Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 687

Her nerves had clearly told her that she had burnt herself somewhere.

She lowered her head stupidly and stared at the spots that had been splattered red by the hot water.

She immediately felt frustrated.

Amelia wondered if Patrick would think that she had purposely used this way to attract his attention.

But she could swear to the God that she would never use any self-harm methods to get his attention.

At first, Amelia was slow to feel anything. As time went, the pain arising from the burnt area began to exaggerate.

"Whew..."

As a reflect action, Amelia kept blowing at her injured hand. What she did not know was that she looked pitiful in the man's eyes.

"How could you be so careless?" Patrick came over and was about to hold her hand so that he could check on the injuries. Right at this time, he heard Amelia asking, "Where have you been?"

Hearing that, Patrick's hand froze in the air. He looked at her unhappily and said, "Why are you

asking this now? Your hand is more important!"

Amelia could not help feeling touched at his concern although she clearly knew that he was just trying to change the subject.

Glancing at Amelia's hand that was still holding the glass, Patrick reached out his hand and took over the glass from her hand before putting it casually on the shoe cabinet aside.

After that, he grabbed her burnt hand and walked into the house, "Come, let's go to apply medicine on it!"

"Patrick..." Amelia struggled to catch up with him and asked meaningfully, "Are you okay?"

Upon bringing Amelia to the living room and settling her down on the sofa, Patrick looked at her eyes casually and said with a smile, "Why am I not okay?" All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Amelia could feel her throat tightened. His calmness only impliedly told her that her worries were unnecessary. Meanwhile, she seemed to get the message that he did not care about her feelings at all. Otherwise, he would at least feel guilty and dare not to look into her eyes when he lied.

"It's good that you're fine." She replied mockingly.

At this time, Patrick had finished checking Amelia's hand injury. Although it was only superficial injury, he could not help feeling worried still, "Where's the

ointment? I'll bring it over."

Amelia's expression froze. She could not suppress her anger coming from nowhere, "This is also your house. Don't you think you should try to remember where these things are put?"

Patrick was stunned by her accusation and could not help looking up at her.

Sensing the coldness in her eyes, he thought of something and explained, "I admit that this morning I had not been considerate enough to send you home first. But I was really stuck in an urgency which required me to be there right away. I hope you can understand."

He left her behind and sneaked out to meet his lover. Yet he was expecting her to understand him.

Amelia clenched her fists to hold herself back from going mad.

Seeing that she was silent still, Patrick knew that he might have gone too far for his conduct this morning. He tried to speak to her as soft as possible, "Oh yeah, how did you come home?"

She pursed her lips and said briefly, "Taxi."

Hearing this, Patrick unconsciously used a playful tone to ease the tense atmosphere between them, "I thought that you never bring along money when you're out with me. It seems like you are smart

enough today."

Amelia's eyes turned cold, "Is it funny?"

Patrick frowned. He finally realized that it would not be easy for him to ease her anger, "What's wrong with you?"

Amelia came back to her senses and replied in a serious tone, "I don't like you to laugh at me when you are trying to bring up the matter that you had abandoned me today."

Patrick thought that she had exaggerated the seriousness of the matter when she said this. He did not mean to laugh at her.

"Mrs. Hopper, didn't I just apologize to you?"

Amelia's eyes squinted, "If you really feel sorry, why can't you at least call me? Don't you worry that I might not know how to go back home penniless? Or maybe I might encounter some troubles on the way which required a man to help me?"

"Can you stop being so unreasonable? Aren't you safe at home now?"

"Yes, I'm home now, so you can save for yourself on your so-called concern." Amelia said coldly. She stood up to leave.

"Stop!" Patrick had just experienced Sissi's incident and had yet to calm down. His patience had been reaching his limit for him to comfort her softly all

this while.

However, not only did Amelia not appreciate it, she had purposely talked to him in such a sarcastic way. He must make sure that she had learnt her lesson, or else this woman would only overstep him.

Upon hearing this, Amelia turned around.

Patrick approached her with his expression cold, "Don't be so pretentious. We're all grown-ups. Bear in mind that if I choose to send you back, it's just a gratuitous act. It's not my duty to send you back. Do you really think that I owe you this?"

Amelia looked at him in disappointment, "Is it? So everything that you've done for me all this while is gratuitous? You had never done any of them genuinely on your own?"

Patrick blurted out, "Otherwise? Have you been thinking that I'm your chauffeur? My company needs me, can't you at least understand my difficulties?"

Amelia smiled bitterly and said, "You are now asking me to understand your difficulties? Then who else is here to understand mine?"

Patrick was annoyed, "If I don't understand your difficulties, why should I take you to meet those government officers?"

"But didn't you chose to abandon me still in the end?" Amelia thought.

She took a deep breath and said determinatively, "Alright, I know both of us are already tired. Why don't we stop beating around the bush? Your anonymous client is..."

Before she could finish her words, the doorbell began to ring all in a sudden behind Amelia.

"Let's talk about this later!" Patrick marched towards the door and opened it himself.

Amelia was chocked by her own breath. The courage that she had been puffing up vanished all in a sudden followed by the interruption.

The door opened...

When he saw the person standing at the door, Patrick seemed to have lost his mind a little.

When he came back to his senses, he greeted, "Dad."

Howard acknowledged him and gestured his assistant to bring up the gifts that he had brought. He then asked, "May I come in?"

In the living room.

Amelia was sitting obediently next to Patrick when he glanced at Howard and asked, "Tea?"

"Yes." Howard sighed. Patrick had not forgotten his drinks preference despite holding grudge against him.

When Patrick was making tea, Howard began talking, "If I have not mistaken, it has been quite some time since you two last went back home. I was thinking that both of you should have returned from work at this time. Hence I decided to pay a visit without telling you beforehand, I hope that you two don't mind."

Upon saying this, Howard subconsciously peeked at his son. Patrick's attitude was what mattered to him most.

Amelia said restlessly, "Dad, not at all, we are indeed happy to have you here, aren't we, Mr. Hopper?"