Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 668

All along, the impression Amelia gave him was always more unyielding than weak.

To tell the truth, Patrick was glad she was able to confide in him so confidently.

At the golf course.

As Patrick led Amelia into the vast field course, a man with two strips of pencil moustaches brushed past them.

The mustached man was stunned when he caught a glimpse of Patrick from the corners of his eyes.

He hastily apologized to the clients next to him then hurried to Patrick and Amelia. "Mr. Hopper? It's really you! It's good to see you! What brings you here today?"

Amelia threw a glance at the man and noticed his moustache first.

He was clearly young in age but kept a moustache, which only made him look rather comical.

Patrick shook hands with him as per usual business and said, "I invited several old friends to have a gathering today. Mr. Roland, your business has been good these days, right?"

Mr. Roland replied, "Mr. Hopper, I'm just fooling around with my small business, in no way is it comparable to your gigantic company."

As he spoke, Mr. Roland looked at Amelia, who stood by Patrick and stayed silent the whole time while giving out a polite smile.

After doubling back at Amelia, Mr. Roland gasped. "This must be Mrs. Hopper, right? She's beautiful!"

Mrs. Hopper?

Amelia wanted to correct his address for her and to call her 'Miss Amelia Ramsay' instead. She sounded younger this way.

Unexpectedly, Patrick reached out his arm and encircled her waist. He dipped his head and introduced to her, "This is Mr. Roland, the owner of this golf course. He just graduated from university two years ago, so it's fine if he calls you Mrs. Hopper."

What?

Amelia looked up at Patrick in surprise. She had not even said anything yet, so how did this man know what she was thinking?

Patrick was captivated by her dense yet cute expression. He brushed her nose with a finger and whispered to her ear, "He calls you Mrs. Hopper. You can just call him Mr. Roland."

"Okay," Amelia agreed softly. She then turned to look at the moustached man, who was watching her curiously, and said plainly, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Roland."

"Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Hopper!" After Mr. Roland responded, he turned his attention back to Patrick and said, "Mr. Hopper, which bosses are you meeting with? I can take you both there."

Patrick then told him who they were seeing.

"Oh, you're here for Deputy Director Lee and the rest. They're in course number eleven. It's quite a walk from here, so I'll call over a golf cart to pick us up. Mr. Hopper can also give your wife a tour around my place on the way." said Mr. Roland, as he planned everything into order.

"Yes, you can arrange it." Patrick held Amelia in one hand and had his other hand in his pocket. He acted so casually that it was as if he were the owner of this golf course while the young Mr. Roland

was his errand boy.

Three minutes later...

A 8-pax convertible golf cart stopped within their peripheral. Mr. Roland lifted the safety bar personally and then gestured to invite Patrick and Amelia.

Patrick got in the cart first. He then stretched out a hand to Amelia, indicating for her to get in too.

Outside the cart, Mr. Roland noticed his action and said to Amelia while looking at her, "Mrs. Hopper, Mr. Hopper is so gentle to you."

Amelia's face blushed. She turned her head another way and replied, "He has always been a gentleman." "That depends on who he's dealing with." Judging from his tone, it seemed that Mr. Roland knew Patrick quite well personally.

The next second, Patrick's voice rang out with some displeasure, "Amelia, hold my hand. I'll pull you up."

"Get in quickly, you wouldn't want to make Mr. Hopper wait." Mr. Roland whispered to Amelia playfully.

Amelia bit her lip and wondered why all of Patrick's relatives and friends loved to make a fool out of her. Birds of a feather did flock together after all!

As soon as she placed her hand on Patrick's palm, Amelia got into the cart effortlessly, with Patrick pulling her up with a little strength.

"Sit next to me." Patrick's charming voice reverberated from above her head.

There were eight seats in the cart, with two seats in each row. Patrick and Amelia sat together as Mr.

Roland took his seat tacitly in front of them, keeping a distance from them while still being convenient for them to talk.

On their way to course number eleven, Amelia gazed out at the boundless green course as the grass shone underneath the sunlight with the conversation between Patrick and Mr. Roland occasionally drifted to her. She felt inexplicably at ease...

Just then, Mr. Roland changed the topic and landed it on Amelia. "Mrs. Hopper, what do you think? How's my golf course?"

Amelia replied subconsciously, "It's quiet here."

Mr. Roland was caught by surprise. He thought Amelia would praise him for the high-quality decoration or the spacious scope here. He did not expect to be brushed off by a simple 'quiet'.

"No wonder she's Patrick's woman. She has great taste!" thought Mr. Roland.

With a chuckle, Mr. Roland added, "If you have any gatherings with old classmates or colleagues in the future, Mrs. Hopper can consider us first. We have no other redeeming qualities here other than quiet here!"

Amelia could not help shooting a glance his way with a faint smile. "Is this the reason why Mr. Roland invited me to a tour?"

Mr. Roland replied hurriedly, "Haha, the tour comes first, and the promotion comes second. I hope Mrs. Hopper don't mind."

Patrick had been staring at Amelia's side profile the whole time when she was speaking. Seeing the corners of her mouth slightly upturned and her eyes brightened, he could not help but smile too. NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

Mr. Roland felt as if he was witnessing a historical event taking place before him. He almost wanted to snap a picture to commemorate this moment.

He had served Patrick in the past, but it was a few years before Patrick went abroad.

Back then, Roland was just an assistant who followed his father around and bowed to this group trucklingly. And every time Patrick came by here to play golf, there would always be a mature, pretty lady with him.

Although many years had passed, he could still remember the woman's beauty, which only showed just how beautiful she was.

However, even forthat sophisticated woman, most of the ladies with Patrick had their eyes fixed on Patrick with adoration. When was it Patrick's turn to stare at someone in such a way as they had, like a fool?

That was simply impossible!

But right this moment, Roland had watched it happened.

What was interesting was that since she got in the cart, Amelia only spoke few words. She had almost all of her attention fixated on the golf course. If Mr. Roland did not talk to her, he would practically be transparent in her eyes.

But it did not matter that he was transparent. What was more frightening was that it was as if Patrick was invisible to her too.

A woman who was not very invested in Patrick became Patrick's most beloved woman. It seemed that everything had its vanquisher after all.

Pursing her red lips together, Amelia did feel Patrick's gaze as it lingered on her face. She was able to pretend calm at first, but he did not stop and kept on staring at her... His stare was so hot.