Substitute Her to Love You novel Chapter 187

"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 hesitantly, "Where are we going?"

"Let's go home."

Patrick held me in his arms. Although I, who was in a panic in my heart, didn't trust him, I knew that I couldn't escape. So I had to take one step at a time and saw how the situation would go.

Soon, the car arrived at the familiar house.

When I saw this, I realized that I was indeed going home.

Jeremy parked the car in the underground garage and sent us to the entrance of an elevator. I saw a car coming from behind.

Four bodyguards got off the car and guarded there.

All of a sudden, I felt a chill run down my spine.

Patrick didn't say anything on the surface. In fact, he had arranged everything and kept an eye on me closely.

I didn't say anything. And I had nothing to say.

When the elevator reached the top floor, Patrick held me in his arms and went straight to the bedroom.

He pulled me to sit on his leg and asked me, "Why didn't you tell me about the injury on your face..."

"Are you afraid that I will dislike you?"

"Yes."

I replied in my heart.

I had made up my mind that I would leave him. But I still hoped that I could look good in his heart.

Patrick looked at me as if he didn't care about what was on my face at all. He pressed me onto the bed bit by bit, "It doesn't matter to me what you become. As long as it's you, I am fine with it."

His words made my heart beat faster.

I couldn't help but feel my heart beating faster.

When I was in a state of psychological chaos, Patrick's next move shocked me even more!

I was wearing a loose patient gown. Patrick covered it with his hands and began to unbutton it...

"You, you're crazy!"

I was shocked all of a sudden. And I wanted to push him away.

At that time, thinking that I was pregnant, I assumed if I made love with Patrick, I would put the child in danger.

However, Patrick bent over to kiss my clavicle as he continued what he was doing. He said as he made a move on me, "According to the doctor, if we make love, the probability of the transmission will be less than ten percent, right? Then in the next two months, we will make love at least twice a day until the probability of the transmission is one hundred percent. If you are ill, then I will get sick with you together."

"What?" Patrick's words shocked me! "Are you crazy?"

"Only if you're dead, will I become crazy." As Patrick said, he began to move even more recklessly.

I struggled desperately. But Patrick didn't intend to let me go at all!

I tried my best to push him away, "No, you'll hurt the baby like this!"

"I'll be lighter."

Although it was just at the beginning, I could feel that his tough thing was pressing against my abdomen.

It was as if he couldn't hold himself back any longer.

"No, no!"

I surely knew the exact size of Patrick's cock. No matter how careful he was, he surely would hurt the baby.

However, Patrick seemed to have reached his limit!

He forced me with his own strength.

That night, Patrick was like a lunatic!