Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 517

After the wedding, our honeymoon plan was postponed because Rosalie was too young and Patrick's legs had not yet fully recovered.

I had been resting at home all along. Sometimes I would talk to Nancy about my work.

It was March with spring blossoms when Rosalie was 100 days old.

Early in the morning, Patrick went out as usual, and I saw him off at the door.

He held my face, kissed my forehead gently, and said softly, "Pack your daily necessities this morning. We'll go to our new home this afternoon." "New home? Where is it? Why didn't you mention it before?”

I was stunned.

I hadn't heard anything about the new home from Patrick so far.

He looked mysterious and tidied up the messy hair on my face. "You will know when we arrive in the afternoon.”

After that. without waiting for me to ask more questions, he glanced at his watch and hurried

out.

“A new home?"

I thought about it carefully. After getting married to Patrick, I moved into this house. Rosalie's room was converted from a previous guest room. He seemed to mention the new home a few times, but he didn't specifically talk about it. So I didn't ask him about it.

I thought this place was good to live in. There was good property management, the community was separated from the parking lots, and there was CBD around. In short, it was very convenient.

"Ding Dong."

I was tidying up while Rosalie was sleeping when the doorbell rang.

“Is Patrick back?"

I put down the things and came out of the bedroom. It was Lacy who opened the door. She took a pink box from outside, with beautiful ribbons on it. "This is...”

I looked at the box with some confusion.

Lacy came over and handed me the box, saying, "It was just sent over by the properties. They said a gentleman had just left it behind.” "A gentleman?"

I looked at the box in my arms and shook it. There was a slight noise in it.

"This size seems to be a pair of shoes."

Hesitating for a moment, I sat down on the sofa and opened the box

As expected, there was a pair of silvery-white high-heels inside. When I saw them, I was stunned.

I checked the shoe size and it fit me perfectly.

Lacy, who was next to her, came over and said, "Wow, Madam, these shoes are so beautiful. Is it a gift from Mr. Cowell?”

"I don't think so." I thought.

Although I didn’t know who sent it to me, I had a hunch that it was not Patrick.

I took a closer look inside the box and found that there was a small hand-written greeting card in the inter layer of the box.

[Sister Janetta:

This is a wedding gift for you. I wanted to give it to you when you got married, but I'm sorry that I didn’t save enough money at that time, so I give it to you now.

Anyway, I wish you a happy marriage and eternal happiness.]

There was no signature below, but I knew it was Jason.

I put the card back to the original place, looked at the beautiful pair of high-heels in the box, and murmured, "Thank you, and good luck te you." I put away the shoes and hesitated for a moment. Then I put them in the innermost part of the shoe cabinet and carefully preserved them After putting the shoes away, I came out and said to Lacy, "Don't tell Patrick about the high-heels."

Lacy was a little surprised, but she seemed to understand something and agreed

It was about 4:00 p.m. and Rosalie was still sleeping when Patrick arrived home.

He came in and the first thing he asked me was, "Are you ready?”

"Yes." I nodded, but I still couldn't help asking, "Where is our new home?"

Patrick approached me and looked down at me with a puzzled face. “What? You're afraid that I will sell you out?"

"Then remember to call me to count the money for you."

I said with a smile.

I was just curious about where the new home was.

Because of my work, if there were newly developed and famous estate in City Y, Nancy and I would go to see the style if we are interested. But most of them are more or less the same, none of them are particularly outstanding.

I couldn't figure out where had Patrick chosen to be our new home.

"Where's Rosalie?” Patrick glanced inside.

"She just fell asleep.” I answered, and said with some entanglement, "It's not easy for her to fall asleep, can we wait..." I stopped

Rosalie was only three months old and was super sleepy. Sometimes she could sleep two-thirds of a day, and even if she woke up in the middle, she wouldn't wake up for long.

Patrick looked at Janice and Lacy, who were standing aside, and said to me, "Then leave Rosalie to them. Let's go first, and we can pick them up later or tomorrow.”

"But..." I trusted Janice and Lacy, but Rosalie was just three months old. To be honest, I had never really left her yet.

