Substitute Her to Love You novel Chapter 497

After going back home, Patrick and I didn't get Glenn back to our side for the time being. Patrick had been quite busy because of his work.

He worked overtime after midnight almost every day.

In the beginning, I waited for him to get off work.

But he got off work too late every day. Sometimes, he directly slept in his office.

After waiting for him for a few days, I finally gave up.

However, I was concerned about his legs. According to the doctor, Patrick had to do rehabilitation at home. But Patrick was so busy that he didn't even go home, let alone doing the rehabilitation.

A week after Patrick returned to City Y, I couldn't sit still anymore.

That afternoon, after getting off work, I went straight to Patrick's office.

This time, the receptionist didn't stop me. I went all the way to the top floor smoothly.

As soon as I entered Patrick's office, it wasn't his office desk but a small well-built equipment for rehabilitation in the office that popped up in my eyes.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but be stunned.

Patrick looked at me, "Why are you here?"

"You... you're doing rehabilitation here when you don't go home usually, right?" I couldn't help but be a little angry.

My mind began to run wild. I wondered whether it was because he was afraid that I would laugh at him that he refused to do rehabilitation in front of me.

But I soon dismissed such an idea. After all, I watched him do rehabilitation when we were abroad.

Putting down the documents in his hands, he rubbed his temples with his eyes closed, saying, "No. I've been too busy recently to do the rehabilitation. So I asked Jeremy to buy a set of equipment for me and put it in the office. In this way, I can use my odd times."

Hearing him say this, I felt a lump in my throat.

For a moment, I felt that I was thinking too much. He had been abroad for so long. Naturally, he had to deal with a lot of important things in the company in person. It made sense that he was quite occupied.

I put down my bag and walked behind him.

Wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my face against his ear, I muttered, "You don't have to work too hard."

"Okay." He patted my hand, "I'm almost done with the piled-up works. After I'm done with them, I'll have time to accompany you."

"I'm fine." I shook my head, staring at the pile of scattered documents on his office desk.

I could see Patrick's comments on the visible parts of the documents.

It seemed that he had been dedicated to dealing with these things over these days.

Pressing my head against his more closely, I said with distress, "Don't be too busy. I am not a child who needs your accompany me all the time. Adjust your working hours. Don't stay up late. Or you will die suddenly."

"Got it," he said with a smile.

"Have you had dinner today?"

It happened to be time for dinner. By asking him so, I thought that he shouldn't have eaten anything yet.

In this case, I could have dinner with him.

Looking up, Patrick glanced at the food in the corner and shook his head.

Looking at the cold food in the corner and realizing something, I said, "Could it be that you haven't had your lunch yet?"

"No, I had."

Patrick answered quickly.

Seeing this, I was more convinced that he surely hadn't eaten his lunch.

Feeling a little helpless, I pressed his hand and said, "Have dinner with me."

"All right."

His voice was gentle and pleasant. Hearing what I said, he didn't refute at all.

It seemed that he would do everything as I said.

I felt warm-hearted.

Before he could get up, someone pushed open the office door again.