Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 247

Amelia sneakily tugged at Patrick's jacket to change the subject, "Mr. Hopper, what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to see you," Patrick said bluntly.

Amelia was stunned. "What do you want to see me about?"

"Let's have dinner together," Patrick said. He nimbly hooked a small chair over with his feet and sat next to Amelia.

By this time, the secretary had flattered Patrick with a box lunch, but he gave her a meaningful glance that made the secretary nervous.

Patrick acted as he went back home, not at all polite, and Amelia couldn't help but ask, "How much did you really pay the crew?"

Patrick chuckled softly and lowered his voice to ask, "When did you become so interested in finance?"

Amelia, not wanting to be misunderstood by him, shrugged her shoulders and said, "No,just asking."

Remaining aware of Shawn looking at them from time to time, Patrick smirked and moved closer to Amelia, his hand with the chopsticks rubbing against the back of Amelia's hand frequently, clearly taking advantage of her.

Shawn was watching the scene clearly from the sidelines, he was angry and clearly displeased with Patrick's despicable behavior, and he thought Amelia was being workplace harassed by her boss but was too afraid to stop it.

"Patrick..." Amelia suddenly called his name. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Shawn was surprised and thought to himself that Amelia couldn't help but vocalize Patrick, and he planned to join her in bashing Patrick for being an unscrupulous boss!

Patrick said, "Yes?" He was still eating slowly.

With chopsticks in her mouth, Amelia looked longingly at the crab meat in Patrick's lunchbox and said, "Aren't you allergic to crab? Why don't you give it to me and I'll take care of it for you."

Patrick laughed, and after placing the box lunch in front of Amelia, he put a little bit of crab meat into hers and asked a petulant, "What else do you want to eat?"

After asking Patrick for so much crab meat, Amelia was embarrassed and said, "No more, you can have it."

"See?" Ursula said lightly to the strange- looking Shawn, "They're couples."

Towards the end of the meal, Patrick naturally picked up Amelia's mineral water, unscrewed the cap, and was about to drink it. Amelia was so frightened that she dropped her chopsticks and hugged his lifted arm, "Don't drink it!"

Patrick raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why?"

"Because... "Amelia licked her lips nervously and was about to make up an excuse, but Shawn, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly spoke up, "Mr. Hopper, I've had this water. You can drink the rest if you don't mind indirect kissing."

As soon as Shawn finished his words, the whole place fell into silence.

Ursula helplessly held his forehead as he could envision how rough Shawn's acting career would be after that.

Facing Shawn's smug look, Patrick's grip on the mineral water bottle gradually increased, and made a shrinking creak of the bottle.

During that time, Patrick took a glance at Amelia and looked indifferent, "I didn't know that you have a penchant for sharing a glass of water with other people."

"This is a misunderstanding!" Amelia simply replied, "It was Shawn who choked on his food and took my water by mistake."

Afraid that Patrick wouldn't believe her, Amelia emphasized, "The secretary here and Agent Cullen have seen it, and they can testify for me!"

Patrick scoffed, "My secretary has learned to lie to me for you, how do I know you didn't join her in lying to me?"

"What?" Amelia was confused. When had Miss Secretary lied for her? How could she not know that?

The secretary explained, "Mr. Hopper, I'm sorry. It was my fault, and you mustn't blame Madam Amelia Ramsay."

Patrick said slowly, "Three months of your payment will be docked as tuition for you to learn how to be honest."

Just the deduction of the salary, the secretary felt relieved and said, "Thank you, Mr. Hopper."

Shawn was incredulous, "Hey, he did that to you and you thanked him? How dumb you are!"

The secretary glanced indifferently at Shawn. It was a privilege to continue working with Patrick. A three-month pay cut wasn't a big deal, even if it was a six-month pay cut she was fine with it.

Although Amelia didn't know what agreement had been made between Patrick and the secretary, she felt guilty for the secretary.

After dinner, she followed Patrick up until he stopped impatiently and asked her what she wanted to say.

Amelia said with seriousness, "I want you to help me with one thing."

"About the secretary?" Patrick understood and said, "There's no need to talk about it."

Amelia was depressed. He was so smart that he did not give her the chance to ask. "So what on earth did the secretary lie to you?"

Patrick crossed his arms around his chest and deliberately kept silent, which made her anxious.

Amelia said humbly and softly, "I can apologize to you on behalf of her, but you don't have to deduct her salary."

Patrick offered, "It's fine if you want me to change my mind, as long as you behave yourself a little better." "Behave a little better?"

Amelia showed deep innocence, "What did I do that wasn't to your liking, just say it!"

Patrick glared at her, but if the crew hadn't been so crowded, he would have lost his temper, "Don't you dare be so righteous! You and Shawn are so close that you're laughing and talking together, and you just promised me this morning to stay away from him!"

Amelia said reluctantly, "Shawn is my partner now, so we need some necessary communication to get the commercial right, and you don't want to waste your money, do you?"

On second thought, Amelia readily admitted her mistake, "OK, I know you're doing this for my own good and don't want me to get into any more rumors with Shawn, so I'll keep my distance from him the rest of the time, except for filming. I'll never let you or Miss Secretary worry about it again."

Patrick was startled, suddenly understanding something about the saying that one spouse always needs to compromise.

Just as in his handling of Cherry, a single test report would have allayed Amelia's suspicions, in her treatment of Shawn, despite the harshness of his demands bordering on savagery, she had agreed to go along just to win his trust.

To be honest, the feeling of being respected by the other half was not bad.

In the afternoon, in a five-star hotel.

In a large private room, Milton dressed in casual clothes, ordered two glasses of water, and played with his cell phone in boredom.

Half an hour later, the door was knocked on by the waiter, "Mr. Cook, there's a lady to see you."

Milton sat firmly and said, "Let her in."

The door opened, showing a woman with a delicate, beautiful face, but her head was tilted to the left, and she kept fiddling with the zipper of her skirt with both hands as if something was wrong.