Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 14

Seeing that I didn't speak, Patrick increased the strength in his hand as if he was about to crush my chin. I felt pain. But I bit my lips tightly to prevent myself from making a sound.

Seeing that I didn't say anything, Patrick said, "Charlotte Archer, tell me, how did you fool the Head of the Archer Family and let her speak up for you!"

The strength in his hand grew stronger. My chin didn't feel the pain any longer. Instead, it was numb.

Finally, he let go of my chin, grabbed my waist with his big palm, and was about to tear my clothes off directly!

I was so angry that I struggled and finally shouted, "Don't..."

Seeing that I made a sound, Patrick seemed to be interested. He raised his hand and pressed a button. Then a black partition slowly rose between the front and rear seats of the car...

As the division was completely raised, the rear seat had become a closed space.

Regardless of my resistance, Patrick didn't have any foreplay and went straight into me.

I was in so much pain that I finally couldn't help but scream out.

But he didn't stop.

Because of the limited space in the back seat, he was half kneeling on the chair and looking down at me as he said, "You have tried your best to let Rosy change the marriage engagement for you. Isn't it for this?"

I gasped in pain and couldn't care less about answering him.

I just wanted him to get out as soon as possible.

But Patrick didn't care at all. He grabbed my hair with one hand and scolded, "Don't pretend to be innocent. Now, do you regret it? Let me tell you, you set me up and hurt Caroline. Then you should know that you will be more regretful in the future!"

As the car drove forward, he did me all the way. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

When the car stopped, Patrick finally vented his anger.

He sat by the side and tidied up his clothes. Then he opened the door and said to me, "Hurry up and come out after you clean up."

I leaned against the back of the chair in the back seat weakly. Then I turned around and recognized where the place outside the car door was...

It was the Civil Affairs Bureau.

Could it be that he was going to get a marriage certificate with me?

But I was afraid. I waved my hand and said, "No, no. I don't want to get a marriage certificate. I'll go and tell my grandmother."

I was really scared. I was afraid that I would die in his hands. Just now, we were doing something that was normal between a couple. However, he looked at me with hatred.

This hatred was even more intense than what he had shown on the wedding night!

However, he didn't give me any choice at all. He directly pulled me out of the car and sneered, "What do you take our Cowell Family for? How can you decide it at your will?"

I was not properly dressed. If I went out like this, I would definitely be ridiculed.

I could only compromise and beg, "I'll do as you say. Let me put on my clothes!"

Patrick loosened his grip when he heard that.

I put on my clothes in the car, tidied up my hair, and got off the car.

Then I followed him into the Civil Affairs Bureau.

The hall of the Civil Affairs Bureau was empty. Surprisingly, there was no one at all.

At the desk at the door, Patrick took out a stack of documents and said, "Sign them."

His tone was an order rather than a discussion with me.

I wanted to flip through the contents. But he stopped me, "Charlotte Archer, figure it out. It's not me who wants to marry you. It's you who rush to marry me. You can only accept it."

"Patrick Cowell, you must have investigated Caroline. She was..."

I was about to talk about Caroline. But before I could finish my words, Patrick hit the table beside me with a punch!

The voice was so loud that it scared me.

He looked at me and warned, "If you want those children in the orphanage to be homeless, don't talk nonsense!"

He was threatening me with the orphanage again.

The orphanage was indeed where my weakness lay.

I signed my name helplessly.

I knew very well that the clause saying that I shouldn't be intimate with other men surely would be included in the document.

I knew better that since Patrick said that he would do something to the orphanage, he surely would mean his words.

As soon as I signed the marriage contract, Patrick dragged me to apply for a marriage certificate.

After taking a series of photos and checking-up, we finally sat down at a place where we could get a certificate.

The staff member kindly asked, "Are you sure you want to get your marriage certificate today?"

I asked first, "Can't we take it today?"

The staff shook his head, "No. It's just that the date today isn't good." He said, looking around, "Look, there's not even a single person coming to apply for a divorce today."

I instantly had some concerns.