cowell is helping you get to the final, you couldn't have copied someone else's work!" "I didn't copy her work. She copied mine instead." I said calmly. "Did she plagiarize you? How could it be possible? You entered the second round with a ranking of being the last one among the 50. This time, the work was well-completed with an innovative idea. At first glance, it was obvious that Mabel had spent a lot of effort on it. You could have plagiarized others' works instead. But why did you plagiarize hers?"  Dion's words indicated that he didn't believe what I said at all. He only believed that it was I who had copied Mabel's work. But I didn't blame him. After all, although my design skill was somewhat good in the company, it wasn't at the same level as Mabel's. Mabel had won