Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 692

Amelia followed his gaze and glanced over, "Oh! I realized that dad had been eating a lot just now. I thought a glass of grapefruit tea will help to ease digestion so that his stomach will not be bloating tonight."

Pausing, she could not help asking upon seeing Patrick's insidious look, "Do you want some?"

"Sure." Patrick replied steadily, "But it's not because of my stomach bloating."

"What's that then?" Amelia looked at him concerningly. It seemed as if she had learnt from Scarlett these days.

Patrick smiled crookedly as he whispered, "That's because I have been suppressing myself too much."

Looking into his slightly provocative eyes, Amelia understood in an instant of his counter meaning.

She sneered and said, "It's not the right occasion to make such a joke."

Patrick shamelessly said, "When is the right occasion then? It's not like we had never done it in the kitchen..."

"Shut up!" Amelia was so angry that she stamped her foot. Yet she accidentally stepped on his toes which were not covered by the slippers. He could not help flaring his teeth in pain.

Amelia's gaze fell onto his toes. Seeing that no visible injuries had been done, she lifted up her gaze and said coldly, "Please mind your word next time if you don't want this to happen again."

Patrick's expression darkened especially after he was made speechless. He snatched over the glass of grapefruit tea which was placed behind Amelia.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Upon realizing what he had done, Amelia hurriedly shouted, "Return it to me now!"

"Come and grab it if you want." Relying the advantage posed by his height, Patrick began gulping.

At first, all he wanted to do was to to provoke her. But soon Patrick had realized that not only the grapefruit tea was refreshing, it was delicious.

"Are you a kid? How dare you to drink something which is meant for elders? Put it down now!"

Hearing this, Patrick finished the last gulp of the grapefruit tea vigorously.

Amelia had an impulse to give Patrick a punch at his stomach so that she could force out the drinks that he had just finished. However, she gave up this idea as soon as she realized that it would be too disgusting to picture the scene, let alone if it indeed happened.

Moments later, Patrick put down the glass in satisfaction. He licked the corner of his lips sexily and said, "Actually you should thank me."

Amelia was clearly annoyed, "Oh? You finish the drinks that I prepared for dad and expect me to say thank you in return?"

Patrick shook the glass in his hand. The collision sound between ice cubes remaining and the glass was amplified. He then said, "Dad is already old. It's late at night now. You are going to cause him gastritis and diarrhea if you let him have cold beverage at this time."

Amelia thought for a while and found his words justifiable. However, she could not bring herself into saying 'thank you' to someone as arrogant as him.

She snatched his glass and emptied the ice cubes into the basin. With the tap being turned on, she was washing the glass as she said ruthlessly, "Now I hope that you're going to suffer from gastritis and diarrhea soon!"

"You're the cruelest woman ever." Patrick commented blatantly.

"That is too because of your bad influence!"

At this time, Howard's sound could be heard from behind, "Patrick, Amelia, I think it's time for me to go

now."

"Dad..." Hearing this, Amelia immediately put down the glass and turned off the tap.

Turning around, she shoved away Patrick who was all this while standing next to her. She looked at Howard and said, "Does it have to be now?"

She remembered that Patrick and Howard did not spend much time talking to each other when they were having dinner just now. She did not think that Howard would be satisfied with such a brief talking to his son.

Patrick nodded to her and said, "Well, initially I was here to only pay a visit. I had not thought that I was lucky enough to have dinner with the two of you. I'm beyond blessed today."

Amelia pulled the corner of her clothes. If it were not for Patrick, she could have at least serve Howard a glass of tea before he left!

Glancing sideway, she spoke to the man standing next to her, "Can you send dad off for me? I have to wash the glass."

Patrick took a deep look at her before agreeing to her request.

"Dad, goodbye! Do come over again next time!" Amelia waved at Howard with a smile before she turned around and continue washing the glass

which was already sparkling clean.

At the door.

Patrick held the door with one hand and said expressionlessly to Howard who had just done putting his shoes on, "I'm done sending you, you should go now."

Howard thought for a moment and asked, "Are you free to take a stroll with me outside?"

Patrick frowned, "No, I'm not!"

Howard spoke softly as he recalled, "I remembered that you used to follow me out for a stroll at the garden after dinner..."

Patrick was moved by his words but he had soon adjusted his emotions and said, "I was a fool back then. I subconsciously followed you because I saw you holding a football in your hand!"

With that said, Patrick could not help glancing at Howard. Under the beam of light, Patrick realized that he was no longer sturdily tall in size. Instead, he could tell that he was surrounded by loneliness.

Howard's chest heaved violently. His voice hoarse as he said, "Then, I'll go back first?"

"Please go now!"

Patrick thought that it would be better for Howard to go back early considering that since Howard's driver was already old, his eyesight might be deteriorating

as well.

Howard kept turning around to look at Patrick as he left. Patrick said impatiently, "Don't be dramatic. It's not that you can't see me anymore in future."

Howard's mood was enlightened as soon as he heard this. He turned around and scolded with a smile on his face before he left merrily, "Brat!"

After closing the door behind him, Patrick's expression softened.

He turned around to look for the woman who had managed to escape every time after she made him feeling aroused.

Amelia was exhausted after the dinner preparation.

She suddenly came up with an idea to make herself a mocktail as reward. She began pouring the Sprite, Coke and Fanta that she had not finished drinking into a glass.

Patrick was stunned as he saw what she was doing, "Are you making your potions, little witch?"

Amelia rolled her eyes and said, "Had you never seen it? Don't you know how tasteful can a mixed- drinks be?"

After a pause, she said thoughtfully, "It makes sense though. Surely someone who regards himself noble would not have tried this interesting drinks before." She spoke as if it was a huge pity for him to have never tried it in his life before!

After all, it was just a drink.

Patrick sat on the sofa disdainfully and sneered, "I think it's just something freaky."

It sounded as if Patrick had been envious for not getting the chance to try out this drink.

Amelia ignored him. She stirred the mixture of drinks well with a spoon before she took a sip of the glass.

"Wow, perfect!"

The satisfaction on Amelia's face was so intense that Patrick could not help feeling the urge to try on the drink.

He cleared his throat in attempt to draw attention of Amelia who was sitting with her legs crossed on the floor.

Amelia pretended as if she did not hear it. She picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. The sound of the TV immediately covered the sound of his cough.