Substitute Her to Love You novel Chapter 52

When I opened my eyes, I saw the cold iron window in front of my eyes again.

The moonlight slid through the cold railing, shining in a small cell of a few square meters.

This was not a detention house but a prison!

"No! No!"

My brain exploded!

Hadn't I already go out?

"Didn't I already get out?"

"Why am I in prison?"

I sprang to my feet abruptly and slapped the door of the cell with all my might!

"Let me out! Let me out! I want to go out! I didn't hurt anyone!"

However, the corridor of the prison was empty.

No one answered.

I yelled for a long time. And in the end, my voice was hoarse.

I was desperate.

And helpless.

I squatted down and looked at the deep and dark corridor as my tears kept falling.

I held my knees tightly.

"Why? Why did you do this to me? I didn't do anything!"

"I indeed didn't do anything. I didn't hurt Caroline once!"

"I've lost my child."

I squatted there and muttered to myself.

I heard footsteps.

I thought I had seen hope. So I stood up and put my face against the glass of the prison door, only to see a black figure coming closer and closer.

A man, who was dressed in a well-fitting suit, stood there, looking so elegant and beautiful.

It was Patrick Cowell.

Originally, I thought he was standing outside. But to my surprise, he reached out and pushed the door open!

"Patrick Cowell!" I stared at the man in front of me as my eyes were filled with hatred. Then I clutched at his arms tightly and said, "Why did you bring me here?"

The man looked at me and said nothing.

It was probably due to the dark night that I couldn't see his expression clearly at all.

I grabbed him and cried.

I kept telling him that I didn't kill anyone. Nor did I harm Caroline. I begged him to believe me and let me go.

It was unknown how long had passed. The man suddenly reached out and hugged me. He touched my head and said, "I believe in you. And I will take you out of here right away."

"Really?" I grabbed him and almost couldn't believe what I had heard.

I was leaning in his arms. I did so probably because I felt so warm in his arms...

I fell asleep unconsciously.

By the time I woke up again, the sky outside the window had just turned bright.

Looking at the familiar environment around me, I realized that what I had seen was just a dream I had got last night.

I tried to get up, only to feel that a strong arm was pressing against my waist.

I turned around and saw Patrick lying next to me.

Why was he sleeping here?

I quickly checked my clothes. It was what I had worn before I had gone to bed yesterday.

Because I hadn't eaten anything for a few days and I only ate a little porridge before going to bed yesterday, I hadn't fully recovered at this time. I didn't even have the strength to shake off Patrick's arm.

I could only lie quietly and wait for Patrick to wake up.

I looked at his sleeping face carefully. He didn't look as cold as when he was awake, looking very handsome.

Patrick woke up at about seven a.m.

I was not fully recovered. So he arranged for servants to take care of me.

Three days later, I gradually recovered.

I wanted to thank Patrick. But I hadn't seen him since that day.

Since I had recovered, I didn't intend to stay in the villa any longer.