Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 257

But just the thought of Amelia not recognizing him at all now, Patrick couldn't do that. Treated him like any other man? Bullsh*t!

In Land of Fragrance.

"I... I still want to drink. You, you drink with me!"

It was almost become Amelia's norm to go crazy when she was drunk.

By this time, Patrick had no choice but to send her home and clean up for her, like a grumbling servant.

Now Patrick, looking for his keys outside the house, was abruptly struck by Amelia's fist, and he glared at her angrily.

He finally brought her home with difficulty, but Eve was waiting at home for them to return!

Eve looked up when she heard the noise and was instantly annoyed to see Amelia in this drunken state.

The wife of Patrick she had in mind should be as elegant as Nora at all times, not like Amelia who threw her heels out of the way as soon as she walked in the door and tore at her son's clothes, like a street beggar begging for money.

Patrick had to deal with Amelia's "harassment" while dealing with Eve, "Mom, why didn't you call before you came?"

Eve said grumpily, "I called, but you didn't take it."

Patrick replied, "Maybe I didn't notice it. Why do you come here tonight?"

"Your dad wasn't at home tonight and I had nothing to do by myself, so I came over here to talk to you." Eve then got up from the couch and came over to Patrick, but took a step back from the smell of Amelia's alcohol, "Why is she drinking like that? What a disgrace!" Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

While Patrick was unhappy that Amelia was out drinking, he was also aware of Eve's mean streak, "I just took her out to socialize with some clients, since she's a bad drinker, she's only two sips in and she's drunk like that."

"Oh." Eve returned to normal, seeing Patrick's suit wrinkled from Amelia's grasp and disgruntled, "Leave her to me, and you go upstairs and take a shower."

"Mom, I..." Patrick hesitated.

It was not Amelia he was worried about now, it was Eve, and the unconscious Amelia would dare to do anything.

Eve looked dissatisfied and said unhappily, "What? You're afraid I'll embarrass your wife? Actually, I'm afraid she'll get me dirty."

"No, that isn't what I mean," Patrick comforted her with a smile. He handed Amelia to Eve and said, "Take care of her for a while, and I'll cook her some soup to wake her up."

What? Soup? Eve thought she'd heard wrong, her son usually didn't care about anyone, and now he was making Amelia soup with his own hands!

For a split second, the emotional Eve wanted to let go and let Amelia fall!

Patrick rolled up his cuffs and entered the kitchen when Amelia suddenly felt nauseous and vomited, and she coincidentally vomited right on Eve's chest!

Eve screamed in panic and hurriedly pushed Amelia away, who sat helplessly on the floor, looking as if she felt comfortable because she'd thrown up, but didn't know what she'd done.

"Amelia! You did that on purpose!" Eve was infuriated and raised her hand and was about to teach her a lesson.

"Mom!" Patrick came out of the kitchen, shouted in time to stop Eve's movement.

Eve turned around and pointed at her dirty clothes. She frowned and complained to Patrick, "Look, this is your wife's 'masterpiece'!"

Patrick suddenly wanted to laugh when he remembered that once when Amelia was drunk, she held the wire pole and vomited on the street, he was also severely fined by the urban police. But now he could only pretend to be serious and hold back his laughter. "Mom, Amelia was drunk and almost threw out on me just now. Don't blame her."

Then he strode over, and it was hard to imagine him being a germaphobe and carrying the smelly Amelia up to the second floor without thinking.

On his way downstairs, Patrick handed Eve a clean set of pajamas and whispered, "Mom, these are Amelia's pajamas, you can change the clothes."

Eve was disgusted but had no better idea but to accept the pajamas, she went to the bathroom and took a clean shower before changing into Amelia's cheap pajamas, "What kind of fabric are these pajamas, sh*t!"

When she came out of the bathroom, Eve was surprised to see Patrick pass her with honey water and walked up to him and asked, "Son, just be straight with me, are you in love with Amelia?"

Patrick stopped and smiled at Eve, "Mom, why would you ask that?"

"No one knows you better than me, and you'd be bored with even a glance at a woman you don't even like, let alone the honey water you'd hand her!"

"Mom..." Patrick wanted to explain.

Eve suddenly looked nervous and grabbed his hand that wasn't carrying the soup, "Don't blame me for being nagging. I just worried you're wrong again. Before, you were so in love with Sissi that you almost disowned The Hopper Family and almost turned against your Grandpa,

Now it's Amelia that's making you break your principles, Patrick, in a family like ours, love isn't all you needed, you've still got a lot of expectations on you, and I doesn't want you to get confused and then get the same results as you did years ago."

Patrick hesitated and said, "That's too much. I know what I'm doing."

Eve asked indifferently, "You know what you are doing? You are working like a savant for her now!"

Patrick said implicitly, "She and I are the only two people in the house, and we became mutually supportive early on, so don't make it sound so serious."

Considering that the honey water would be cold if they continued to talk, Patrick quickly said, "Mom, I'll take you back home later..."

"I'm not going back." Eve tested Patrick's boundaries, "I'm staying here tonight, and tomorrow I'm going to start teaching her the rules of The Hopper Family. Is it too much?"

Patrick was shocked. He had gotten used to living with Amelia. If suddenly having an extra person living with them, even if it was his most respected mother, it was still a little hard for him to accept.

But Eve wouldn't live there for long even if she did, and with that in mind, Patrick nodded securely, "Enjoy yourself."

In the master bedroom.

Patrick used to not be able to tolerate Amelia lying dirty in his bed, the last time he threw her straight into the second bedroom, but this time he was uncharacteristically allowing her to lie in the master bedroom.

"Open your mouth." Patting her face, he said in a soft voice that he didn't even notice.

Amelia reflexively opened her mouth but did not open her eyes.