Substitute Her to Love You novel Chapter 247

"Mr. Cowell."

As I heard so, my brain was in a buzz!

The next second, I saw Patrick walking into the private box slowly from outside.

He was dressed in a set of stiff suits of a matte gray color. And his hair seemed shorter than it had been a few years ago.

His facial features remained the same. However, his skin seemed to be slightly darker.

Originally, I thought that I was strong enough. As soon as I saw him, I felt that my heart seemed to have been torn apart by an invisible hand.

Something was going to spew out of my heart!

Calvin stood up first and introduced me to Patrick specifically, "Hello, Mr. Cowell. Let me introduce her to you. This is the master designer of the private club, Janetta Nolan."

It was clear that before the dinner, Patrick had met others except me.

I quickly stood up and said to Patrick, "Hello, Mr. Cowell."

Patrick stared at me with his cold eyes for a second before he quickly looked away.

He said lightly, "Okay."

Besides indifference, there was a sense of alienation in his voice.

Somehow, his attitude towards me made me feel sour in my heart.

"What am I looking forward to?"

"Isn't it the best?"

I told myself like this in my heart.

Suppressing the disappointment in my heart, I smiled at Patrick.

Only after seeing him sit down did I take a seat as well.

Throughout the entire dinner, I didn't say a word. It was Calvin who had been talking to Patrick about the private club's matters.

Patrick didn't look in my direction either.

He acted as if I didn't exist.

When the dinner was over, I went to the bathroom alone to redo my makeup.

Then I came out of the bathroom. Originally, I thought that everyone should have gone.

However, as soon as I walked out of the box, I saw Patrick standing in the corridor with his back against the wall and talking to a middleaged man.

Seeing me come out, he waved at the middle-aged man.

Standing up straight, he looked at me, "Miss Nolan, I'll send you back to the hotel."

"What's that?"

I stood where I was in a daze.

With my mouth open, I didn't know what Patrick meant at all.

"He didn't say a word to me in the private box just now. How come he blocked me at the door to the private box, saying that he would see me off?"

"Could it be that..."

"Did he recognize me?"

"It's impossible!"

I quickly negated my own conjecture.

Based on my current look, even Gina probably couldn't recognize me now.

Patrick had an indifferent look on his face as usual. Seeing me like this, he wasn't surprised at all. Instead, he explained lightly, "Don't get me wrong. I just want to ask you something about Mr. Ryan."

After that, he turned around and walked out.

Hearing his words, I seemed to have been assured. Even so, I felt somewhat empty in my heart.

I quickly smiled in apology and said, "Oh, then I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Cowell."

I caught up with him in quick steps and followed him.

After five years, Patrick had got a new car, a sapphire Bentley SUV.

I sat in the passenger's seat.

Driving the car out of the parking lot of the restaurant, he asked me, "Are you the disciple of Ryan Teague?"

"Yes."

"Is Mr. Ryan in good health recently?"

"Yes."

Hearing my answer, Patrick glanced at me out of the corner of his eyes and said with some displeasure, "While talking to others, do you usually reply in one word at one time?"

His words made me stunned.

For no reason, when I was talking to Patrick, I felt like there was a heavy burden weighing on my shoulders. I was afraid that I would say something wrong, making him find out my identity.