The Substitute Bride Doted by My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 32 Many Woman Around Him

The crowd had dispersed, Patrick helped Pearl up and inquired,

“Are you alright?”

Pearl shook her head,

“It’s alright sir.”

“I’ve booked a room here. You can go wash up first. I’ll have someone buy you a new

set of clothes. After then go to the hospital. You have many injuries.”

Pearl stared at Patrick in a daze. Although she was always clinging to Gabriella, she

had never spoken to Patrick.

Pearl thanked him with a pale face,

“Okay, thank you sir.”

Patrick left the room for Pearl and went to socialize. It was a presidential suite.

Pearl had never lived in a presidential suite. Everything thing here made her feel the life

of the upper class. Soon, Patrick’s secretary came in with a dress.

Pearl looked at the brand. It was an international brand. She entered the bathroom and

took a shower. She washed away all the dirt and humiliation that Gabriella had left on

her body.

She looked herself in the mirror. Her slapped face had reddened. But that couldn’t stop

hide her beauty.

humiliation that she had faced, she clenched

poor family, everyone

life anymore. Now, she had

front of her.

to

becoming a Hart, and Gabriella and Olive’s

smile.

to the presidential suite after the party. He drank a lot of

fell on the bed.

He didn’t answer the call. Since the

had slapped her outside the hotel, Monica had been making

capital. I’m recent years, she had used her

deals. But he still couldn’t forget his ex–wife, and

Monica furious.

phone was so loud that Patrick immediately turned it off,

wallet and stared at the picture in it. In the photo was

Trisha.

was taken on a certain summer afternoon, Trisha was sitting

covered with flowers, she

much like her. Patrick’s fingers fondly

eyebrows.

the bathroom and came to the bedside. Patrick

but he murmured Trisha’s

name.

reached out and took off Patrick’s clothes. Patrick though in his forties, had

hadn’t slack at

grabbed

“Who are you?”

didn’t expect Patrick to

“Uncle, it’s me, I…”

“Trisha, are you back?”

arms and

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