Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 626

"Let me do it," said Huxton, who was the closest to the door.

When Huxton saw the man behind the door after it opened, he called out respectfully, "Sir."

Patrick nodded slightly and walked into the house, making eye contact with Amelia, who was behind Huxton.

Amelia quietly glanced at Patrick's outfit. He wore casual clothes, which might mean that he did not leave to meet some big shots. Otherwise, he would have definitely worn a formal suit.

Then her attention fell on the black coat hanging off on his left arm. Amelia simply asked, "Isn't the weather getting warmer these couple of days? Why did you bring such a thick coat?"

Patrick replied, "I might not have fully recovered from the cold yet, so I just took it with me. Just in case."

Amelia nodded. "Oh, then you should be more careful."

During the short pause of silence between Amelia and Patrick, Huxton interjected, "Sir, madam, dinner is ready."

Peering at Amelia, Patrick said with a slight sense of weariness, "You can eat first if you're hungry. I'm going to my room to take a shower."

Amelia nodded. "Alright."

Just as Patrick strode and brushed past Amelia, a key slipped out of his coat's pocket and fell onto the carpet, right beside Amelia's feet.

Her concentration shifted to the key at that instant. Then, she moved her right foot soundlessly to step on it under her foot.

However, this sequence of movements did not attract much attention. Even Patrick himself did not notice that the key in his pocket had fallen out.

After watching Patrick's looming outline disappeared on the second floor, Amelia turned to Huxton and said calmly, "Huxton, my arms are sore from working files after files today. Can you please bring me a bowl of rice?"

Huxton believed her and nodded before leaving for the kitchen.

Just like this, all of a sudden, Amelia was the only one left in the living room.

With nobody else around, she quickly lifted her foot, squatted down, picked up the glittering gold key and clenched it tightly in her palm.

With that, she dipped her head and made her way towards the balcony that was shrouded in darkness and then spread out her palm sneakily.

A golden key with cherry blossom imprints came into view. Amelia could not help but wonder if it was a key to a car or a door.

No, she had seen both Patrick's car key and house's key, but none of them had a cherry blossom symbol on it.

Under her careful inspection, she discovered that the key was relatively new and had no trace of scratches. It was as if it was just being obtained from purchase and yet to be used.

A deep thought flashed across her dazzling eyes. Had Patrick bought a new car or house?

Just as she was distracted by her thoughts, a flurry of hurried and messy footsteps sounded nearer.

Her heart skidded a beat and Amelia shoved the key into her pocket without realizing it. Before she knew it, Patrick had come to her on the balcony.

Patrick noticed a slender figure by the balcony and realized that it was Amelia when he looked up. She stood in the night, listening to the wind, the expression on her face was relax.

Patrick, who was feverishly impatient, suddenly got furious and decided to vent it out on her. "Amelia!

Did you see a key lying around somewhere?"

Even though Amelia was mentally prepared, she was still taken by surprise by his fierce accusatory tone.

Looking into the sombre light in his eyes, she asked in confusion, "You're looking for a key? How does it look like?"

"It's gold in colour, and there are cherry blossoms imprinted on both sides of it. It's about this long."

Patrick did not think that he was being clear enough and even showed the length with his fingers stretched apart.

Amelia looked at him puzzledly. "Golden cherry blossoms? Aren't cherry blossoms pink?"

Patrick felt defeated by Amelia's wrongful emphasis in detail. "The key is golden and the cherry blossoms logos are pink, which also means that it's a golden key with pink cherry blossoms symbols printed on it. Are there any more questions?"

Crossing looks with his irritated stare, Amelia shook her head. "Nope." After a pause, she added, "I haven't seen the key you're looking for."

Patrick's eyes dimmed involuntarily at the sound of this.

Amelia furtively observed the change in the look of his eyes, and then asked tentatively, "It must be very important then, for you to look for it so anxiously?"

Patrick's lips twitched but he did not say anything.

However, Amelia understood that the key was important from his expression alone. She regretted hiding the key at that moment.

She was stuck in a dilemma, for if she took out the key in front of him now, she would be scolded.

An idea popped in her head and Amelia had a plan. She said, "It'll be easier to find it with more manpower, how long will it take for you to find it alone? How about asking the men in black to help you?"

Amelia intended to send him away first, then pretend to stumble upon and pick up the key by accident, then pass it to him.

Patrick gave her a sidelong glance. "I've already sent them to look for it outside."

It was proven once again that he was always a step ahead of her.

Amelia could only reply, "Oh..." Uneasiness rose in her chest. She wanted so badly to return the key to him right away!

Her fingers intertwined and fumbled from the tension she was experiencing. Amelia then hesitated and suggested, "Or, let's have dinner first. Who knows, maybe the men in black will find your key

before we finish?" "You can eat it yourself." Patrick tore his gaze away from her coolly then passed through the gap between her and the wall to search for the key blindly, not knowing where to look.

"What's the point of looking for it on the balcony?" Amelia looked at his back, feeling gloomed, then said bluntly, "You went back to your room as soon as you arrived home. You didn't even come to the balcony, so how can it be here? Unless it can run on its own." This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Patrick stopped and looked away. Hethen uttered in a low voice, "I just want to smoke here. Don't make noise."

Amelia was speechless. She left after taking one last glimpse at the figure of his back.

A while later.

"Sir, the key you described isn't in the garden."

"It isn't in the underground garage either."

"Sir, it isn't in your car as well."

Patrick flicked his cigarette with a poker face as the news brought back by the men in black filed in, the ashes fell from the cigarette into the ashtray.

That was weird. Did the key really run away on its own, just as Amelia said?

"Hey, Patrick! Look at this!"

A cheerful voice of a woman resonated through the air just as Patrick waved his hand to signal the men in black to retreat in disappointment.

Looking up, he was met with Amelia standing ten feet away from him. Her hands were behind her back and a smile was on her face.

Patrick's brows furrowed slightly. Before he could ask what she was up to, she extended her right hand from behind her, and a golden key was pinched between her thumb and index finger...