Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 829

At seven o'clock in the morning, at Land of Fragrance.

When Patrick came back, he happened to run into Amelia on her way out.

Patrick had come back to take a rest because of his fever.

And Amelia was leaving because she was going to catch the subway.

The both of them looked at each other in the eyes, and something stirred in Amelia's chest.

It was like a deja vu, this setting had happened before.

It was not the first time that Patrick had come home just as Amelia was heading out.

They seemed to have returned to the same point on the parallel lines with no intersection.

Stumbling across Amelia, Patrick was slightly taken by surprise.

Amelia combed a strand of hair behind her ear and was thinking about what to say when he said...

"Why are you here?"

Amelia's hand paused in mid-air, an indescribable chill running through her heart.

What he meant was, she should not be here.

"When did you come back?" He asked again, a little more agitated this time.

"Last night," Amelia replied in a lukewarm tone.

Patrick was stunned. If she returned home last night, it also meant he had missed the time when she was home!

"Why did you decide to come back last night?" When he spoke again, there was some unexplained tone of complaint in his voice.

Perhaps he was subconsciously blaming himself. But when the words reached Amelia, the look in her eyes dimmed.

"What about you?" She glanced at him. "Why did you choose to go out last night?"

Patrick's Adam's apple moved, and his already burning throat seemed to be scorching at this time, making it hard for him to utter a word.

Noticing the unnatural flush on his face and the dark green shadow under his eyes, Amelia tried her best to force a mocking smile onto her face. However, the expression she managed to put on looked as if she was getting choked up from tears. She thought she must looked incredibly ugly, so she decided to not smile at all.

The fact that Patrick had rushed to Golden Sunshine when he was having a fever and even refused to answer Paisley's call just to stay with Sissi suffocated Amelia.

Patrick watched as the expression on Amelia's face changed. From the initial sarcasm to the last emotionless expression, it felt as if she knew about everything.

This caused him to panic a little bit. Under the influence of his worsened mood, his throat burned even hotter, and his head grew dizzier.

Amelia had been scanning him up and down the whole time. Though he looked listless and restless, it was also precisely because of this that she felt no sympathy towards him at all. This was all his own fault!

After a few blinks, she said, "It's good that you're back. To be honest, I only came by last night because your brother's worried about you."

Patrick asked in a hoarse voice, "Owen knows I'm sick?"

Amelia did not reply. In fact, Owen did not know about it.

Sensing that Amelia was taken aback by his question, Patrick chuckled, "You came to see me, but you didn't want to humiliate yourself, so you used Owen as an excuse, didn't you?"

Amelia remained silent and was unwilling to answer him.

Seeing that she was getting more and more embarrassed as she continued to ignore him, Patrick felt she would probably feel anxious if he pressed on. So, Patrick changed the topic. "I went to my friend's last night. He was celebrating his birthday, so I went to celebrate with him."

"Really?" After hearing him, the topic should have ended there with his good-natured white lie, but she blurted out without control, "Which friend?

Girlfriend?"

Patrick's face twitched slightly, but he stayed composed and explained, "Boyfriend."

"Ha!" This time, Amelia laughed out loud. "When did Sissi undergo sex reassignment surgery?"

Patrick watched her as she cackled up, but he could not force a smile onto his face no matter how hard he tried.

A few seconds later, Amelia stopped smiling and resumed her normal tone. "I'm leaving to work."

Such a sudden turn of the topic, but with the calm way she said it, Patrick felt as if he had lost something.

She knew he had gone to find Sissi and even stayed with her all night, but she did not even show any sign of losing her temper. Did this mean that she did not want to care about him anymore?

Patrick did not know if it was because of his fever, but even his mentality was unusually fragile. With the thought that Amelia was no longer intervening or asking about his comings and goings, he had the urge to go hysterical.

But he could not!

He was the one who did not go home for the night. If he vented his anger on the person who waited for him through the night, he would be asking for trouble upon himself.

"It's still early. Why are you in such a hurry to leave?" He tried to strike up a conversation, trying to keep her here with him for a while longer.

Because he knew that once Amelia stepped out of these doors, she might not come home for a while.

"She's that heartless of a woman," thought Patrick, could not help slandering her deep down.

But if she really was so heartless and had no conscience, why was she standing in front of him at this precise moment?

Bearing this thought in mind, Patrick's heart trembled. He wanted to take a few strides forward and hold her in his arms, telling her that he was fine and to not worry about him.

Amelia then raised her dainty chin and said to the absent-minded man standing not far away from her, "I have to catch the subway every day now. If I miss it, I'll be late for work. I'd rather leave earlier to catch it. So..."

Patrick continued, "So, let me send you to your office."

Amelia froze for a moment. "No. You're sick."

The moment the words left her mouth, she regretted it.

Why did she have to care about his health in the heat of an argument? Especially when he had just gone out to meet his other lover.

After that, Amelia bent down, put on her shoes awkwardly, then walked out the door, her eyes fixed ahead.

She could not stay here any longer. If she did, what if she needed to drag him herself to the bed so that he could rest?

When Amelia and Patrick brushed past each other, he did not realise that he was staring at her with a greedy look in his eyes.

However, his unbridledly glare flurried her steps and made her accelerate her pace.

Amelia soon found out that Patrick was following her from behind.

No matter where she went, he would follow. And he was sticking close to her too. Because of that, she could not ignore what he was doing at all.

She could not stand it anymore. So, she turned and look back at him. "Why are you following me?"

"As I've said, I'm sending you to work." His voice sounded hoarse, which was enough proof that he was not in good shape at this moment.

"There's no need. I can do it myself," Amelia replied firmly.

Patrick then pursed his lips slightly. If any other woman told him that they could do it themselves, it might be because they wanted to play hard to get. But when Amelia told him she could do it, she really could.

The light in her eyes seemed to be warning him, but it also appeared to look sorrowful when she said, "Stop following me."

Watching as her retreating figure went, Patrick's head ached miserably.

At nine o'clock in the morning, at Apex Construction Corporation.

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