Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 881

Kaiden felt aroused upon thinking of this. With his voice hoarse, he said, "I know which part of me can control you."

Amelia was stunned for awhile before she came back to her senses and scolded, "Pervert!"

While Kaiden could not stop laughing victoriously, Amelia hurriedly unfastened her seatbelt and fled off from the car!

Upon entering the house, Amelia managed to find the switch of light with the help of the torchlight function in her phone. She reached out to turn it on. As a result, the bulb lighted on immediately.

She swept a glance at the shoe cabinet. Usually, this was the most effective way to check whether Patrick was at home. However, she did not see his favorite leathered shoes on it.

Frowning, Amelia tried to figure out what happened. Firstly, Patrick was not at home and secondly, he had not been answering her calls.

There seemed to be only two possibilities to justify this whole situation. Either Patrick had met with an accident when he was out or that he was with Sissi at this moment hence it was not convenient for him to pick up her call.

The former possibility was ruled out immediately. Taking into consideration of Patrick's status and power in Northville, she bet no one would ever dare to scheme on him.

Even if Patrick was involved in a road accident, most probably she would have been notified by the traffic police by this time. Instead, she was left without a clue here without having heard of anything.

Pondering, she could only reach one conclusion. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

With her gaze darkening, she threw her phone onto the coffee table in frustration.

Honestly speaking, she would rather Patrick being kidnapped than knowing he was with Sissi!

Late at night.

In a trance during her sleep, Amelia heard the shuffling sound of footsteps coming from the corridor. She immediately sat up from bed. After making sure that she had not been dreaming, she hurriedly dashed to the door.

Opening the door, Patrick was at that time bypassing her room. Amelia could tell that his expression was tensed. He seemed so distracted to the extent he had distanced himself from the

surrounding.

She looked at him in anxiety. Her red lips parted yet she had not gotten any chance to tell him what was on her mind.

All in a sudden, she lost her courage to break the silence between them as he got further away from her.

Eventually she heard the sound of door closing, but it was the door of Patrick's room that was being closed.

Amelia's feet were glued to the spot where she was standing all this while. The ray of light falling onto her milky white sleeping gown had caved in such an illusion that she was unrealistically weightless.

The next day was a Sunday.

After waking up, Amelia first took a hot shower before she changed into a gorgeous dress. Followingly, she put on a light make-up after dressing up. It was then she went downstairs to get breakfast done.

She waited until she felt that it was the right time before she came to the main bedroom on the second floor. Beaming, she reached out to knock the door.

A few moments later.

Receiving no response from him, Amelia flatteringly called out his name twice just to regretfully find out that there was no response still.

She could not resist the urge the open the door anymore. She shouted as she pushed the door open, "Mr. Hopper, I'm coming in!"

Upon entering the room, Amelia was surprised to find out that the bed had been made and that Patrick was nowhere to be seen.

The smile at the corner of her lips began to fade. Having in mind Patrick's distracting look last night, she could not help feeling suspicious of his early outing.

She tried to dial his number but as soon as the call was connected, there was vibrating noise coming from the bedside cabinet. Glancing at it, all she could see was a phone being placed on it.

Her mood turned indescribably terrible at this moment!

After ending the call angrily, Amelia looked around the bedroom. Feeling lost, she had to accept that Patrick was not here.

She gritted her teeth in frustration. Her circle was so much smaller as compared to Patrick's, that she could only think of Huxton and Owen when it came to tracking people down.

However, Amelia was aware that Huxton was probably engaged in his wedding preparation. She did not want to take up his time with such a trivial matter.

Asking help from Owen was not a great idea either. She might end up in trouble if Owen ever found out Sissi's thing. She could not guarantee that Patrick would not be triggered and hence at the heat of anger involved Apex Construction Corporation into such a private matter between them.

"Hold on a second. Why do I need to be worried if he is with Sissi now?"

Upon this realization, Amelia could not help feeling dejected. With her expression sorrowful, she fell back onto Patrick's bed.

At noon.

Patrick was finally back.

The slight commotion coming from the entrance had immediately drawn Amelia's attention. Standing up from the sofa, she stared at the man and asked directly, "Why didn't you answer my call yesterday?"

It seemed like Patrick had not expected that she would be waiting for his return. He startled for awhile before his expression returned calm again.

He did not plan to tell her everything as this would

only lead her into overthinking.

He loosened his tie and replied calmly, "We can talk about this later."

Amelia clenched her fist forcefully. She had been dead worried of him since yesterday yet he did not even bother to make up with an excuse for her.

Patrick came to the sofa and sat down before he continued, "Oh yeah, the specialists from United State that I had contacted for dad had already arrived in Northville this morning. I was out early in

the morning to pick them up. They are now settled down at..."

Gritting her teeth, Amelia interrupted irritably, "I'm asking you now. Why didn't you answer my call yesterday?!"

Squinting at her, Patrick replied sternly, "I don't like to be interrupted when I'm talking."

Amelia had no other choice but to wait for him to finish. After he updated her with all the information including the identity of the specialists from the United State, the hotel that they were currently staying and the actual time that George could receive medical consultation, she finally asked, "Have you finished? Is it my turn to talk now?"

Patrick made another request immediately, "I'm very tired now. Can you come over and massage me?"

Amelia was obviously irritated by his ignorance, "With the condition that you have to answer my question first!"

"I will only answer you after you massage me."

With that said, Patrick rested his neck on the back of sofa. With his head held high, he gradually closed his eyes. This was to make it easy for Amelia to massage him.

"Whatever!" Sulking, Amelia was done being instructed. She stomped away angrily.

With the sound of a loud bang after Amelia slammed the door shut, Patrick opened up his eyes and began to stare at the ceiling.

Sissi was pregnant. And the father was her ex-husband.

Precisely speaking, she was made pregnant after being forced by her ex-husband. Although she had taken all the necessary precautions, unfortunately pregnancy had taken place regardless.

As for the reason of her fainting during her class, the doctor claimed that she was too weak due to her unexpected pregnancy.

Upon receiving this news, she insisted on getting an abortion. However, this was not advisable since abortion for pregnancy at her age would undoubtedly leave a significantly adverse impact on her body.

During this period, the doctor had also spoken to Patrick alone regarding the fact that Sissi had given birth before.

Sissi...had given birth before.

"Where is the kid now? Why would she never mention it before?" Numerous questions flooded Patrick's mind all of a sudden.

He did not want to cast doubt on Sissi's loyalty towards her own marriage. However, he also could not hold back his suspicion especially after what had happened between the two of them and Quartley.