Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 719

It was laughable that Patrick would have this kind of moment too!

Like a comical clown he was, he put on a show in front of her, when in fact, she had known everything.

Listening to the lack of care he showed towards this and even sounded as if he was mocking her, a chill flooded her heart as she clutched the seat underneath her and inhaled a big mouthful of air...

After a long while, she asked, "Since you love her so much, have you ever thought about giving her a status?"

Patrick's frown deepened. He pulled out the hand that Amelia had been keeping in her trouser pocket since she entered the car and held her arm tightly, asking with a stern visage, "What do you f*cking mean by that?"

Amelia lifted her misted gaze, and she was surprised when she caught sight of his purlicue that was bandaged in white gauze. Was he injured?

After her worry had subsided, she hurriedly averted her eyes and tried her best to calm down. "If you do love her so much, we might as well..." "Shut up!" Patrick's face fell even darker. His hand that was grasping around Amelia's arm had slowly started to bleed from the force he exerted, gradually dyeing the cuffs of her sleeves red.

Amelia could feel her bone almost crushing in his strength. Her eyelashes vibrated as she looked up at him with tears glistening in her eyes and asked sorrowfully, "You know what I mean, right?"

And Patrick's reply was to lean over and plant a heavy kiss on her red lips!

Shutting her teary eyes, Amelia very gently cooperated with his barbaric demand.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

Because she already regarded this as their final kiss before separation.

Patrick gripped her wrist tightly with one hand and held the back of her head with the other, constantly deepening the kiss under the influence of his extreme anger!

The woman who had taken the initiative to confess her feelings for him, the one who said she would wait for his answer, told him that she wanted to retreat at this moment!

Amelia's lips split, and the faint tang of blood seeped between her lips into her tongue. She groaned uncomfortably, "Oh! No... No!"

Her protest pulled Patrick back to his senses. He raised his head suddenly and said hoarsely with his ruffled hair, "Amelia, listen to me, nothing happened between me and Sissi!"

Nothing happened?

There was a hint of ridicule in Amelia's eyes. How could she believe him when she saw the pictures the paparazzi took of him and Sissi when she went to the Council Chamber this noon?

Bearing the prickling sensation from her bleeding lips, Amelia spoke, "Everything that I had seen and heard is not something you can deny with just a simple explanation!"

Hadn't he done enough for Sissi? He even almost lost his life at the snowy mountain at Timothy Village for her!

With Patrick treating her with such importance, how could she believe that they had not rekindled the old affair they had between them?

Amelia admitted that there was no way she could make up for the memories that Sissi and he had accumulated since their youth even if she tried to exhaust her entire life for it...

If that was the case, then there was no need for the suffering to continue. She was willing to let go to satisfy their relationship together!

Even though such a decision was the cause of her rapid breathing, the buzzing in her brain, and the

ringing in her eardrums, there was only a dead-end waiting for her at the end of their marriage...

Watching her face turned pale, Patrick could not help but want to hold her in his arms. But his hands were shaking so much for he was afraid that this would be their last hug before he lost her forever...

At Land of Fragrance.

Through the rearview mirror, Huxton's eyes swept across the two impassive faces sitting in the backseat. He frowned slightly and said, "Sir, madam, we're home."

Amelia did not hesitate, unbuckled her seat belt, and was ready to get off the car.

"Amelia..." After a moment of silence, Patrick finally broke the ice and called out her name. "Whatever you think happened between Sissi and me, it's not it."

Amelia peered at him from the corners of her eyes, her voice sounding soft and harmless, "Then do you dare to bring her to me and say this in front of both of us?"

Patrick answered with a clear conscience, "Of course I can!"

Amelia raised her beautifully arched eyebrow and said, "Alright, then you can call her now!"

Patrick took his phone from his pocket with a straight face and punched in Sissi's phone number.

He stuck the phone to his cheek and glued his eyes at Amelia, unmoving. "Hey... Sissi, where are you? I'll pick you up!"

As soon as he finished, Sissi's terrified voice reverberated from the opposite side of the call. "Patrick! What should I do? He... He called me again!"

Patrick's cold face froze over at the sound of this. "What's going on?"

Sissi hastily told him what she wanted to say and pleaded to him in a low voice at the end, "Patrick... Can you come and keep me company? I'm home alone. And I'm really scared... I'm afraid that he'll suddenly break in..."

She then said something, and a flash of light glinted in Patrick's eyes. He quickly promised, "Okay, I'll be right there!"

"Are you leaving?" As Patrick lowered his phone, Amelia slightly leaned back against the Lamborghini for a source of support she badly needed at this moment.

Patrick looked to be angry and worried at the same time.

He stared at her in her eyes but called out the name of another woman as he said, "Listen to me, Sissi's husband..."

"No, you should listen to me!" Amelia interrupted in a shrill voice. Her initially clean and bright eyes turned bloodshot as she glared at him, "If I ask you to stay for me now, will you stay?"

"I..." After a second of reluctance, Patrick asked her back in reply, "Didn't you want me to bring her here?"

Amelia snorted. Patrick must have made a mistake. She had only asked him to pick up Sissi to explain their relationship!

But Patrick was worried about Sissi and wanted to meet her using the excuse of 'fetching' her. Was this the same case?

Clenching her fist, Amelia asked cooly, "I heard she was crying. Did something happen?"

After pursing his lips into a thin line, Patrick got to the point and said, "Her husband threatened her to meet him. Otherwise, he would leak the photos of them in bed."

Amelia heard him and was immediately interested. "Oh? Didn't you say that she was divorced?"

Patrick replied, "Sissi wanted to divorce him, but his husband refused and even pestered her from abroad to Northville."

Amelia sighed and said her genuine thoughts, "She was so eager to return to Northville to seduce her former lover even when her divorce wasn't settled yet. Doesn't this go against the virtues of being a teacher?"

Patrick's eyes narrowed.

Amelia was always keen on keeping a distinction between good and evil, black and white. She then said bluntly about her impression of Sissi, "It seems that your lover of a teacher is a woman who appears to be decent but is smutty deep down. It's no wonder she could cheat on three people at the same time."

Patrick squinted his eyes at her as he said, "Aren't you being too mean?"