Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 250

"I don't need you to let me go, I'll go myself!" Amelia was so angry that her stomach hurt. She thought she could convince Daniel, but it turned out she was the one who was naive.

At the same time.

Today was the day Cynthia was to be discharged from the hospital, and her father and Elton, who was on crutches, both came to pick her up, but they didn't have a car. Considering Cynthia had a lot of clothes in the hospital, so they asked Patrick to drive over and pick her up.

Patrick didn't push his luck and arrived at Cynthia's hospital as soon as he got off work.

"Thank you for what you have done for me." Cynthia was touched and looked at him.

Patrick promised, "I will take care of your father and your brother for you when you leave the country."

"Leave the country?" Cynthia suddenly felt it was something so far away, so far away that she didn't want to face it.

Patrick continued, "Yes, I've scheduled you for a flight to the United States on the 21st of next month."

Cynthia's face turned pale. "It... it's so soon..."

"Soon? There is still nearly a month left, which is enough for you to prepare." Unlike Cynthia's reluctance, Patrick was very calm.

Cynthia looked at the man in front of her painfully and sentimentally, reluctant to leave him so soon, "I'm still not feeling well. Can you let me stay in the hospital for a while longer?"

Patrick concerned, "What's going on? I've asked a doctor to check on you."

"No! Don't go!" When Patrick got up, Cynthia wrapped her arms directly around his waist and buried her face in his arms, all her disguises would be exposed as soon as the doctor arrived, "Maybe I didn't get any rest last night, that's why I'm feeling sick."

Turns out it wasn't the wound that hurt and Patrick breathed a sigh of relief, "Stayed up late last night watching TV?"

Indulging in the faint scent of tobacco on Patrick, Cynthia said distractedly, "Well, I saw a Hollywood movie and I was going to make a phone call to share it with you, but..."

Patrick frowned and said, "Why didn't I know you called me?"

Cynthia spoke with a little grumble, "Don't play dumb, you must have been too lazy to answer my phone so you let Amelia answer it, and she made up a story to scare me and keep me awake all night."

Patrick was stunned. It wasn't that he minded Amelia answering the phone for him. It was just that Cynthia was a sensitive person to them and whether Amelia made up a story to threaten Cynthia or not, there was something wrong with her for not telling him about Cynthia's call after the fact! Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

On the Land of Fragrance.

Amelia didn't have the energy to cook after a long day, so she called and ordered pizza and pasta for two.

The sound of Patrick opening the door shortly after take-out arrived, and Amelia, sitting cross- legged in the living room, smiled back at him, "You've got a good nose. The food just arrived, so come on over and eat."

Patrick, however, couldn't laugh at her poking fun. He put on his slippers, walked up to Amelia and asked nonchalantly, "I heard you're off to Apex Construction Corporation?"

Amelia thought it was the secretary reporting to Patrick and gave a curt "yes".

"Did you get into any trouble?" He asked cautiously.

Amelia was putting a bite of the shrimp into her mouth, stopped, and said, "I went to my dad's company. What kind of trouble will I encounter?"

Patrick said in a strange tone, "That's right. Your father is ill, and your ex-boyfriend is in charge. Who can make trouble for Miss Amelia Ramsay?"

Hearing this, Amelia finally understood the problem. She put down the fork and said seriously, "I'm going to see Daniel, but it's merely for the development of the tourist area."

Unfortunately, they dispersed unhappily, as Daniel couldn't listen to her advice.

Patrick raised her chin and stared at her face. There was a rare look of grievance on her face. He asked teasingly, "Have you been bullied? Do you want me to bully them back?"

Almost confused by his spoiling tone, Amelia said sensibly, "No one knows more about the operations of Apex Construction Corporation these days than Daniel, and I must keep in silence even if I'm not happy with the way he's doing things. You'd better stay out of his way or Apex Construction Corporation would really have no one to manage it."

Patrick couldn't tell if she was serious or sarcastic. He said, "No one manages? Aren't there still you?"

Amelia slapped away his hand that held her chin and sighed, "Forget it, I know what I can do, okay? Let's eat."

Her profession had nothing to do with architecture, and if she was straightforward to manage, Apex Construction Corporation would really be out of business.

Patrick's eating motion was rather gentle, even though the plate in front of him was a gooey pizza.

Amelia had gotten used to his silence at the table, which seemed to be one of his habits, eating without talking.

Suddenly, she heard him say, "Cynthia is discharged from the hospital this afternoon."

Amelia blinked his eyes and said, "Did she call you to tell you?"

Patrick corrected her and said, "No, I picked her up in person."

Amelia responded with a sullen "oh."

After eating all the food on his plate and wiping his mouth with a napkin, Patrick asked, "Don't you have

anything you want to say to me?"

Amelia's hand on her fork shook slightly as the noodles slid down the fork and back onto the plate. Without looking up she said, "No, I'm full."

Then she stood up and cleaned up the table before getting ready to take the pizza box out the door and dispose of it.

How could Patrick let her run away so easily?

He got up and held her shoulders. He stared at her and said, "Why don't you tell me the truth?"

Amelia glanced at him and asked, "What do you want me to say?"

"Aren't you going to tell me?" He decided to force her in a more romantic way, which was to directly bury himself in her fragile neck and kissed it, trying to flirt with her.

Realizing that his behavior was getting more and more reckless, she was really anxious. "I am going to the hospital soon, and I can't do that with you now!"

Patrick held her waist tightly and did not allow her to escape. "Why didn't you tell me that Cynthia contacted me last night?"

She tried to be as casual as possible and said, "I forgot it."

"Can you make up a better excuse?" Patrick thought of thousands of excuses for her, but she just directly used "forgot it" to answer him?

Amelia asked with certainty, "She complained to you, didn't she?"

Patrick did not deny it. "I heard that you threatened her? This doesn't seem like something you'll do..."

Amelia chuckled and asked, "Who am I to you?"

Patrick was stunned and subconsciously replied, "My wife.” After a pause, he felt that something was wrong and quickly added, "Nominally."