Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 690

Eve's odd behavior would throw the younger generation of the family into a state of chaos.

Therefore, instead of regarding Howard as a coward, Amelia felt that it would be more appropriate to describe him as sacrificing himself in exchange for the peace within his family.

Upon arriving at the supermarket, Amelia was responsible for pushing the shopping cart while Howard was lost staring at each of the signboard on top of him.

At the sight of this, Amelia smiled and said, "Dad, the fresh food department is on your left. Just follow me."

"Alright." Howard nodded in relief.

"Dad, is there anything that you are refrained from consuming?"

If it was in the past, Amelia could more or less tell his preference. However, since he had pledged himself to God, Amelia was not sure if his preference had changed.

Howard replied meaningfully, "The most important thing is your sincerity towards deities. It doesn't matter whether you've consumed meat or alcohol. Hence, I don't have anything in particular that I can't eat."

"Well, then I'll get some beef and pork. Um... I think some chicken will be good..."

Seeing that Amelia was engaged in picking stuff over the freezer, Howard began feeling bored.

He habitually put his hand behind his back and followed Amelia at her back as if he was supervising her work.

Amelia had came to realize this in a short while. She thought that she might be able to make use of Howard's help as she asked, "Dad, can I trouble you by asking you for some help?"

"Go ahead!" Howard replied without hesitation.

"Can you go and pick some shallots and garlic for me? I will need them for dinner later. Oh yeah, don't forget to bring me ginger too!"

"Shallots, garlic and ginger." Howard murmured to himself before he turned around to leave.

"Eh, dad!" Seeing that Howard was lost in direction, Amelia quickly pulled his arm and said, "Wet market is on your right."

Howard sighed, "I had not been out for quite some time. It seems like my mind is functioning slow now."

With that said, he earnestly followed each of the signboard hanging on top of his head leading him to the wet market.

Amelia took a few steps forward worriedly. She finally heaved a sigh in relief after making sure that Howard had found his way to the entrance of the wet market from afar.

Ten minutes later...

"Amelia, please come and check if I've gotten the things you needed correctly."

Amelia took over those three bags. She sneaked a glance at each of the bags just to find out that they were all in terrible conditions.

But as soon as she saw the excitement on Howard's face as if he was waiting for approval, Amelia gave him a big thumb up and complimented, "Yes, they are all I needed. You did an awesome job!"

A trace of delight flashed across Howard's face although he took her compliment at ease, "This means nothing to me. Did I ever tell you before that I used to be a farmer long ago? I can now easily tell the quality and grade of the onions and garlics from the experience accumulated from those good old days."

Despite feeling entertained by his boasting, Amelia did not expose him.

As she was pushing the shopping cart, she smiled and asked, "Dad, I think I've gathered everything I needed. Should we buy some drinks? What do you like in preference? Let's say coke or sprite?"

Howard frowned with her words, "Dear, carbonated drinks are not good for health."

"It causes no harm to make an exception for today." Amelia tried to convince Howard girlishly.

Howard stuck out one finger and said solemnly, "Fine then, only this time!"

"Dad, you're the best!" Amelia hoorayed in excitement.

At Land of Fragrance.

When both of them returning home with each of them carrying two loaded plastic bags on their hands respectively, Howard exclaimed, "Where's Patrick?"

Sensing the anxiety of the old folk, Amelia swept a quick glance at the hall.

Patrick was nowhere to be seen.

She hurriedly opened the shoe cabinet just to find out that Patrick's shoes were still there.

"Dad, you don't have to be nervous. Probably he's now resting in his room. Let's take these to the kitchen first. I'll go upstairs and call him down in a while."

There was a hint of sorrow in Howard's voice as he murmured, "I thought that he hates me so much to the extent that he had chosen to run away from home..."

Amelia could not bring herself to laugh despite finding his words humored.

At the master bedroom on the second floor.

The finger of Patrick was tapping on the table while waiting irritably for Amelia to return home.

The corner of his eyes could not help glancing at the wall clock. As soon as he saw the time displayed, he frowned. It was almost eight, yet there was no sign of Amelia coming back.

He began to blame Howard's driver for his slow driving speed.

Patrick came to his sense when he heard rhythmic knocking at the door.

His eyes turned cold as he abruptly straightened himself. It was not long after that he seemed to think of something. He gradually sat back onto his chair and fixed his eyes on the screen of his computer. Hethen said arrogantly, "Come in."

Amelia who was standing right behind the door seemed to have gotten used to his cold attitude. The door cracked open as soon as she applied force on

Looking at Patrick who was sitting on the office chair as if he was dealing with business matters on hand, Amelia said softly, "We're back."

Patrick sneaked a glance at her as if he had been really busy. He asked coldly, "What's the matter of you coming back? Why would you want to exaggerate it?"

Amelia was confused by his inexplicable accusation out of nowhere.

"I'm just telling you this out of courtesy. You don't have to overthink."

Upon hearing this, Patrick said ironically, "So, according to you, I'm the one without manners now for not welcoming both of you at the door."

Amelia stroke her hair and replied magnanimously, "It's okay, we don't mind."

Patrick frowned as he was made speechless. He wondered if she in fact could not tell that he was teasing her sarcastically. Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

Amelia looked at the laptop screen that had not been lit at all. She asked tentatively, "Please go down and have a seat if you're free."

Patrick deliberately reached out the mouse and moved it before he said, "Can't you see that I'm busy?"

Knowing that Patrick had not even turned on the computer, Amelia contained herself from exposing him. She tactfully said, "In case you're really busy, you can have the whole night to yourself to get it done. Can you please go down and accompany dad? He is leaving after dinner. Since I'm going to get dinner done, I'm afraid that he'll be boring at the hall alone."

Patrick thumped the mouse and stood up right away from his chair. He scolded as if he had been triggered, "So you never worried that I might be boring?"

Amelia was amused by his words.

She knew that he had been talking to Sissi on phone all the time. Not only that, he had brought her to a French restaurant and even bought her a house. Amelia wondered how could he regard his life as boring when he would simply entertain Sissi whenever she needed him even if at the cost of abandoning her.

"You must be kidding." Amelia forced a smile as she said, "You're living an interesting life."

Patrick squinted, he was suddenly overwhelmed with the impulse to get rid of the smile on her face.

He came to the front of Amelia before she could recede. He reached out the door knob behind her. With a loud bang, he closed the door shut.

Amelia narrowed her eyes and asked, "What do you

want to do?"

Patrick leaned over her ear and spoke with his voice irresistibly low, "Don't tell me that you would want dad to see us making love?"

Amelia was infuriated by his teasing that she wished to seal Patrick's mouth right away with a stapler.

"I'm telling you... Dad is just downstairs. Don't mess around!"

Patrick looked at her with a smile and said, "Are you on your sound mind? Dad is desperate to see us madly in love. That's enough, stop talking. Kiss me now."