Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 120



Chapter 120

Patrick ordered calmly, "Go in and help her."

The shopping guide replied, "Oh, okay!" Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

When Paisley stepped out of the fitting room gracefully, everyone in the shop gasped in admiration. She was really beautiful in this dress.

Even Patrick said, "Not bad."

"Really?" Paisley lowered her head and fiddled with the hem of her dress happily.

Patrick continued, "It must fit her so much."

Paisley pursed her lips in frustration. She almost forgot that Patrick invited her out for the purpose of choosing clothes for Amelia.

She sat down beside Patrick and asked curiously, "You are so strange. Since you want to buy a dress for your wife, why did you ask me to try it?"

Patrick replied, "Because you're about the same height."

Paisley teased, "You're nice to her in another way. It seems that you love her so much."

Love?

Patrick was stunned at first, and then pursed his lips unhappily. If he loved Amelia, he was afraid that his life would be shortened by a hundred years.

In the Central Hospital.

Amelia sat at the door of the emergency room anxiously. After a while, the doctor finally came out and asked, "Are you his family?"

"No, but I know him." Amelia asked with concern, "What's wrong with Ryan? Is it because he has been trapped in the elevator for so long that he is lack of oxygen?"

The doctor explained, "Lack of oxygen led to his asthma attack. Fortunately, he was sent to the hospital in time. He has already woken up. You can go in and see him."

Amelia heaved a sigh of relief, "Thank you so much!"

The doctor waved his hand politely and said that this was what he should do.

When Amelia came into the emergency room, the nurse was adjusting the oxygen pipe for Ryan.

Ryan was out of danger. He looked at Amelia more kindly than before and said, "Amelia, thanks to you. Otherwise, I would have died in the elevator."

Amelia smiled and comforted him, "You're lucky. I just drove you here. It's no bother."

Ryan said with warm eyes, "Amelia, if you don't mind, call me uncle."

Amelia raised her head and saw Ryan's white hair. For some reason, she said crisply, "Uncle!"

Ryan was very happy. He liked Amelia so much. When he was about to speak, someone came in.

Amelia turned around and found that it was a middle- aged beautiful woman. She had arched eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes and a pretty face. She must be so beautiful when she was young.

She nodded at Amelia in a hurry. Obviously, she didn't care who Amelia was. Then she said to Ryan, "Ryan, how do you feel now? How about asking our family doctor..."

"Andrea, don't worry. I'm fine now." Ryan raised his hand and wiped the tears on Andrea's face.

"When you called me just now, your sounded very weak. I thought..."

Andrea hugged Ryan's body and burst into tears. She held him tightly with her hands, unwilling to let go of him.

Ryan said to her, "Andrea, calm down. Amelia is still here."

After confirming that Ryan was fine, Andrea stopped crying, raised her head and said coquettishly, "It's all your fault!"

Andrea's eyes were clean, gentle and peaceful. Amelia felt so warm when looking at her.

She pressed the position of her heart and didn't know why she felt well-disposed towards Ryan and Andrea. She was envious, eager and...

She came to sense and said to Ryan, "Uncle Ryan, if there's nothing else, I'll go back first."

Ryan nodded and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you today."

Andrea felt Ryan's kindness to Amelia from his words, so she got up and said, "Miss, let me send you out."

Amelia said politely, "No, you'd better stay here and take care of Uncle Ryan."

Andrea looked at Amelia's back with deep eyes, then turned to Ryan and mumbled, "Did I see her before?"

Ryan frowned slightly, and then returned to normal, "You must mistake her for someone else."

At the same time, Amelia passed by the corner of the corridor and was hit by someone. She rubbed her shoulders and found that it was a woman in ordinary clothes. The woman was apologizing to her in a low voice.

Seeing that the woman was sincere, Amelia didn't make things difficult for her. She asked her to be careful and then left.

The woman didn't dare raise her head until Amelia left. She looked around and whispered, "Young Master Paisley! Come out quickly! I really can't find you. You win. Come out quickly."

After a while, a little boy with no expression walked out from a medical equipment in the corner.

When the woman saw the little boy, she breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't dare curse him. She just held his hand tightly and said, "Let's go to see your grandfather."

*

In the Land of Fragrance.

Amelia opened the door, changed her shoes and went into the house. Shortly afterwards, the door was opened again and Patrick was back.

They looked at each other with a stunned expression. Both of them did not expect that each other would come back in the morning.

Patrick said sarcastically, "Why did you come back so soon? Didn't he ask you to to stay and have lunch?"

In Patrick's opinion, Amelia must have gone to see Milton or Hobart.

Amelia looked at the clock in the living room and found that it was 11 o'clock.

She smiled and didn't answer Patrick's question, "I'm no better than you. Mr. Hopper, are you in a hurry to come back after having a quick sex with Paisley?"

In her opinion, Patrick must have gone to have a love affair with Paisley.

Hearing this, Patrick's face turned cold. He threw the bag into Amelia's arms and turned his head away. He didn't want to see Amelia who made him angry all day.

Seeing that Patrick threw a bag to her, Amelia subconsciously avoided it and then the bag fall to the ground.

Seeing this, Patrick's eyes became colder.

Being stared at by him, Amelia was a little nervous. His cold eyes were indicating her to pick the bag up.

Amelia thought that her actions might hurt Patrick's heart, so she quickly picked up the bag and held it in her arms, "I avoided it reflexively just now, I didn't mean to dislike your stuff."


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