Lacy understood my hesitation and said, "Leave her to us. Trust me! We will keep Rosalie safe and sound!" "You see, they have worked for us for years, don't you believe them?" Patrick persuaded me.

"That's right, and there's always a first time for everything." I thought.

In the end, I nodded and said, “Alright.”

Patrick helped me take my things and went out.

The driver was ready to go.

Car all the way to the outer ring road. I looked in this direction and felt somewhat familiar. I had a few vague guesses in my mind. However, I wasn't particularly sure, so I didn't speak out.

Halfway through, a call came in on Patrick's cell phone. I glanced at his screen and it appeared to be Roger.

Patrick picked it up and only said, "We're coming soon.”

Then he hung up.

The car drove for another fifteen minutes. Looking at the direction the car was going, I recalled the estate I went to before. Because this area had been developed, there was really no new residential district

"Could it be...”

"We're not going to that place, are we?"

I looked at Patrick and was basically sure about

the answer.

Patrick looked at me with a deep smile in his black eyes. He grasped my hand and said, "We are almost there." He didn't say it clearly, but I already had the answer.

Soon, we arrived at the residence community I couldn't be more familiar with.

There were four big words on the door - Shang Shan Ruo Shui, but the word Ruoshui was bigger.

It was Ruoshui Pavilion.

Back then, Nancy and I became famous because of designing this residence community.

This project had also brought us a lot of benefits.

Later, the developers gave Nancy and I two houses at a discount. Then, Roger also bought one. Not long ago, both of them moved in.

At that time, I mentioned to Patrick that we could also move there, but Patrick refused with the excuse of "the house is too small". Then I gave my house to Ryan and Jessica.

Did he buy another house here?

At the entrance to the Ruoshui Pavilion, Patrick took me out of the car and we both walked into the community.

But I was a little worried. "Is your leg okay?"

“Looking down on your husband so much?" Patrick said, stretched out his hand and took me into his arms. He led me to step into the community. Although this community was designed by our studio, it was my first time to come here after it was builtProperty © NôvelDrama.Org.

After a year, the green plants had grown up. Plus, it was in March, so the whole community was full of the breath of spring.

Patrick took me along. Sure enough, we were heading in the direction of the house belonged to Nancy and I.

"Did he buy someone's second-hand house over there?"

I didn't ask him.

He led me, and when we were almost at the door of my house, he took a turn and walked to the door of a very large yard next ta mine. "Where is this?”

I was stunned.

I thought back carefully, at that time, for the privacy of each householder, the household types were strewn at random. For example, a large six- bedroom unit would be arranged next to two small three-bedroom units so that it would look much prettier when designing landscaping.

Could it be... When I was thinking about it, I saw Patrick take out a key and open the door in front of him... "My dear wife, come in and have a look. Are you satisfied with our new home?" Patrick led me into the house.

I followed Patrick inside. I couldn't be more familiar with this place, because this was the largest apartment in the entire community. There were only two in total, so we designed it with extra care.

In order to give the owner the feeling of it was a large mansion house, we specially designed it by using methods such as changing the scene with walking.

It occurred to me that Roger had told me that when he wanted to buy a new house, he wanted to buy the one next to Nancy and me, but it had already been sold, so he bought the one next to it.

"When did you buy it? I remember that it was sold out as soon as it came into the market.” I looked at Patrick and felt incredible. He smiled and looked at me. His eyes full of everything under control, "My wife's most winning design, of course I will buy a set."

"Then why didn't you tell me?” "Now you know.” Patrick said, bowing his head and gently kissing the tip of my nose and my lips. He said in a pitiful tone, “Honey, It's been a month and a half since I had my ligation surgery, and the doctor said it would be okay after a month... Tonight..."

"Patrick, you're here!”

Before he could finish his words, an untimely voice came from the doorway. Without looking back, I already knew who it was.

Then I heard Roger said awkwardly, "Go on, call me when you're done.”

I raised my hand and wrapped it around Patrick's neck. I tiptoed, kissed his lips and said with a smile, "Whatever. If you get an infection, you can just go back to the doctor."

Patrick wanted to kiss me but stopped after hearing what I said. His face was filled with a mix of emotions.

