Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 671

"It's nothing," said Amelia at once.

The atmosphere was strange, but Mr. Roland did not dare to ask more questions and led Patrick and Amelia to the flagship store.

"This is the sportswear brand that sponsors us. It's an international brand, but it may not be good enough for you two..."

At this, Amelia said, "I don't think so. I've seen this brand in sports magazines, many NBA and football stars have endorsed this too, so it must be high-end in both quality and concept."

Her words struck right at Mr. Roland's heart. He replied in eagerness, "Mrs. Hopper, please go ahead and pick everything that you like. I'll give it all to you for free! Treat it as my welcome gift for your first visit."

"That's too kind of you to do that." Amelia held back.

She had just given him a casual compliment since everyone loved to be praised, but she did not expect that she would earn something in return.

Patrick, who was silent the whole time, blurted, "Since Mr. Ronald wants to give you a present, just accept it." Amelia was delighted to see that he was finally willing to speak. She replied hurriedly, "Well, Boss Ronald, I won't hold myself back then?"

Mr. Roland waved his hand and said, "Mrs. Hopper, please help yourself!"

Amelia was not in a hurry to choose her own haul after entering the store. Instead, she took the initiative to hold Patrick's hand and brought him to the men's clothing area.

Patrick's heart melted when she stuffed her soft and supple hand into his palm. His mood was also slightly soothed from the state of disruption by Kaiden's appearance.

He looked down and happened to look right into her watery, glistening eyes. Full of concern, he frowned. "Why are you looking at me like this?" It made him feel as if she was pitying him.

Amelia avoided his eyes and concealed her thoughts by pointing at the sportswear one of the mannequins were wearing. "I just wanted to ask you, what do you think of this blue tracksuit?"

Patrick answered indifferently, "Anything is fine."

Amelia's cheeks puffed up as she said, "Hey, you didn't even look at it. How do you know?" Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Patrick continued, "I look good in anything I wear, so of course anything is fine."

Amelia was speechless. Although he was being reasonable, could he leave it to others to praise him?

Amelia smoothed out the furrow between her eyebrows, turned back to the salesman, and pointed at the model's sportswear. She said softly, "Please help me get a set of this exact tracksuit."

The salesman said with great respect, "Okay, madam."

Amelia looked around and found Mr. Roland standing at the front desk with the cashier, muttering to him some instructions.

Catching her gaze, he raised his hand and made her a confident gesture of 'OK', indicating that he had told the cashier that she was to shop for free.

With a smile, Amelia moved her lips and mimed to him 'Thank you'.

The next second, the grip around her hand clenched.

Amelia raised her head and looked at the man next to her, only to find Patrick's eyes gazing out somewhere else. His expression did not twitch most slightly, as if she just hallucinated about her hand being tightened around.

Just as Amelia was shrouded in puzzlement, Patrick cast a glance at her and said, "Let's go and look for yours."

Amelia asked, "Are you going to join me?"

Patrick raised both of their interlocking hands and shook them in front of her. "Can I say no when you're holding my hand so tightly?"

Amelia became anxious at once and said coquettishly, "I'm just worried about you!"

Patrick's expression changed a little. "What are you worried about?"

"I... " Amelia could not point her finger at what was wrong with Patrick either, so she said, "Okay, fine. I'm worried that you'll run away! Let's go shopping now!"

When Patrick and Amelia emerged from the flagship store, they had both changed into their sportswear.

The colour of Patrick's tracksuit was a shade of staid blue while Amelia adorned herself in a baby, sweet pink, looking like a perfect match when put together.

Mr. Roland rubbed his hands together and said, "We should invite you both for a photoshoot and display it at the entrance of the flagship store. Those picky customers won't dare to say our sportswear is ugly again!"

Watching Mr. Roland's strips of moustache moved in tandem with his opening and closing mouth, Amelia mumbled with a smile, "So cute..."

Patrick scowled at once and shot a look at Amelia instinctively.

Seeing her eyes glued on Mr. Roland, both annoyance and confusion coursed through his body. Mr. Roland looked so rugged, so how could he be called 'cute' in any sense?

On their way back towards golf course number eleven, Patrick asked in a volume that only he and Amelia could hear, "Did you call Mr. Ronald cute just now?"

Amelia was stunned for a moment. Then she replied, "I was talking about his moustache."

"His mustache is... cute?" Patrick raised his pitch towards the end of his sentence in surprise.

"Well, to be exact... the word I should've used was 'interesting'."

"Do you like bearded men?"

"Well, I don't hate it."

That was too ambiguous of an answer!

Unconsciously, he raised his hand to touch his upper lip and lower jaw, wondering if he should grow a beard too. It would make him look more masculine and make Amelia feel safer around him as well.

Amelia noticed his little movement and vaguely guessed at what he was thinking. She chuckled and said, "Don't grow yours."

Patrick's tone was icy when he said, "Why can't I?"

Amelia quickly added, "Even wihtout a beard, you attract the attention of women from all spectrum, ranging from little girls to elderly. So if you grow a beard, I'm afraid you can't even step out of the house because all the women in Northville will be blocking your doorstep and drooling over you!"

Hearing her, Patrick was so elated that he curled his lips and all thought of growing out a beard vanished. He did not want to wreck Northville's families and cause the number of single people to skyrocket.

At the number eleven golf course.

Mr. Roland had called his subordinates to bring Patrick's set of golf equipment and sent it to the golf course in advance when Patrick and Amelia were busy shopping for sportswear.

Even though it had been years since Patrick last used the equipment, Mr. Ronald still dared not to be negligent about it. Especially after he caught wind that Patrick was back in Northville, he had been taking care of his golf set every week as if he was looking after a family heirloom.

Mr. Roland took the set from the ball boy and handed it over to Patrick. He said, "It's finally returned to its rightful owner."

The set of golf clubs triggered a series of Patrick's memories and they replayed in his mind. He had used the same set to teach Sissi how to play golf back then. But after a while after that, she showed up in this exact golf course again with another man.

"Mr. Roland, let me do it." Amelia kindly took the set from him when Patrick did not make a move to receive it.

But then, unexpectedly, Patrick frantically grabbed the set from Amelia, threw it onto the ground! He almost trampled on it too!