Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 24

I was suddenly panicked. After all, I had always kept a low profile in the company. If he sat down with me, wouldn't that make me a public enemy?

As a result, when I was worried, Seth turned around and sat on the empty table next to me.

He smiled at me and indicated that he knew what I was thinking about.

I felt a slight warmth in my heart.

In the afternoon, I stayed in the company. But I didn't work overtime. Instead, I made an appointment with my client at 5 o'clock.

As soon as I came out of the company's door, I saw Seth waving at me in a white sports car. When I ran over, he said first, "You want to see your client, right? Let's go. It happens that I am going the same way. I'll see you off."

I knew that he was lying to me. But I still got onto his car.

After getting in the car, I complained to him. "You are the general manager. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"What's the point of telling you?" Seth drove

the car, looked ahead, and said to me with a smile at the comer of his mouth, "No matter who I am, you are always my junior sister."

His words sounded warm without any sense of distance.

Soon, we arrived at the residential quarter where I had agreed to meet my client. I thanked him and got off the car. After watching the car leave, I entered the residential quarter in front of me.

The project in my hand was related to the decoration of a wedding house. And the hostess was an unknown celebrity, Stanley Lancel, who was demanding as well as liked to put on airs. More importantly, she had many unrealistic illusions about her wedding house.

It took me more than three hours to end this exhausted communication.

When I came out of the residential quarter, I saw Seth's car unexpectedly, which was still parked in the place where I had got off the car. Seth stood next to the car, leaned against the door, and held a tablet computer in his hand, writing and drawing something.

I rushed over and asked him, "You're not waiting here all the time, are you?"

I stole a glance at the design map on his tablet and found that most of it had been finished. It would take him at least one and a half hours to complete the design map to such an extent.

However, Seth put away the tablet and said with a smile, "No, I just went to a construction site and then waited for you here after I came back."

"Liar," I exposed him in a joking tone.

Seth didn't say anything. He just opened the car door for me and let me in, "I've been waiting for you for a while. Let's have dinner together." NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

I didn't eat anything and I was already hungry. When he said that, although I was a little hesitant, at the thought that he had been waiting for me for so long, I had to agree.

Because it was already past 8 p.m., many restaurants were closed.

He took me to a Japanese-styled restaurant.

When the dishes we ordered were served, I, who didn't revulse the sushi and sashimi on usual days, smelled the flavor and my stomach suddenly churned.

I rushed to the bathroom and vomited for a while before I felt a little better.

When I returned to my seat, Seth looked at me worriedly and asked me, "What's wrong with you? Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?"

I touched my stomach, hesitated for a moment, and said, "No, no. It's just that my stomach is not very comfortable."

Seth was convinced. He thought it was caused by my irregular diet after working overtime for a long time.

He began to lecture me at the dining table about the importance of my health, advising me that I shouldn't work too hard.

I took all of his advices in.

After dinner, I returned the key to Seth and said, "I'm just a petty designer. If I live in the company's dormitory, it will definitely make others dissatisfied."

He could not defeat me. So he could only take back the key and added, "If you need any help in the future, remember to turn to me."

Seth sent me back to Lisa's house.

Just as we were about to say goodbye, we heard someone behind us say, "Thank you, Mr. Hyde, for sending my wife home."

I looked back and saw Patrick leaning against the wall. In the darkness, the light of his cigarette flickered.