Substitute Her to Love You novel Chapter 183

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 wrong with your face?"

Patrick walked up to me quickly and reached out his hand.

Thinking that he was going to take off my mask, I was so scared that I quickly took a step back. Then I covered my mask with my hands, lowered my head, and said, "Go to my ward. And let's talk there."

Patrick followed me to the ward with an apologetic look on his face, "Sorry, I've been so busy these days that i didn't notice your situation. Why are you in hospital? What's wrong? Do you need to be transferred to another hospital?"

I shook my head and kept covering my mask and the bandage on my nose with my hands.

For no reason, as soon as I saw Patrick, the audio Caroline had played appeared in my mind.

"Did Seth's death indeed have something to do with Patrick?"

This was what I wanted to know the most. But I couldn't voice my confusion. For my child, I had to ask Patrick to help me.

I sat back on the bed and kept a distance of more than one meter from Patrick, saying, "I was kidnapped by Caroline yesterday."

"Kidnapping?" Patrick frowned slightly when he heard that. He put his hand into his pocket as if he were planning to ask someone to investigate this matter.

"Wait a minute." I quickly stopped him and said in a pleading tone, "Let me finish my words first."

I told him that Caroline had kidnapped me yesterday and that she had asked a few foreign men to rape me, one of whom had AIDS.

It was probably because of my vanity that I didn't tell him that she had poured acid for my face.

I just said that my face was injured.

When I said that, Patrick had a more and more ugly expression on his face. He clenched his hands on his legs tightly. And the blue veins on the back of his hands couldn't be more obvious.

As for what he was angry about, I didn't know about it. Neither did I want to guess.

After I finished my words, I said, "When I woke up, based on the feeling of my part down there, I didn't feel that I had been raped. But I dared not to take risks. I should have taken the anti- exposure drug, just in case. However..."

"But..."

Patrick got up. By this time, he had been walking towards me step by step.

It seemed that he wanted to tell me with his behavior that he didn't mind whether I had AIDS or not.

I shrank back and hesitated for a moment. Then I told him, "But I'm pregnant."

"Are you pregnant?" Patrick was stunned when he heard this. And joy quickly spread his eyebrows. He walked to the bed with a few steps and picked me up in his arms directly. Then he looked up at me and asked, "What do you mean? Am I going to be a father?"

His look made me feel at a loss for a moment. I, who knew that I might be infected with AIDS, wasn't happy at all after learning about my pregnancy. However, seeing his ecstatic look, I was a little happy.

"Put me down." I frowned, "I just said that I was pregnant. And I didn't say that the child was yours."