All Chapters of Substitute Bride,Substitute Love: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

However, the next second, I realized that there existed something more terrible than my disfigured face! I touched my part down there and moved my legs, only to feel nothing at all. "Is it because I had been in a coma for too long?" "Or..." Touching my part down there, I didn't feel that I had been violated at all. Previously, if Patrick had made love with me for a little longer, I would always feel that my part down there would be in pain the next day. If those foreign men indeed had done something to me, I surely would have felt something. "Could it be that..." "Could it be that I hadn't been violaed?" "However, how could it be possible?" "Caroline had hired them. How could Caroline show any mercy to me?" While I was hesitant, I remembered the conversation between these men before I fell into a coma. "Based on their conversation, they should have another employer..." At this time, my mind was in a mess. Before I

The gauze completely covered my left face and nose bridge, revealing only my nostrils for breathing. The gauze wrapped up my face tightly, which was probably to prevent the infection, causing my face to be deformed under the pressure. Stroking the gauze with my hands, I even felt pain when I gently pressed it! "What is underneath the gauze?" I couldn't help but feel curious. "Will I look extremely ugly?" All of a sudden, I feared Patrick would see me like this. So I went out, asked a nurse for a mask, and put it on my face in a hurry. As I was about to return to the ward, I saw Patrick walking out of an elevator. Wearing a silver suit without a tie, Patrick wore a shirt inside whose top button was unbuttoned. We hadn't seen each other for a few days. But he was as energetic as usual. He saw me soon. Although I wore a mask, it could only cover the gauge on my cheeks. The bandage on my nose was still exposed. "What's

After Patrick hung up the phone, I controlled my emotions and asked him, "What's wrong?" Patrick looked at me and frowned. After a moment of silence, he shook his head, "Nothing." "No, something is wrong." Patrick surely was a poker-faced person when he was at work. But at this time, he couldn't even control his emotions. In that case, it meant that this matter was a serious one. I reached out my hand, put my hands around Patrick's waist, and pressed my face against his lower abdomen, "Tell me the truth. I'm not afraid." Patrick was silent for a while. And he told me, "The police said that they found the bodies of those foreign men by the river in the suburbs." "Are they dead too?" I almost couldn't believe it. Tears had soaked the gauze on my face. But I couldn't help crying. "Don't be afraid. Even if we don't have a child, we can have another one. As long as you're alive, everything will be fine." Patrick patted my back.

"Well..." It seemed that the nurse didn't expect that I would ask this question. So she quickly said, "I don't have a mirror with me. And you are at the early stage of treatment now. After a while, you will do the skin flap transplanting. And then you'll be cured." The more she said so, the more I realized that my face was sort of quite "scary" now. Before she could put the ointment on my face, I touched my face gently with my hands. Sensing that my flesh was stripped off my skin, I thought of the zombies in the movies... That was probably what I looked like now. When the nurse wrapped my face up again, she reinforced a layer of elastic cover on my face. In this way, my face was completely covered, revealing only my nose, eyes, and mouth. When I went out, Patrick's expression didn't change at all when he saw me. It seemed that he didn't dislike me at all because of the fact that I had an ochre cover on my face. He took me out. I looked at him h

Edwin didn't overthink it and gave his cell phone to me. Then he went out by himself. In fact, Patrick was waiting for me outside. I picked up the cell phone, planning to do a life-or-death struggle! I picked up the cell phone and thought it repeatedly. Finally, I thought of a suitable person. It was Shelton Cowell. The nurse was treating my wound again. Although it hurt very much, I had been focusing on how to get out of Patrick's control! With my memory, I roughly remembered Shelton's number. I dared not to call him. So I could only text him. I texted him first, "Mr. Shelton!" Soon, I received a reply, "Charlotte Archer, what's the matter?" He directly called my name, giving me a subtle feeling. I couldn't care about anything else. I continued to text, "I was kidnapped by Patrick. I want to leave him. Can you help me?" After I sent this text, Shelton didn't respond for a long time. I clutched at the cell phone. And my