Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 630

Just to further infuriate him, Amelia continued, "By the way, I've heard that the investor is a bachelor. Are you sure you don't want to come and get acquainted?"

A heavy pant fell from the other side of the phone, and Patrick's tone was deep and cold. "Amelia, what do you want?"

Amelia said, feigning innocence, "Nothing, I'm just informing you of the identity of the guest I'm meeting so that you won't get mad, in case you catch wind of any rumor later."

"Don't think that you can do whatever you want just because I'm not by your side." Although Patrick had his voice restrained, Amelia could still clearly hear the threat from his tone.

However, his dissatisfaction was exactly what she wanted.

A sneer flashed across her pretty face, then Amelia said softly, "Forget it then, it's better if you don't come over, in case you scare my guest away again. Bye..."

As soon as she finished, she made sure to hang up the call before him, wanting Patrick to let his

imagination run free.

In the next second, Patrick pushed himself up from his seat so aggressively that he startled the diners around him!

Sissi was the first one to bear the brunt. She licked her trembling lips cluelessly and asked, "Patrick, what's wrong?"

Patrick's thin lips pursed together into a thin line, his grip on his phone so hard that he seemed to be visualizing it as if it was Amelia's throat.

If he looked up now, he would find Amelia goggling at him with yearning in her eyes from the end of the 'Z' design. Unfortunately, it was a shame that he did not.

Sissi craned the slender, fair neck of hers, and her watery eyes glinted under her long eyelashes. Linking his raging demeanor with the word Amelia Ramsay' he had just shouted on the phone, she could not help but let out a sigh.

"Your wife is looking for you, isn't she?" The sadness was evident in her voice. "If she is, then you'd better go over there quickly."

Patrick lowered his gaze and forced the words out, "Sorry, I had promised to send you back to school."

Sissi's face went rigid at once. Patrick had actually planned to leave her for him to apologize to her.

He was so eager to leave that... he did not even have time to send her back to school anymore.

The warm sweetness that she felt in her heart turned into frigid bitterness in a split second. Sissi slowly got up and put on a fake smile. "It's okay, I'll manage to squeeze out a spot on the subway."

The word 'squeeze' rang like a clap of thunder in Patrick's heart. He thought about it for a moment, then finally decided. "I'll send you back to school first."

Sissi's eyes curved into crescents, and she refused with delicately, "Just knowing you're willing to do that is more than enough. I think your wife needs you more than I do now."

The tender affection Patrick felt for her was aroused by her words. He insisted, "It's fine, I'll give you a ride."

His care made her heart glow once again, but she asked worryingly, "What about your wife?"

"She's fine," said Patrick as he put the phone back into his pocket.

No matter how ill at ease he was feeling right now, he still could not leave Sissi behind to cramp with the crowd on the subway.

Sissi accepted his offer, pretending that she was doing it against her will. "Then let's hurry up. You can get back to her quicker if you send me back to school earlier."

"Okay." After Patrick answered, he pressed the service bell on their table.

A waiter attended to their table a moment later and Patrick handed him his card, which he already had in his hands before the waiter arrived. He said, "Hurry up."

"Okay, sir." The waiter took the card and strode in the direction of the card machine faster than when he came.

Not long after, the waiter returned. "Sir, the bill is two thousand and three hundred dollars. This is your card, please keep it."

Patrick swiped the card over from his hand and said to Sissi, "Let's go."

"Okay. Sorry that you have to spend so much today." Sissi did not drag on any longer and began to turn around to leave. Just as she was about to walk towards the entrance, she felt a weight on her shoulders out of the blue.

She turned her head over on instinct and found that Patrick had wrapped his black coat around her.

Their eyes met, then Patrick mumbled lightly, "It's cold outside. Put on the coat."

The grin on her face could not get any wider at this point. Sissi stretched out her fingers and held onto the collar of the coat. She was moved and asked, "Is this the reason why you always bring thisNôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

coat with you every time we meet?"

"You think too much," Patrick replied airily after finally registering what she just said.

Sissi only smiled in response. In her memory, he was always like this, forever refusing to admit that he just wanted to treat her well.

The both of them left side-by-side, leaving the waiter behind sighing in admiration. "What a gentleman and a beautiful lady..." marvelled the waiter.

Amelia's heart sank as she watched the scene unfold. That was why Patrick always had that black coat with him. It was not for himself, but Sissi...

The most ridiculous aspect of this was the fact she had personally handed him the same gift that he would in turn give to another woman...

Forty minutes later, in a cozy cafe.

"Where's your client?"

Hearing the sound of a mildly impatient voice of a man from above her head, Amelia stopped sipping her coffee and raised her eyes to look up at him.

Seeing the man standing in front of her was the one she was waiting for, Amelia flashed a smile slowly and said, "He left."

"He left?" Patrick pulled out the chair in a fit of rage and sat down in it, snatching the cup of coffee from Amelia's hand in the process.

He took a big sip in his temper and almost spat it out. "It's so bitter!"

Amelia chuckled in silence at his confoundment and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? Coffee needs to be appreciated slowly, what's the difference between downing a glass of water if you take such a big gulp like this?"

With a bang, Patrick slammed the half-empty cup onto the table and growled, "And you're lecturing me now? Would I be so tired if I hadn't rushed over to see you?"

"Yea, how can you not be tired when you're running back and forth between two places?" Amelia shot him a thoughtful look.

Patrick frozen still for a moment.

Amelia saw a waiter passing by out of the corner of her eyes and said to her, "Please add an order for another Sago."

The waitress dressed in maid costume and cat ears responded in a cutesy voice, "Alright!"

With that, a pair of delicate eyes skimmed across Patrick's handsome face...

"I don't drink Sago," Patrick complained to Amelia without taking a look at the cheeky waitress.

Amelia only rolled her eyes in response. "It isn't for you."

"Hey! Can you be more considerate? I hurried over here just because of your call! Does it kill you to treat me a fruit juice or something?" groaned Patrick.