Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 233

When Amelia put the steaming hot chicken soup on the table, Milton took an exaggeratedly deep, intoxicated breath, "It smells so good!"

Patrick looked to Milton and said gloomily, "Mr. Cook, could you please express more clearly whether it is my wife's fragrance or the soup's?"

Milton hesitated, deep down of course it was Amelia who smelled better, but could he answer that way?

Of course not, answering like that is no different than being a hooligan.

Milton retorted, "I'm talking about soup, I wonder what Mr. Hopper is referring to?"

But what was the essential difference between Patrick and Milton? That was because he was Amelia's real husband, and it was legal for him to flirt with Amelia!

He put his arm around Amelia's shoulders, his high nose rubbing against her smooth neck, and lifted his head to provoke Milton, "The soup tastes good, but it's Mrs. Hopper who's more delicious."

Milton was pissed off at him, and he even regretted saying yes to Amelia's invitation, which was simply self-inflicted.

Amelia cleared her throat and was somewhat embarrassed, held out her hand to Milton, "Milton, pass the bowl over here for a moment and I'll help you with the soup to warm your stomach first."

Milton suddenly cheered up and answered, "Okay!" Then he handed the bowl to Amelia.

Patrick was sitting in the middle of Amelia and Milton, raised his hand to catch Milton's bowl and blocked Amelia's hand by the way. "You're not convenient to do so. Let me do it."

Amelia was confused, she might have misunderstood Patrick, he was taking care well of Milton.

Milton's state of mind was the polar opposite of Amelia's, he didn't want Patrick's help at all, he wanted Amelia to take care of him!

They each held different edges of the same bowl, and for a while, neither of them let go.

Amelia was baffled, was this bowl that good? Why were they both holding on to it so tightly?

Finally, Milton loosened his cramping fingers first and reluctantly said, "Since Mr. Hopper is so generous, I don't need to be uptight now."

"You're welcome." Patrick smiled triumphantly and began to prepare some soup for Milton.

After filling the bowl with a full bowl, Patrick pushed it over and said with a faint smile, "I hope it fits your taste."

"Thank you, it's made by Amelia. It's always delicious." Milton reached out and took it.

Amelia listened to the amiable and polite tone of their conversation and marveled at how quickly the men had become attached to each other.

Patrick observed with pleasure as Milton took his first sip of soup and Amelia asked expectantly, "How

was it? Is it good?"

What responded to Amelia is a loud "pfft-", Milton spewed out the soup, covering all of Amelia's carefully prepared plates of food with his spit.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Milton coughed violently as if he had been killed.

Patrick, who had done the mischief, said to Amelia in an act of kindness, "Director Cook is coughing so badly, you go and get some wet wipes." Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

After a worried look at Milton, who was coughing so hard that he couldn't speak, Amelia got up quickly to get wet wipes.

"You... "After a moment of relief, Milton shuddered and held out his index finger to Patrick and burst into tears, "It must be you... tampered with the soup! Cough...."

Patrick said with innocent eyes, "Director Cook, don't say that, otherwise, it will break Amelia's heart, the soup has been cooked by her since this afternoon, it can be said that she didn't leave every inch of it, if you don't believe me, you can ask her yourself when she comes back."

Milton was feeling awful. He never liked wasabi as a child, he coughed when he ate wasabi, Amelia knew him well enough not to provoke him with wasabi, and also it was a very strange thing to put wasabi in soup!

He stood up fiercely from his chair and reached for Patrick's neck, "I'll kill you!"

But then a series of rapid footsteps called Milton's senses back to him, and it was the returning Amelia: "Milton, are you okay?"

Milton hurriedly took the wet wipes Amelia handed him, covered his mouth and turned to cough.

D*mn, he was embarrassed today! Milton was going to be furious.

Amelia looked at Milton and saw that he seemed distressed and was about to talk to him, but Patrick pulled her aside, "He's coughing all the time, maybe it's the flu, you don't get so close, watch out for the infection."

"That's impossible." Amelia said with guilt, "Milton coughed after he drank the soup I made. He coughs so badly. Shall we take him to the hospital?"

Patrick looked languid, "It's just a cough, it isn't big deal."

"Can you speak politely?" Amelia shook Patrick's hand in exasperation and risked catching the so- called "flu" by coming to Milton's side.

Patrick was irritated, What he hoped was that Milton's embarrassment would cause Amelia's disgust and alienation, not that Amelia would care to serve Milton!

He desperately hated this scene, but Patrick couldn't trust the two of them alone without being here to guard it.

Patrick reached into his pocket and pulled out cigarettes and a lighter, and soon Amelia smelled smoke.

Perhaps it was her delusion, but Milton coughed even harder after smelling the smoke, which caused her to resent Patrick's smoking.

Nevertheless, Amelia said to Patrick as calmly as she could, "Could you go into the living room and smoke?"

She didn't ask him to just stub out his cigarette but wanted him to move somewhere else to smoke, which wasn't too much to ask, but Patrick thought it was that harsh.

He took a deliberately long drag, squinting and exhaling white smoke slowly, causing a white mist to drift over Amelia and Milton's heads, "I just like to stand here and smoke, why?"

Amelia frowned, thinking that Patrick's approval of Milton's visit to the house would surely being friendly, but Amelia was wrong. Patrick was still him, selfish and indifferent.

Amelia stood up from her chair and confronted Patrick coldly, "Can't you see what you're doing to Milton by standing here smoking? He's coughing harder and harder, didn't you hear?"

This dinner was completely ruined.

Patrick gritted his teeth, which meant he was angry, "You better get it straight, this is my house and you will not be allowed to yell at me."