Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 227

In the silence, the only thing the two could hear over the phone line was each other's breathing.

For a long time, Amelia said with a soft sigh, "Milton has told me all about it. If I don't play dumb like this, are you never going to tell me what you've done to me?"

Beep... beep... beep...

The call was cut off by Patrick.

Amelia listened to the beeping, and said in a pleasant smile, "That's pretty arrogant."

At the Land of Fragrance.

Patrick threw his phone at the wall in frustration, but luckily it was sturdy and didn't break.

How could he have had so little patience? Amelia just tested him and then he exposed himself? All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

They'd just had an argument last night and Patrick was still angry. He'd even retaliated by trying to call his secretary to withdraw his original plan to keep Amelia on the receiving cyber violence!

But when he thought that Amelia was the "Shawn's Girlfriend" that everyone was talking about, he couldn't stand it and wanted to tell the whole world that Amelia had nothing to do with that gigolo boy!

He had planned to let Amelia feel anxious for a while and teach her a lesson.

He wouldn't have thought that Milton would tell her what the plan was, and he even didn't know it. It was a shame for him to be so impulsive and act like he wanted to claim credit for her.

It was Amelia who's supposed to be grateful to him, and now it turned into him reluctantly begging for praise in front of her instead!

Patrick was still sulking when Amelia returned. She opened the door and walked into the living room. The first thing she saw was the phone slammed into the corner. She was surprised and impressed, "what a temper Patrick had!"

He sat on the couch with his back to her. He actually heard her walking. Even though his neck was so stiff and was a little tired, he didn't look back, and his eyes just stared at the TV.

Amelia knew exactly what he was thinking and she bent down to pick up her phone from the floor before moving closer to him, "Hey, your phone."

Patrick remained unmoved.

Amelia said in a coaxing tone, "You don't want it? Then I'll throw it to the trash can."

Patrick said dismissively, "Fine, you can throw it. The phone is worth over $100,000. Do you have money to pay me back?"

Amelia was stunned. Patrick had said that on purpose, as all of his stuff was very expensive and she couldn't afford to pay for any of it.

Putting Patrick's phone back in his hand nicely, Amelia muttered, "I thought you weren't going to talk to me for the rest of your life."

Patrick snorted. He really didn't want to talk to this little woman who always pissed him off if he could control himself.

Amelia pressed her palm against his tough chest with deliberate tenderness and said flatteringly, "All right! Don't be angry, I didn't mean to provoke you earlier. I just wanted to hear you admit something yourself. You're my husband, but everything you've done for me I've heard from someone else, do you think that's appropriate?"

D*mn it!

Just being so touched by her hand, so coaxed by her talking, Patrick began to delight, and even most of his anger was gone.

He turned his face and drew closer to her, whose unique scent drilling into his nose like poison, eating away at his thoughts and making Patrick feel addicted.

He asked ambiguously, "I helped you eliminate your crisis. Shouldn't you be able to return the favor?"

Amelia nodded obediently.

He looked at her with interest. "Does that mean you'll agree to do anything I say?"

Amelia thought for a second and said, "As long as it doesn't offend my principle."

Patrick couldn't hold back his arousal and leaned close to her ear and said in a sexy bass voice, "I want you to come to my room tonight after your shower and put on that set of lingerie you bought last time."

Patrick's words blushed Amelia's ears red and she was too shy to look him in the eye, "But... could you

change it to something else?"

Patrick's tone became sly, "You're the one who said you could agree to it as long as it didn't violate your principles. You want to go back on your word? Then you simply don't go to the press conference later!"

Afterward, Patrick took the phone in his hand and said solemnly, "I'm going to call my secretary right now and tell her to cancel all the upcoming events!"

"Don't..." Amelia hurriedly hugged Patrick's hand, which was about to press the answer button.

"Yes?" Patrick raised his voice purposely.

Amelia eyed him with a pitiful look, "You're so bad!" Hesitantly, she said in a weak voice, "Fine, I'll put it on."

Patrick was satisfied, then he shook his phone and said to Amelia, "I've recorded what you just said on my phone and if you change your mind, I'll play it back and forth on the company loudspeaker for three days so that everyone can enjoy the 'company girl" and the 'boss' conversation."

Too surprised to speak at what he said, Amelia stammered, "What! When did you record this? How came I didn't notice any of this?"

Patrick scoffed at her, "My phone has the world's leading technology, and how could you possibly understand its subtleties since you're so stupid?"

D*mn it! How could there be such an obnoxious man who drove Amelia crazy in the world?

Completely taming Amelia, Amelia said with deliberate seriousness, "Why are you still standing here? You are supposed to cook dinner now!"

Fine! He got the recording, and he was the boss! Even if Amelia didn't want to admit it.

"My master, please wait..." pretending to speak sweetly and then heading to the kitchen, Amelia vented hacking at the pork ribs, "You're bullying me! sh*t"

At 2:00 p.m. in the Lintons Ads Company conference room.

Many news media reporters had gathered in the conference hall early, along with a legion of Shawn fans who had heard about the event, but they were all barred from entering the company.

Amelia felt a tremendous amount of pressure when she showed up in a car marked "Roxxon Corporation", never imagining that one day she would have so much attention on her. She had always thought her life would go to normal in the future after she got rid of The Ramsay Family.

But she was wrong, since choosing to marry Patrick, her quiet, ordinary life had changed drastically, and she had lived each day in a frightening way, as when a glass bottle flew in her direction, fortunately, it shot down by a nearby security guard with a baton.