Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 647

On the other side, Patrick stood up from the sofa and tidied his clothes.

His disdainful look had led to the fear of the troop of security guards that he might take them as his punching bag again.

But Patrick did not do that.

He walked over to Finley who was tearing. Then he began to speak as if he had already calmed himself down, "Total up the sum of your loss today. Once you're done, send it to my email. I'll let my finance department to transfer the amount to you."

Finley sniffed a little and whispered to Patrick, "Uncle... It's not all because of the matter of money. It's just that I almost couldn't recognize you just now. You scared me."

Patrick startled for a while before he gently said, "I didn't mean to scare you."

In fact, even Patrick himself felt unbelievable that he had became such an irritable and reckless person for Amelia, let alone Finley.

In the car.

After fastening her seatbelt carefully, Amelia subconsciously turned her head side way towards the window as if this could avoid the atmosphere of awkwardness between the two of them.

Patrick's expression darkened upon seeing this. He turned his car towards the direction of the highway.

No one spoke along the way.

At Land of Fragrance.

As usual, Patrick stopped his car right in front of his house and let Amelia got down first before he drove his car to the garage on basement.

The moment when she used a key to open the door, only then Amelia realized that only a day had been passed!

Perhaps it was because Patrick had been looking for troubles around the whole day. Not only that, he had involved her into the troubles he made as well.

Hence, she could not help feeling that the time had been slow to pass.

"Madam, are you back?"

Upon removing her heels and walking towards the hall with her handbag, Huxton appeared right in front of her from nowhere.

Amelia forced a smile and said, "Mm, I'm back. Your Master is back as well." "I know." Huxton pointed at the device on his ear.

Amelia broke into a tiny laughter and said, "I had almost forgotten about it." Some time later, she spoke again with her expression calm, "If there's nothing else, I'll go back to my room first. Goodnight."

"Madam, are you trying to avoid sir?" Huxton's words stopped Amelia from moving forward.

Amelia turned to look at Huxton in confusion as if she did not understand his meaning, "Huxton, what do you mean?"

"Madam, with all due respect, when sir wasn't at Northville, you've been searching for him with your best attempt. Right now he's back, don't you think you should make him stay with your compassion?"

It was apparent on the fact that Huxton was reprimanding Amelia for her coldness from his words.

Amelia looked at him amusingly, "Huxton... You..."

Even if she got a lot to say right now, she could only bring herself to heave a heavy sigh.

Only she herself knew that she had suffered a lot of disappointment all this while.

Seeing that Amelia was unmoved by his words, Huxton could not help feeling sympathy towards his master's effort and good intention for her previously in the saloon, "Madam, you..."

"Shh, listen to me first." Amelia placed her finger on her lips and smiled softly, "If it's possible, you should have installed a hearing device on your master as well. Then you would know who's at fault now."

With that said, she patted Huxton's shoulder before she turned around and went upstairs.

Moments later...

After he parked his car, Patrick went into the hall just to find that Huxton froze on his feet.

Glancing at Patrick's figure from the corner of his eye, Huxton came back to his sense and said, "Sir, you're back."

"Mm." Patrick untied his tie and threw it away while he asked, "Where's madam?"

"She had returned to the room." Huxton stopped for a moment and added, "It was her own bedroom that she returned to."

"I know." Patrick sat down on the sofa with his expression gloomy. Some time later, he said, "Bring me some liquor."

"Sir, what do you want to drink?" Huxton asked.

"Something strong." Patrick replied.

"Okay." Huxton nodded and walked in the direction of the wine cabinet.

It was not long after that Huxton returned with Remy

Martin on his hand. He came to Patrick's side and was about to kneel down and pour him drinks when he heard Patrick saying, "Stand up, you don't have to kneel down."

"Okay." Huxton stood up hesitantly.

Patrick took over the glass of wine and said plainly, "Bring over another glass and drink with me."

Huxton glanced at him with a reluctant look, "Sir, I..."

"Don't you understand what I've just said?" Patrick threw a side glance at him as he said, leaving Huxton with no room of negotiation.

"Okay, sir." Huxton reluctantly obeyed Patrick's order and took another glass from the wine cabinet.

Patrick gestured him to sit on the sofa on his left hand side, "Sit down."

"There's no need, Sir!" Huxton was terrified as he replied, "It's the same for me to drink while standing."

"Is it your habit to drink Remy Martin while standing?" Patrick narrowed his eyes impatiently. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Pursing his lips, Huxton dared to say no more. He obediently came to sit on the single sofa.

After Huxton sitting down, Patrick cracked the bottle open and filled his glass before he turned around to pour for Huxton.

Huxton was shocked that he hurriedly grabbed Patrick's wrist and said, "Sir, I can do it on my own!"

Patrick let go of his grip on the liquor bottle as Huxton quickly took over it.

This was supposed to be the normal reaction one should have.

He was just being a little nicer to Huxton, yet he had already been terrified by his kindness.

In comparison, it was obvious that Amelia had been taken his kindness for granted!

His grip on the wine glass tightened. Patrick gulped the content in it rashly. It did not take him for long to finish his drink.

Huxton who had just done pouring himself a glass of drink, was about to toast a drink to Patrick.

But in the split of second, all he could see was that Patrick had already emptied his glass. Huxton quietly sipped his glass of liquor.

It did not take long for Patrick to finish five or six glasses of liquor. Huxton, on the other hand, kept sipping on his first glass gradually. Upon seeing this, Patrick was infuriated and shouted, "Useless you!"

Huxton trembled upon hearing Patrick scolding him. Without hesitation, he emptied the remaining half of his glass.

Three seconds later.

With a loud thud, Huxton fell down from the sofa with his forehead banging on the coffee table right in front of him.

Seriously?

Patrick frowned and pushed Huxton a little.

However, Huxton was unmoved as if he had just fallen asleep in a posture of kneeling on the floor.

Feeling amused, Patrick could not help shaking his head. He called over the body guard on duty to carry Huxton back to his room.

At this moment, he was envious of Huxton who could be drunken with only one glass of liquor. In contrast, Patrick had always been sober regardless of how much he had drank.

It was the middle of the night. Except for the sound of Patrick of pouring and drinking liquor, all that could be heard was only the tickling sound from the clock.

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