Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 646

Seeing that Patrick was having his hand on Amelia, Hobart's instinct as a man told him that he needed to rectify the situation. He shouted at him and dashed forward to strike at Patrick.

In face of the allurement of beauty, Patrick had lowered his guard against the surrounding. He did not bother at all even if he had clearly heard Hobart's shouting.

Patrick could not help exerting excessive force on the delicately soft body in his arm.

It was only after he had been struck and dragged away by Hobart that Patrick finally fixed his stare at Hobart.

He caressed the corner of his lips which was then cracked before he turned around and struck at Hobart in return!

Amelia grasped on her now torn collar tightly and witnessed this scene in horrify.

She could only find her strength to speak again after a long while. She hurriedly shouted with her face pale, "Stop fighting!"

However, Patrick turned a deaf ear to her shouting. His fist was all this while landed on Hobart

repeatedly.

Hobart's heroic spirit had drained over time. After all, all he wanted to do at the beginning was to stop Patrick from his unmannerly behavior against Amelia. He had never intended to fight off Patrick.

Patrick was furious in attack while Hobart was struggling in defense. Upon seeing the increasing number of wound on Hobart's face, Amelia could not help exclaiming at Patrick, "Patrick! I asked you to stop! Did you hear me?!"

Her words were gasoline to Patrick's burning anger.

Consequently, his attack on Hobart was getting more aggressive.

"Mad man! Didn't you hear what your wife said? She asked you to stop!"

"F*ck! If you continue to hit again! If you continue... I won't let you get in your way!"

"D*mn it! Why the hell you did as what I challenged you?!"

Hobart could not help swearing as he defended himself frantically.

Eventually, the loud banging sound and Amelia's shouting coming from upstairs had drawn the attention from Finley.

She ran up to the second floor just to see that everything she had exquisitely set up for the space including the table, water dispenser, rack for reading materials and sofa had been in a chaotic mess.

And the culprit was still continuing his destruction right in front of her.

The furniture had been bought in a matching set. In other words, once one of the them was damaged, the remaining would be rendered useless altogether!

Such destruction was indeed unforgiveable!

At this moment, she could not bother if the person that had caused the commotion was her own uncle!

Turning around, Finley ran downstairs infuriatedly. The moment when she returned upstairs again, a troop of security guards could be seen following at her back.

"Do it now!" Followed by Finley's instruction, approximately ten security guards began to pull Patrick and Hobart apart.

Right that moment, Patrick was in a state of madness. He would strike at whoever that had came forward to muddle with him.

It was indeed pitiful for the troop of security guards who dared not to strike back at Patrick. They might have even considered to resign from the jobs after

this.

On the other hand, Hobart sighed in relief upon seeing the involvement of security guards. He surrendered himself to them so that they could part him from being tangled by Patrick. Following, he receded to Amelia's side in panting, "D*mn it! This crazy fellow!"

Amelia eyed at him in worryingly, "Are you okay?"

Touching his swollen cheek, yet Hobart could not help feeling fortunate as he said, "I can still handle this... Luckily he didn't break any of my teeth."

Amelia replied apologetically, "I'm so sorry. I apologize to you on behalf of him. Please hurry and leave now before he notices that you're gone."

Hobart was so infuriated that he could not help stomping, "When we were out just now, he had agreed that he would not strike at my face! But right now he aimed every of his blow on my face only. I can tell that he is jealous of my look! I don't know what is this if it's not for jealousy!"

"What did you say?" Other than the injury on his face, there were injuries all over his body including his neck and collarbone. Amelia had only noticed them when Hobart was right next to her. These injuries had not been making sense to her since supposedly Patrick had only struck at Hobart's face.

In such a short period of time during their brief conversation, Patrick had managed to get rid of the security guards nearby. Then he dashed forward again in direction of Hobart who was staying near to Amelia.

Hobart's eye widened. He shot Amelia a quick glance before he hurriedly said, "Don't forget that you still owe me supper!"

He could not bother what Amelia spoke in reply. As soon as he finished his words, he sped off immediately from the scene!

"Hurry! Stop my uncle now!' Finley hurriedly ordered the security guards who were now badly injured. She was afraid that Patrick would have chased after Hobart and ruined her furniture downstairs as well. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Now that their boss had ordered, the security guards were forced to take him down.

Fortunately, the security guards were not completely useless. Patrick was already exhausted as he had previously wasted too much energy on fighting off them. So they simply held him down on the sofa at ease.

"Let go of me." Staring at the four strong men who were responsible to pin him down, Patrick was panting but his voice was extraordinarily calm as if he was emotionless.

Looking at the mess on the second floor, Finley could not help tearing.

She came forward to Patrick and begged him depressively, "Dear uncle, I'm begging to at least not destroy my place..."

Patrick swept a quick cold glance at Finley before he landed his gaze on Amelia's face. Seeing that she was standing still near the wall, Patrick abruptly broke out in a laughter. He wondered if he was

indeed a fool for fighting with people for the sake of this woman who had all this while been afraid of him.

There were not many times in his life that he had actually entered into a brawl. However, upon recalling, he had only been fighting with Milton, Daniel and by this time Hobart so far, yet each and every fight were all started because of Amelia!

She was unmoved with his actions all this while as if she was a mere bystander, let alone repaying him.

All that she cared about at this moment was the safety of Hobart.

Feeling the sharp gaze from Patrick, Amelia could not help feeling uneasy as if she was stuck in hell. She uncomfortably spoke, "Patrick, let's go back now. Please trouble Finley no more, okay?"

"Listen to what she said! Right now, she is still being thoughtful for others!

Did she ever care if I have been in pain?" Patrick wondered.

"Let go of me." Patrick withdrew his intense gaze from Amelia. He tried to move his limbs which were securely restrained by the security guards.

"Boss?" One of the security guards turned around and looked at Finley in asking for her opinion.

Glancing at her watch, Finley thought that Hobart should have sped off in his car.

She nodded and said, "Let go of him."

Only then did the four strongly built men carefully relieved Patrick from their restraint.

Even if Patrick was clearly on the disadvantageous footing, it was strange that he had yet caved in the impression that he was unchallengeable.

It was also for this reason that Amelia dared not to go near him right now. She was scared that he might have ripped off her head at any time.

At this moment, she finally understood the meaning of Hobart's words before he left.

Before the foot massage, Patrick had been asking Hobart out for a talk. Only did Amelia knew that they had somehow ended up in a fight after their second fight. It was just that they had agreed not to hit anyone's face beforehand, hence she had thought that all this while they merely had a talk outside.

Upon recalling, she finally understood why Hobart seemed as if he was in a great deal of pain when he lied on the massage chair...