Substitute Her to Love You novel Chapter 303

Seeing these footprints, I was a little nervous.

"Did Patrick sell this house? Or..."

I walked forward and pressed the doorbell.

No one answered from within.

Feeling reluctant, I knocked on the door again and shouted, "Patrick Cowell, are you in there?"

After that, I pressed my ear against the door.

After a few minutes, I finally heard sounds of light footstep. The sound was sometimes loud and sometimes light, indicating that someone seemed to be going downstairs.

"Someone is indeed inside!"

"Could it be Patrick?"

At the thought of this, I couldn't be more nervous. As I concentrated on listening to the sounds, the door in front of me was suddenly pushed open!

Losing my balance, I stumbled into the house hard!

And I directly bumped into the one that opened the door.

However, the one opening the door seemed to be weaker than me. Afterl bumped into him, unexpectedly, he failed to grasp the handle and fell backward with me.

After half a second, he fell to the ground. And I fell on him.

Turning around, I found that the one under me was nobody else but Patrick.

Although the Cowell Family had turned the whole world upside down, they failed to find Patrick. However, at this moment, I found him with ease!

However, he was no longer what he used to be.

Looking quite haggard, Patrick was full of the smell of alcohol. And he got more beard than what he had looked like when I saw him a few times previously!

He was wearing a set of leisure clothes.

I saw him wear this set of clothes before when we lived here five years ago. Back then, we bought his-and-hers clothes. So there was the other set for me.

Patrick opened his eyes. Seeing that it was me, he didn't say anything. Instead, stretching out his arms, he hugged me in his arms tightly.

I buried my head in his chest.

For a moment, unexpectedly, I didn't want to do anything. And I just wanted to make time stop passing by.

I was fine with being hugged by him like this.

However, the chilling wind at the door crept into the room one burst after another. At the thought that Patrick was dressed in a set of leisure clothes only, I struggled to break free from his arms.

He got up and closed the door first.

Lying there, Patrick stared at the ceiling as if he had no intention of getting up at all.

To tell the truth, I had never seen Patrick like this.

I found him decadent and unfamiliar.

I walked to his side, pulled his arm, and said with some dissatisfaction, "Why are you here? Grandpa Cowell is looking for you. He's driven crazy."

Only then did he glance at me slightly.

After a moment of silence, he asked, "What about you?"

"What?"

"You know I'm gone. What do you think?"

His words stunned me.

I didn't expect him to ask me so.

After hesitating for a moment, I said, "I... I'm also worried about you."

Hearing what I said, Patrick slightly curled up the corner of his mouth and forced a smile, saying, "But, now, I am not worthy of your concern at all."

"What on earth happened?"

Only after I pulled his arms with all the strength I could muster did I succeed in pulling him up.