Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 639

Amelia smiled tightly, "I know, but I still have confidence in my current skin condition."

Patrick was older than her. The one who should be have those packages was him.

Finley was actually admiring Amelia's confidence at this moment.

After all, Amelia's man was not extraordinary. For a woman to be beside an ordinary man, she might be replaced by someone new later if she was not guaranteed to be radiant from time to time.

Tugging the corner of her white shirt, Finley whispered to her, "Aunt, aren't you afraid that one day, when you become disfigured, Uncle will fall in love with someone younger?"

Amelia smiled lightly. It was hard to tell if that was a smile of self-confidence or self-abased. "I'm not worried. He likes girls who are older than him."

Finley's eyebrows flew up high, and she gave Amelia a thumbs-up. "Respect. You are supreme."

When Patrick was younger, it was heard that he loved and tried to pursue his own teacher.

"What are you guys talking about behind my back?"

Patrick asked boredly.

"Nothing. I'm discussing with Finley about which package I should choose for you." Amelia replied him in the midst of her discussion.

"I'll just choose the same as you." Patrick said offhandedly.

"Hmm?" Amelia asked, "Don't you want to choose a suitable package for your current condition?"

Patrick looked at Amelia deeply and said lowly, "Actually, instead of all these packages, I would rather carry you to bed and roll around in the sheets with you. I'm sure it'll be way better than any combos they have here." NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

"Wow!" Finley whistled at the round receptionist desk.

Amelia blushed at the actions of this pair of hooligan uncle and niece. She asked, frowning, "Do you still want to do it or not? If you don't, then we should just go home!"

"Uncle, did you hear that? Aunt wants to do it with you." Her words were completely innocent, but Finley had said them in a weird tone, making the whole meaning to be different.

"Alright, you can stop being so noisy now!" Patrick ordered, "Get someone to clean up the empty room as soon as possible so that it'll be convenient for me and your aunt..."

"Patrick!" Amelia was blushing so much.

Patrick smirked at Finley and continued, "It'll be convenient for me and your aunt to get a sauna."

"No problem!" Finley opened the drawer in front of the desk, took out a card, and handed it to Patrick. "This is the room card with the room number on it. I hope my uncle and aunt will be able to sweat all your stress out in it, and come out with a fully relaxed body."

"Thank you." Patrick's smile was particularly devilish, making Amelia feel terrified.

At second floor.

Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he saw Amelia continuing to walk forward with her head down, past their designated room. Patrick called out to her, "Where else are you going? We've reached room 201."

Amelia pointed to the dressing room at the front and glanced back at Patrick. "Shouldn't we change our clothes first?"

Patrick put on a humorous smile, "I didn't think you would know that."

Amelia pouted. "Don't look down on me. It's not like I've never been to a place like this."

"Hah. But you've never entered a high-end club like this before, have you?" As he said that, Patrick tapped the room card on the machine and then scanned his index finger for authorization. Then, he twisted the door handle and pushed the door open.

When Patrick opened the door, Amelia, who was standing behind him, felt hot gas blowing on her face, and she immediately felt a little thirsty.

"Uncle, aunt." Finley had come up with two of her employees. One of them held a tray with two towels and two cups of warm water on it. The other was holding two sets of Mulberry robes in his hand. They were light gray and looked luxurious.

Patrick picked up the two cups of warm water and handed Amelia one. "Drink it."

"Okay," Amelia nodded obediently. Taking the glass, she downed all the water in one gulp.

Patrick watched her drink first, then slowly drank the cup of water in his hand.

"If you guys feel thirsty inside later, you must come out to drink some water. As for the water dispenser, well..." Finley patted the water dispenser beside her and said proudly, "There's plenty of it! Don't hesitate to drink from here, it's free of charge!"

When Amelia thanked her, Patrick stared at her as if he was looking at a fool. Finley had charge the water fee into their package bill, so there was no need to thank her!

Finley noticed that Patrick's eyes was glued to Amelia's face. He must have been dreaming of having some alone time with her for quite long.

Rolling her eyes, Finley turned to the staff member, who then slightly lowered his head and held out the mulberry robes in his hands. She ordered, "Send these two sets of clothes in."

"Yes, madam." The staff answered in a low voice and passed between Patrick and Amelia, walking straight into room 201.

Seeing that the situation was different from what she had imagined, Amelia blurted out, "Give me the clothes. I'll go to the dressing room to change."

The staff was stunned for a moment, then looked at Finley to silently ask his boss what she meant.

"Aunt, don't you already have a room to change in? Why do you still want to use the dressing room?" Finley asked Amelia in confusion.

"This..." Under Patrick's fierce gaze, Amelia felt uneasy and muttered, "It's just weird to change clothes in the sauna..."

Especially in front of Patrick. This man could strip you naked with his eyes alone!

When she heard the reason given by Amelia, Finley narrowed her eyes and said half-jokingly, "Aunt, which era did you come from? You and my uncle will be naked during that also, right? Just change your clothes in the same room. It's not a big deal. People in the bathhouse who don't know you will also be naked in front of you."

What a pity for Amelia! She could do nothing to this pair of thick-headed Hopper family members. Her tradition, her teachings, and her principles have all been fed to dogs!

As for why? Perhaps it was because Patrick and Finley both came back from abroad?

No! She could not blame their stubbornness on foreign culture. This was purely the nature of The Hopper Family!

Patrick fanned the flames at the right time. "Mrs. Hopper, since Finley, who is younger than you, has already said so, what else is there that you can't let go of?"

"There isn't anything I can't let go of!" Amelia said with a sheepish expression.

In her current situation, she was like a skewer, being grilled by Patrick and Finley over and over again on the barbecue rack, completely disregarding her suffering state of mind!