He quickly lifted his face again and pursed his lips into a line. After a long time, he said, “Let's wait until the evening. there's Rosalie's 100th day banquet tonight.”

He let go of me, turned around and said to Roger, "Come in."

Just as he finished speaking, Roger's heaccame into the room from the door frame. "Patrick, I have everything ready. When you say its time, I’ Het them move those things all over for you to set up.’ "You.¢ go getréady.” Patrick finished, pulled re in and said, ‘Come on=t'll show you in our new home."

As he spoke, he dragged me into the room.

This house had six rooms, but the design was notall about backyard, I designed a yard in a yard. From the

back of the main hall, there was as

cour yare-with a lotus pond and a smallgazebo; behind it was the’

maircdoor of the master bedroom, which faced the lotus pondsthe doorways and windows ef the next few secondary bedrooms also had different views to be seen.

Patrick showed me the whole house. By the time we came out, Roger and his fellows had nearly finished setting up the front courtyard.

When he saw us come out of the room, Roger began to say, "When she hadn't see your house, Lisa didn't have a problem with ours home. After she visited yours, she kept complaining why I didn't buy this suite. Only did she know that it was Patrick who bought it, she let it go."

Roger came aver and held Patrick's other arm. "Patrick, it's lucky that you boughtt. Otherwise I'm afraid. Lisa will Make me negotiate with the owner € of I this house every day I to change the house.” "Let go of. me." Pattitk looked at Roger, There was another set on sale. I donttthink you intend to buy it."

"Ahem, don't tell this to Lisa," Roger said nervously, "This house is too expensive for me. Besides, we don't have that many people in our family to live in such a big house. Four rooms are just enough."

"Hello!"

While Roger was speaking, Nancy and Jerrold appeared at the door.

I then realized that Patrick had notified them early on. But not only them, he also notified Ryan and Jessica In the evening, we would hold a small barbecue party at the new home to celebrate Rosalie's 100th day. After a while. Glenn and Cicely also came back from school. They were already in elementary school.

Patrick decided to live here a long time ago, so he deliberately chose an elementary school that was close to this neighborhood, where Cicely also studied there.

When they were here, the party hadn't started yet, so they both went upstairs to do their homework together. After seven o'clock in the evening, Ryan and Jessica came back from the outside.

I saw at a glance that they both had a silver ring on each hand. so I went over to them and asked, pretending to be unhappy, "When did you get this? How come you didn’t even inform me, your daughter?"

Jessica felt a little embarrassed. She lowered her head and said nothing.

Ryan replied bluntly, "We bought it yesterday. We are going to get the marriage license on Wednesday. It's not too late to call me father at that time.” "Well, okay!" I nodded and deliberately asked, "Shouldn't I get some pocket money for calling you dad?”

"Sure!" Ryan said loudly, "Not only do you have it, Glenn and Rosalie has it too!"

"Generous! Master."

Jessica's situation was much better now, and she lived her life as normal people did.

What I was most gratified about was that Ryan was willing to take her in.

Not long after Jessica and Ryan arrived, Rosalie, who had just woken up, was finally brought over by Lacy.

Once our main character entered, the party began.

Patrick was responsible for barbecuing.

Only poor Lisa was alone abroad, watching us eat barbecue against the bright sun. She desperately complained, “Ah! You guys have to hold another party when I get back, or I'll run away from home!"

"Sure! We will, we will. We will hold a better one. We can barbecue seafood for you. Lobster and crab, you name what you want!” Roger catered to her like crazy.

Lisa nodded. “That's more like it." Glenn and Cicely also came downstairs.

Rosalie was very excited when she saw so many people. I took care of Rosalie while looking at the yard full of lively friends, looking at Patrick, not far away, with his shirt sleeves rolled up, barbecuing food for us, and looking at my sensible son and lovely daughter.

And Lisa, who was overseas. In the future, we would be neighbors. We could meet often and have dinners together. Just thinking about it made me feel very excited.

Now that I looked back, it all started five years ago with that misguided wedding where I married the man I loved most in my life, Patrick, in the name of Caroline.

(The end.)