Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 243

"Thank you," Amelia's eyes filled with tears momentarily from emotion, but she lowered her head so Howard wouldn't notice, "The doctor said my dad is having a stroke."

Howard sighed lightly, "George is a sincere man so he will be well rewarded by God. I'm sure he will recover soon."

"Yes, he will." Amelia nodded sagely.

Eve turned around and actually found her husband, her son all in the middle of a conversation with Amelia. She got a little angry and purposely stomps her heels into the ground, hoping to get the attention of the three of them.

When Amelia saw Howard, she was sitting in a chair, cleaning George's body while talking to Howard.

At this time, seeing Eve again, Amelia quickly put down George's hand, stood up from the chair, and greeted her in a panic.

Amelia was now really afraid of Eve, that day in the cafe in front of the outsiders and Howard, Eve had the courage to hit her directly followed by a lot of arguing and noise. Amelia worried that Eve probably was going to do it again in the hospital.

Eve touched the jade bracelet in her hand and even didn't look at Amelia. She said, "All right, don't look like you are pitiful, as if I am bullying you."

No, that actually was true. She was bullying Amelia.

Both Howard and Patrick came up with this idea at the same time.

Patrick smiled skillfully and said, "Mom, you misunderstood, Amelia was just flattered to see you come over in person."

Eve listened with amusement, then glancing at George lying on the bed in disgust, "What about Apex Construction Corporation now that your father is like this? Why don't you just let Roxxon buy it. It'll give your family company something to fall back on."

The three of them felt that was a little too much and then scowled at the same time, Amelia resisting the urge to roll her eyes at Eve, "You're being harsh," she thought.

Howard stared at Eve unhappily, Eve felt clueless and stared back, "What, am I wrong? The words are hard to hear, but I'm all for their family."

Howard tugged Eve aside and said glumly, "Can you do less judging? Amelia's going through a sad time."

Eve responded indifferently, "Can't you feel her sad even looking at her now? she's probably happy inside when Patrick is with her."

Eve's words could be felt as cold and cruel. She had really changed, becoming prone to jealousy and learning how to hurt someone to the greatest extent possible. She was a far cry from the elegant look he remembered.

Howard was so disappointed in Eve that he even became numb to her harsh words, "Come on, let's go home." "What did you say?" Eve turned to be stunned.

Howard looked at her like she was a stranger, "I say let's go home and leave the kids alone."

Eve was delighted to be able to end the visit so soon, and she took Howard by the arm and left the room before she could analyze his change in attitude.

"Sorry." Patrick reached out his hand and shook Amelia's cold hand. He whispered, "My mother... didn't do this before."

Amelia was silent for a few seconds, and then she held Patrick's hand back. Her hand was smaller than his, and it was even fair than his. It seemed that they were a combination of tenderness and strength.

"It's all right," she finally spoke with a husky voice that made Patrick feel pity, "I don't think Eve would have come over to see my dad tonight if she hadn't volunteered. She was being kind anyway."

Patrick looked at her for a while. She was indeed a very sweet woman and it reassured him, "It's good that you think so."

Amelia changed the subject, "It's late now and you have to work tomorrow. Do you want to go home and rest?"

Patrick said in a gentle voice, "No, I'll stay here tonight."

Amelia was about to say something, but he stood up and said, "I'll move a folding chair here. You take the first half of the night, and I'll take the second, so we both can have a break."

Amelia smiled and said, "You're really thoughtful."

She stared up at him, her eyes like hidden moons, gentle and bright. Patrick didn't care that George was there. He couldn't help but kiss her on the lips.

"Don't... "Amelia tensed because her father was still in bed. Patrick's long fingers held the back of her head as if he didn't feel satisfied enough to deepen the kiss, for the moment they didn't argue, just two burning hearts pressed together.

For a long moment, Patrick reluctantly released her, while his eyes revealing a desire that made Amelia's body contract together.

She blushed and shyly pretended to be angry, "Now is not the time for us to be making out!"

The accusation rang through Patrick's ears like an alarm and snapped him awake!

His demeanor became hesitant, he could call any woman to him at any time, why did he lose control so often with Amelia? He couldn't seem to leave her body, so how was he going to talk to her about divorce in the future?

Divorce?

Patrick frowned even more. How long had it been since he mentioned these two words to her? Did he forget? Or had he gotten used to living a life with her by his side?

"What's the matter?" Seeing that something was wrong with him, Amelia reached out to touch his body, but he quickly dodged it.

Amelia's hand froze in the air awkwardly.

Patrick pursed his lips and said calmly, "I'm going to find a chair."

Then he turned around and left quickly.

Amelia felt bewildered watching Patrick's back, not understanding the reason for his sudden snub.

Patrick returned with a folding chair in one hand and remained silent, Amelia feeling anxious but never asking him why.

After all, the two of them didn't know each other at all before they were married, and even if Amelia wanted to get to know him, but he wasn't forthcoming and honest, then she'd have to guess.

However, Patrick didn't like to expose himself, so she couldn't know if she guessed it right.

With a glance at Patrick, Amelia said as if nothing had happened, "You take a break first, and I'll call you at 2:00."

"Okay. " Patrick responded, putting on the blanket and laying down with his back to Amelia.

The folding chair was small and narrow. Patrick was too tall to sleeping comfortably in it.

As soon as he rolled over, all the blankets he was wearing fell to the floor. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Seeing this Amelia couldn't help but get up from the chair and move towards Patrick. She leaned down, picked the blanket back up and covered him again.