Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 64

In the tax, her fingers seemed to be hooked by something but she didn't care as she fell weakly on the seat, shivering.

On the other side—

The high-school classmates party was still going on in full swing, but Patrick lost his previous interest and sat silently in the corner, shaking the fine wine in his glass.

Feeling a little guilty, Charles came to him and sat beside, saying, "Brother, I..."

Patrick glanced at him.

Charles began telling the truth, "Don't be angry with Amelia, please. I called her to tell her that you were drunk and I asked her to pick you. I just want to see if you really value her..."

Upon hearing this, Patrick's lazy eyes suddenly became sharp. He suddenly grabbed Charles's collar with terrifying momentum.

"..." After losing control for a moment, Patrick let go of Charles, putting on his coat and leaving in a hurry.

Charles, who had been thrown on the sofa, patted his chest with relief and muttered, "... Am I still alive?"

At home.

Patrick drove crazy all the way back.

As soon as he got home, he immediately ran to the master bedroom, but Amelia wasn't there.

His eyes turned cold as if he had thought of something. He turned around and went to the secondary bedroom. As expected, he found her in bed.

She laid with her back towards him. Even he came in, she didn't move.

When Patrick walked to her bedside and saw her eyes rolling, he whispered, "Don't pretend to be asleep. I know you're awake."

Amelia opened her eyes disappointedly and sat up with the quilt in her arms.

Seeing her hair was slightly scattered on her cheeks, Patrick naturally stretched out and wanted to pull her hair away, but she avoided it.

His fingertips slightly stiffened, but he pretended as if nothing had happened, asking, "Why not sleep in our bedroom?"

Sleep with a heartless man?

Amelia smiled slightly and said sarcastically, "I think this bed is much more comfortable than yours. I will sleep here in the future."

Patrick narrowed his eyes. There was anger in his heart, but he didn't vent it out. Instead, he said, "If you insist, I'll be with you!"

Amelia waved off his hand on her quilt and couldn't stand it anymore, saying, "No need. I'm not qualified."

She dissed him with his words, but there was a faint resentment.

When the sentence "I misunderstood you" was about to be blurted out, he saw the ankle exposed outside the quilt, asking with shock, "What happened to your ankle?"

With a trace of grievance in her beautiful eyes, Amelia put her foot back into the quilt, put her palm on her knees, and rested her head on the back of her hand, looking like a helpless cat.

Patrick said in an unusually serious tone, "Let me have a look at your ankle!"

Amelia turned her face away and said, "I don't need you to pretend to be merciful to me!"

Upon her rejection, Patrick lifted the quilt and grasped her sprained ankle while she was screaming.

"Be gentle!" She said in pain.

Patrick's face was still cold, but said with some tenderness, "Where did you get hurt?"

Amelia said simply, "On my way back."

With a gloomy face, Patrick tried to open the ointment on her ankle to see what was going on, but was stopped by her. "I just put it on. Don't waste it."

"Although the wound is a little red and swollen, as long as I don't move violently, I will recover in two days," she thought optimistically.

Patrick pursed his lips and dejectedly let go of her foot. She was not as gentle as an ordinary woman. She did not cry for help when in need. No wonder no man cared about her.

As soon as he let her go, she no longer clung to his arm. When she took back her arm, he suddenly asked in a tight voice, "Where is your ring?"

Amelia's eyes suddenly froze and lowered her head, only to find that the ring was gone!

Patrick asked in a cold voice, "I'm asking you, where's your ring?"

Thinking for a while, Amelia said, "Maybe it was lost on my way back."

As she answered, she felt a little upset. The ring was gone. Did this mean that she and he would end in tragedy?...

Patrick was so irritated by her indifference about the ring that his eyes looked as if he wanted to eat people. He said, "Amelia! That's a wedding ring! Do you know its worth?"

"Worth? You mean money, isn't it?" Amelia thought.

She held her cheek with one hand and temporarily stopped recalling the sorrow of the wedding ring, said, "Tell me how much it is. I will try my best to pay you back."

Patrick's heart was filled with anger and sneered, "Oh, you think you can make up my sincerity by money?"

It sounded like he was accusing her of being unfaithful.

Shaking her head and trying to get rid of his high-sounding idea, Amelia said, "I'm very sorry to have lost the ring you bought for me, but I didn't do it on purpose..."

Patrick interrupted her, "That's enough. I'm tired of your 'official' response. You are a hypocrite."

Hypocritical...

That's right, in his mind, she was just a hypocrite, wasn't she?

In his cold eyes, she laid down and closed her eyes, not quarreling with him.

Patrick, who was left aside, thought fiercely that sooner or later, he would teach this woman a lesson!

The next day, at Roxxon.

Inputing the batch number of the products into the computer, Amelia couldn't help recalling each place she had been to last night, but couldn't remember where the ring was.

"Maybe it fell into the black hole," she thought to herself.

At this time, Doris reminded her, "My dear, you input the wrong number..."

"Oh." Amelia came to her senses and quickly corrected it.

"And here," Doris said.

Amelia corrected again.

Doris looked at her strangely as she had never made such stupid mistakes. What happened to her today?

In the CEO's office. Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

A handsome man came in this direction aggressively. The secretary was quick-witted and immediately greeted him, "Sir, how can I help you?"

The man raised his chin slightly and said, "I wanna talk to Mr. Hopper."

The secretary asked again, "Have you booked an appointment?"

"Can I book the appointment now?" The man's eyes were sharp and continued, "Tell your boss that it's Hobart Smith from Mills who wants to see him."

The secretary was stunned, and became respectful, saying, "Mr. Smith, please wait for a moment."

*

The secretary quickly came out of Patrick's office and made a "please" gesture, telling him to go in.

Hobart stepped forward with an evil spirit.

Seeing Patrick, Hobart didn't even greet and directly told his purpose, "Mr. Hopper, I'm here today to seek for justice."

Patrick glanced at the red mark on Hobart's nose and said, "Please have a seat, Mr. Smith."

"No." Hobart insisted standing and saying, "Do you still remember the lady who delivered the document to you at the horse-racing course?"