Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 653

Standing by the door, Sissi did not want to part with Patrick, and her eyes brimmed with reluctance. "You're going back so soon?"

"It's getting late, and don't you have morning classes tomorrow?" Patrick asked.

Sissi nodded regretfully and said, "Then, I'll see you off downstairs?"

"It's fine. I'll use the lift, it's more convenient," said Patrick.

Sissi then whined, half-joking and half-complaining, "Why are you like this? Can't you tell I want to chat with you a bit longer?"

Patrick was taken aback. A few moments passed before he finally made a compromise. "Alright then, if you don't mind."

"As long as it's you, I won't mind," Sissi said naturally.

As they talked, Sissi stepped out of the door in eagerness, pulling the door close in the process. And with a beep, the digital password lock lit up.

Meeting Patrick's deep gaze, Sissi said frankly, "Look, I've even shut the door. There's no reason for you to say no to me now."

Finding the door not secure enough, Patrick said, "Lock the door with the key again." Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Sissi took a glance at the password lock. "We already have this, I don't think we need to be that careful."

The look in Patrick's eyes showed disapproval at that. "We have to add another layer of security, only this way the bad guys won't have a chance at intruding."

"Fine then, I carry the key with me all the time anyway."

Reaching into her pocket, she fished out a pristine key and locked the door. Turning back around, she smiled at Patrick. "Mr. Patrick, do you finally feel at ease now?"

The two of them then moved down the floors slowly in the elevator.

Because Sissi stayed on the sixteenth floor, the elevator stopped several times on their way down as more and more residents filed in.

Physical contacted with others was inevitable with a crowd in the elevator. As the elevator was about to go down another level again, Patrick felt a tug on one of his cuffs.

He looked down and saw Sissi pulling at his sleeve.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly.

"I..." Sissi bit her lip, looking as if she could not bring herself to speak.

Peering into the mirror behind Sissi, Patrick saw a man gently harassing her backside from behind her.

Looking up from it, the hand belonged to a fat, middle-aged man wearing casual clothes. From the way he advanced on her, he must have had experience doing this, for he managed to keep a straight face and stared ahead as if he was oblivious to what he was doing.

Taking into consideration the fact that Sissi would be living here in the future, it would only bring her trouble if he confronted the pervert right now. So, Patrick stretched out a hand to encircle Sissi's waist and switched place with her. Sissi was then sandwiched between his chest and the elevator door, with Patrick protecting her with his back facing her.

This way, it was simply impossible for the middle-aged man to assault Sissi again.

Looking through her eyelashes at Patrick, who was inches away from her, Sissi said with a smile, "Thank you."

Patrick lowered his eyes and said, "It's nothing."

In the next second, Sissi exclaimed in frustration, "Oh no!"

Patrick, rapt with concentration, asked, "What happened?"

Sissi caressed her pretty and dainty face with her hand and said in a serious tone, "If I had known that you would be so close to me, I would have applied some face powder before leaving."

Patrick raised his eyebrow and joked, which was a rare sight in itself, "Even the usual Ms. Roberts who doesn't had any make up has the desire to do her make up someday?"

"Women love to doll themselves up to impress people who we like after all. What's more, I'm getting in on age. If I don't pull myself together now, I'll be more than embarrassed to meet anybody in another couple of years." said Sissi, with a hint of baiting in her voice.

While they chatted, the elevator eventually arrived and stopped on the first floor.

The door opened, and the passengers left the elevator one after another.

Moments later, the only ones left in the compartment were Patrick and Sissi, who were previously pushed to the back of the lift.

Sissi reminded him, "Let's go."

"Actually, you still have your charm. Otherwise, you won't be taken advantage of the moment you leave your house," uttered Patrick, after being silent for a while. Hethen walked straight ahead,

leaving his words behind to linger in the air.

A surge of warm sweetness coursed through her heart in an instant. Even if Patrick had to beat around the bush just to comfort her, she still understood his well intentions!

In the garage.

Watching Patrick as he took out his car key to point it at a luxury sports car and pressed on the unlock button, melancholy flooded Sissi's chest. "If only time could pass a little more slowly," thought Sissi.

"I'm leaving." He turned around and informed her.

"Okay, be careful on the road. Call me when you get home..." Suddenly reminded of Patrick's wife, Sissi quickly changed her words and said, "Er, you don't have to call me. Just send me a text message."

"Well," Patrick answered and opened the door. Just as he was about to get into the driver's seat, he remembered something and told Sissi, "I'll come and pick you up this Saturday."

He still kept in mind about Sissi asking him out to pick furniture with her on the weekend?

Sissi was pleasantly surprised and then happily replied, "Great, I'll wait for your call then."

At Land of Fragrance.

Amelia was at her desk in the secondary bedroom, reading through the proposal for the theme park to be built in the eastern area that Jonathan sent to her mailbox.

She had to admit that the government's plan for the amusement park was amazingly comprehensive. There was even a system to it, by no means an ordinary child's play.

With the gears in her head still reeling, Amelia's hand stopped flipping through the proposal when an idea crossed her mind. She thought to herself, "If Apex Construction Corporation can lay hands on this project, then as long as I execute each step I take flawlessly and don't be as foolish as Daniel was, I may be able to give the government and the citizens a satisfactory contribution!"

Then, she was also reminded of what Jonathan had told her at the dining table at the company this morning. He had hoped she could take advantage of the prestige of The Hopper Family and flaunt the borrowed power to the government and their competitors, to which she agreed to in a blur.

She was at first stressed out about how she should explain to Patrick when he got home. After all, whatever Huxton saw and heard, Patrick did too.

However, to her surprise, Huxton was hammered last night. Not only that, but he was also drunk for an entire day yesterday, completely forgetting about her conversation with Jonathan.

Was this an indication from God will?

Just then, a looming figure appeared at the open door.

Amelia stood up in a fit of agitation, the chair hitting against her legs and skidded back a distance, screeching from the hard friction with the ground.

"Patrick Hopper!" She shouted out his name loudly, but the tower of the figure kept moving forward.

With a burst of anger, Amelia rushed boldly over to Patrick, blocking his way with her slender arms.

Watching Amelia with her arms spread out in front of him, Patrick had no choice but to stop. However, his eyes were icy-cold, silently urging her to get out of his way.

Under the tremendous amount of pressure exerted onto her from Patrick, Amelia's breathing went slightly disordered as she asked, "Where... where did you go last night? Why did you come back so

late?"

"Get out of the way." Patrick merely lifted his chin, ignoring her question.

"Unless you give me a clear answer, I'm not going anywhere," insisted Amelia.