Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 643

"B*tch! Go to hell!" Now all that the crazy woman wanted to do was to give Amelia a tight slap in face. The weight of Hobart as she dragged on him along did not seem to stop her impulse to act on her anger.

However, there was no way that Patrick would let her wish come true. His gaze was murderous as he stared at the forthcoming woman. All in a sudden, he forcibly grasped Kayla Elliott's wrist!

With the sound of bone fracturing, Patrick broke her wrist bone with just the strength of his bare hand.

The agonizing pain had turned Kayla's face pale. Every inch of her body was trembling as she moaned in pain.

Finley was stunned seeing this. It was apparent to her that the influence Amelia had on her uncle was in fact far more horrifying than she could imagine.

On the other hand, Hobart's expression was relatively calm. Although Kayla was somehow brought upon by him, her blatant stubbornness had already annoyed him.

"Get lost!" Hobart loosened his grip on Kayla's hand. He then threw her away in direction of the wall near the staircase as if he was dumping a bag of garbage.

Kayla's hand was first broken by Patrick, and later she was being abandoned right away by Hobart. She could not help feeling terrified and disappointed as she left the scene.

Seeing Kayla's stumbling back as she left, for the very first time Amelia had recognized the cold- hearted side of Patrick despite his playful and unserious character that she had been used to.

To be honest, Amelia bitterly wondered what had these men been taking women for.

She pondered at the thought that if these men had been treating women as mere toys.

That assumption should not have gone too far from the reality.

Although Kayla did not deserve any sympathy, the viciousness and ruthlessness demonstrated by these two men were beyond her imagination.

Seeing that Amelia's face was pale, Patrick thought that she was frightened by Kayla. Without him noticing of his action, Patrick reached out to touch her head and asked concerningly, "Are you okay?"

Amelia managed to force a smile in reply, "I'm fine."

The hand that had just broken Kayla's wrist was later stroking her head gently. Amelia could not help having such an impression that Patrick would have twisted her head with this hand had she provoked him one day.

Hobart had been growing up around women. Upon seeing Amelia's unnatural expression when facing Patrick, Hobart had more or less guessed her thought.

Amelia was afraid of Patrick! To be more accurate, she was afraid of what Patrick had just done!

That was indeed true. No one on earth would like a violently abusive man.

That was the reason why he had never hit any woman as such behavior would easily leave a bad impression towards other women.

At this moment, Patrick's thoughtfulness towards Amelia would not negate the fact that he had been cruelly violent against Kayla. If a man like Hobart would regard such act as ruthless, let alone Amelia who was just a delicate woman.

"Ms. Amelia, are you feeling better now?" Hobart had replaced with a polite tone when she spoke to Amelia. He always knew when to deliver his concern at the most appropriate timing when women were at their weakest point.

Amelia looked up and caught a glimpse of warmth within his eyes which made her feel relaxing. She subconsciously smiled, "I'm fine. Thank you for your concern."

Hobart nodded in relief, "It's good to hearthat. I should be responsible for this incident. I had never expected that she would in fact misbehave to such an intolerable extent."

Amelia shook her head slightly and said, "It's just a small accident. You don't have to take it to your heart."

Speaking of the truth, she suffered no loss despite being frightened by Kayla's rage at the beginning.

Looking at Kayla on the other hand, not only had she suffered a broken wrist, she had completely lost Hobart's affection as well...

Patrick abruptly lowered his head and bit the tip of Amelia's ear revengefully.

Amelia immediately frowned. She covered her ear and dodged her head to one side before questioning Patrick irritably, "Why the hell did you bite me?"

Patrick's face was not looking good as he fired his question back, "Have you done chatting with him?"

Patrick was frustratingly confused. What he did not understand was that he was the one that had protected Amelia from the attack one moment ago, yet she expressed her gratitude towards Hobart who obviously had done nothing.

Upon hearing this, Hobart glanced at Patrick in mockery, "Vo, Mr. Patrick, are you going to get jealous for every little things?"

Patrick threw a glance at Hobart who was clearly digging his own grave, "Which eyes of you had seen me getting jealous, hmm?"

"You don't tell one's jealousy from sight. Instead, you can feel it with your heart. I can sense your intense jealousy from distance, not to mention Ms. Amelia who is now right beside you. It's such a pity that she has to endure your long-lasting jealousy..." Hobart sighed in exaggeration. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Patrick had finally reached his limit of patience as he glanced at Hobart, "Follow me to the entrance so that we can talk in private."

Amelia asked Patrick in panic, "What do you want to do?"

"None of your business." Patrick replied in calmness.

Amelia's face was getting more and more pale. She knew that the calmer Patrick was, the more horrible things he was capable of doing. She shook her head slightly in direction of Hobart. Her implied meaning was pretty obvious.

Unexpectedly, Hobart curled his lips and said fearlessly, "Sure, let's go out and have a chat now."

After all, Amelia and Finley were just delicate women. It was impossible for them to stop the two men from leaving if they insisted.

"Aunt Amelia, I really admire you!" As soon as Patrick and Hobart had disappeared from their sight, Amelia abruptly heard Finley saying this.

Amelia asked, "What quality of me that you admire of?"

Finley replied enviously, "Of course I admire that you are capable of letting two outstanding men fighting against each other for you. Don't you consider yourself happy?"

Blessed?

Amelia could only foresee disaster coming.

If Patrick was the one getting injured, then she would have to take care of him. Had Hobart been the one injured this time, then she must cover his medical expenses on behalf of Patrick. She rather be saved from such troubles than considering herself blessed!

Not long after, both Patrick and Hobart were seen returning safe and sound.

Amelia and Finley exchanged look and unanimously shared the same thought. To their surprise, these two men had indeed just gone for a talk.

Finley could not help asking, "Uncle, Mr. Smith, had

you two reached a peaceful agreement?"

Patrick tidied his indescribably messy collar while he answered Finley's question in affirmative.

Hobart curled his lips unnaturally and nodded too.

"Wow! That's great. Come on and continue your following treatment. I remember that you two had signed up for foot massage next right? Tim! Please come over!" Finley held onto the railing of the staircase and shouted in direction of downstairs, "Please hurry up!"

"Boss, what do you need me to do?" Tim rushed upstairs in hurry.

Finley pointed at Patrick and Amelia when she made her instructions clear, "You are now responsible for taking my uncle and aunt to the third floor. Please ask Jesse and Bella to give them

foot massage. Bear in mind that Bella will be responsible for Ms. Amelia's massage while Jesse will be assigned to Mr. Patrick. Please make sure that you don't mess up my instruction."

Tim replied obediently, "Okay."

Following, Finley rubbed her palms and greeted Hobart welcomingly, "Mr. Smith, how about you?"

Hobart raised his eyebrows and glanced at her, "Me?" "Look, although your female companion had left, you shouldn't have wasted the money that you had already spent for the full treatment package. Why not I change it into a full package for men for you?"