Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 706

Huxton started panicking. "Sir, what are you trying to do?"

Patrick, who was in a hurry said angrily, "What else do you think I can do? Hurry up, if you delayed my business, you'll know the consequences!"

Huxton took the listening device off his ear and placed it into Patrick's palm confusingly.

Patrick suspiciously stared at the other side of his ear. "Only one?"

Huxton answered honestly, "The rest are in the drawer of my room, plus the one in your hand. There are 22 in total. You check my room if you don't trust me."

As he spoke, Huxton handed over the keys he was carrying to Patrick.

Patrick was touched by his honesty. He waved his hand and said, "You don't have to give me the key. You can leave now."

"Yes, sir."

As soon as Huxton's figure disappeared behind the door, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of

Patrick's mouth as he walked straight to the living room.

Amelia had heard him long before he came over. She felt strange but it was not easy to express it verbally. She held the pillow in her arms and continued on watching TV. She was pretending to be fascinated by the TV.

Patrick stood behind her, cleared his throat and said, "I'm back."

Amelia pretended to have just heard it and looked back at him. She answered in a flat tone, "Oh, you're back."

Their eyes met and both of them fell silent.

There was only awkwardness.

Patrick's face went pale since Amelia's reaction was totally different from his script.

But no matter what, he had already prepared the clothes for her. If she did not change into those clothes, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Amelia glanced at his rich facial expressions and looked at his neck.

It was very clean and there were no hickeys or claw marks on it.

But what was he carrying in his hand?

Just as Amelia was still worried, Patrick asked from a superior position, "Have you been reflecting on yourself after I left?"

Amelia's heart skipped a beat. He went to the nightclub but she had to reflect?

She was so angry but still, she replied with a 'yes' and a smile.

Patrick was listening attentively. "Oh? What have you been thinking about?"

Amelia's face was full of sorrow. "I'm wondering if I should eat lesser tonight. I've eaten too much recently, so I'm putting on weight."

Patrick's eyes turned cold. "Is this what you're thinking about?"

Amelia's beautiful eyes met his gaze. "Yes, what else do you think I'm thinking about?"

Patrick's grip on the sack tightened. She did not care! She did not care where he went! What did he do?

At this moment, the fantasy he was holding was particularly ironic, turned out that he was not as important as Amelia's weight-losing plan.

Amelia pretended to be relaxed and asked, "How about you? Did you have fun? What are you holding in your hand? Are those gifts from your confidants?"

Patrick's eyes flashed and he stated his purpose at the right time, "These are the clothes I selected for you on my way back. It's very beautiful and it looks very suitable for you."

Amelia smiled happily, "Really? Can you open it and let me see?"

"No problem. If possible I hope that you can put it on for me," said Patrick. He opened the bag with both hands so that Amelia could see the clothes clearer.

Pausing for a moment, Amelia put her hand into the bag and took out a stack of clothes.

"What's this?" She stared at the uniforms that ordinary people would not wear and asked Patrick with a poker face.

"Clothes." Patrick had always been very good at dodging the critical points.

Amelia shook one of them off and asked casually, "Are you sure you want me to wear these clothes?"

Patrick took it for granted and said, "I deliberately took a long way to buy it for you. You won't refuse my kindness, will you?"

Putting it nicely, didn't he just want to see her make a fool of herself?

The dress in her hand could not cover her on the top nor bottom. To be frank it was not a dress at all.

As she thought about it, she smiled and asked, "Then you wouldn't mind if I wear it on the streets, right?" Patrick's expression changed when he heard that. "How dare you! You can only wear these clothes at home for me to see!"

Amelia looked like she was in a dilemma. "But I want to wear them while I'm shopping. What do you think I should do?"

"You won't. You can't afford to lose face." After a short moment of anger, Patrick calmed down quickly.

Amelia said in alarm, "It's hard to say. Maybe if you force me again, I'll open the door to a new world from now on."

Patrick's tone was cold. "If you want to wear it on the street, don't blame me for locking you at home."

"If you lock me at home, I'll wear it for Huxton when you're not at home."

Patrick's eyes turned cold. He pulled the clothes from Amelia's hands, and the clothes were immediately split into two parts.

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"It's broken?" After a pause, Amelia smiled indifferently and said, "It doesn't matter. There are still a few here."

Patrick immediately snatched them from Amelia's hands and tore them into pieces!

Amelia looked at him with a smile and said, "Didn't you say that these clothes would look nice on me?"

Patrick pulled her to the front of him and said coldly, "It's not suitable now!"

Amelia said with a pun, "You really like to go back on your words."

Patrick said in a low voice, "Try and say one more word. I'll tear yours apart."

Amelia pursed her lips and said, "Let's call it a day."

There was no hickeys on his neck, no perfume smell on his body and no wrinkle on his suit jacket. These details were enough to prove that his so-called 'having fun' was just an act to irritate her.

Patrick stared into her eyes. After a while, he replied, "Okay."

"Let me go now." Amelia shot a glance at the hand holding her tightly.

As she had expected, Patrick loosened her arms.

"Perhaps, we should sit down and talk." Amelia stretched her arms and continued.

As she said this, Patrick saw a trace of determination in her eyes.

Yes, a decisive decision!

This made Patrick's heart skipped a beat for no reason. He said straightforwardly, "I don't know if what you wanted to talk to me about is something that I wanted to answer. So, just wait for me to talk to you."

Amelia smiled bitterly. "You're so domineering."

"Indeed, it's not your first day knowing me." Patrick turned around as if he wanted run away but he could not get rid of the determination in her eyes.

"Patrick..." Amelia stared at the man who was rushing to go upstairs and said slowly, "Alright, I'll wait for you to talk to me. By then, I hope well talk about the same person and the same thing."

The same person...

Patrick heart once again skipped a beat.