Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 949

Followed by his gaze darkened, it was as if the temperature of surrounding had instantly dropped to the negative value!

As soon as David realized something was off with Patrick, he responded quickly by added, "Ms. Amelia is my client. Of course I have to know her for business purpose."

Patrick tried to obtain more information from him.

He asked, "Have you been teaching her to bake before?"

David was left with no choice but to admit, "Yes. I have."

Patrick continued to ask, "When was that? What had she baked? Do you know who did she bake for?"

David could not process with a row of questions at one time. He said apologetically, "There are a handful of questions that you had just asked. Which one do you want me to answer first, Mr. Hopper?"

Patrick replied sternly, "Answer whichever question that you think you have an answer to."

"Well, please give me some time to recall the memory." With his index finger tapping on his forehead, David said, "Ms. Amelia was here to learn to bake a birthday cake. It was fate that had brought us together as my boss had arranged me to coach her. As for when was the exact date that she had came, I will need to check with the record on computer.

Besides, I'm not sure who she baked for. She only told me that it was meant for a surprise but she won't disclose to me any more details."

Patrick was stunned all in a sudden.

Neither did Patrick continue to bombard David with questions nor did he request him to check the actual date when she came for the birthday cake. Patrick had already gotten the answer himself.

Upon returning from the washroom, there was already no one left at the door. She assumed that boredom had already gotten Patrick, hence he had left early.

After all, it was not new for him to stand her up.

Amelia thought that his absence would be a relief for her for what she was going to do next.

With this thought in mind, Amelia reached out to push the door open.

As soon as she took a glimpse of the room, there was a drastic change in expression on her initially calm face.

All she could see was that Patrick had already taken off his blazer. The sleeves of his white shirt had been rolled up to his elbows and that he was wearing an apron around him which had a different color as compared to David's. Standing in front of the kitchen countertop, Patrick was listening attentively to what David was speaking.

Amelia could not help feeling astonished at the harmonious atmosphere between the two men. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

She had never expected that Patrick could get along in peace with her rumored boyfriend, not to mention that Patrick had accused her of flirting with the other man on previous occasion.

She could not tell whether Patrick was too concentrated with what was on his hand or that he had ignored heron purpose. Upon entering the room, it was only David who gave her a light nod smilingly in acknowledgement of her presence.

Realizing that David was distracted, Patrick asked frowningly, "Tell me how to beat the eggs."

Patrick's tone was conclusive. It was supposed to be irritating for anyone who heard him. However, due to his gracefulness and temperament as if he was born a leader, one could not help feeling that his orders were wholly justified.

Just as David was about to explain to Patrick regarding the key points of beating an egg, he caught Amelia putting on her apron from the corner of his eyes.

He thought it would be a great idea if he could bring the spouses together. Hence, David spoke, "I've taught Ms. Amelia the technique before. Why not let her guide you?"

"But she is not even here!" With that said, Patrick glanced up just to see that Amelia had already put on an apron just like him, even if he had not realized her entrance at all.

Judging from her furrowing brows, Patrick could tell that she was pondering whether to come forward. Speaking in his irresistibly low voice, Patrick ordered, "Come here."

Amelia was thinking of a way to stay away from the dangerous man right in front of her just as David proposed this idea which he himself thought was a brilliant one. He said, "Ms. Amelia, you can stand right next to your husband so that you can assist him. As for me, I'll stay here and watch. I'll correct you right away if I ever notice any mistakes."

Amelia had to agree.

Leaning over, she reached out to grab the bowl and egg beater from Patrick's hands but he would not give them to her.

Frowning, she stared at Patrick strangely as she said, "You don't know how to beat eggs manually, do you? It'd be better if you leave it for me. Don't waste

our time."

Patrick seemingly felt hurt at Amelia's words. He asked, "So you regard the time we spend in getting one thing done together is a waste of time?"

It was apparent that Amelia had yet to get over the incident at the entrance just a moment ago. Holding grudge against Patrick, she blurted out, "You can certainly understand it this way!"

Patrick tightened his grip onto the handle of the egg beater before he loosened it again. After some time, he sneered, "I wonder why you want me to get mad at you so badly. Unfortunately, this time I will not give what you want."

Hearing this, Amelia's expression changed a little. She could not help feeling that Patrick was being patient with her.

The next second, she could hear Patrick asking uncourteously, "Why are you staring at me now? Don't tell me you don't know at all the correct way to beat an egg, do you?"

She was convinced that what she felt a few seconds ago about Patrick was her mere illusion!

"This man would never change." She thought.

Amelia glared at him before she ordered coldly, "Look closely at how I do and just follow this."

With that said, Amelia took out another egg beater and began stirring it in the air.

It turned out that Patrick was a fast learner. Even if culinary was in fact his weakness, he spotted Amelia was beating consistently in one particular direction, hence he tried to do it the same way as she did. All he could see was that the eggs in the bowl mixed and that large bubbles began foaming on the surface of the egg mixtures.

Seeing this, Amelia first nodded in satisfaction before she added, "But this is not enough."

Patrick was humble when it came to things that he was on the process of learning. He asked, "What else do I need to do?"

Due to the difference in height, Amelia had to rely on the force of one hand on the countertop along with the limited gain of height through tiptoeing. She reached out another hand to point a finger at the behind part of the handle of the egg beater and said, "You should grip onto this part. Other than this, if I have not mistaken you are supposed to tilt the bowl a little. This will help to beat the eggs more evenly with minimum effort. Am I right, David?"

Agreeing, David replied, "You have such a good memory, Ms. Amelia. You're right."

Facing Patrick, Amelia held her chin up high victoriously. Not only did she not annoy him when she made such face at him, he had to resist the

temptation to kiss her.

Amelia urged, "Hey, I've already told you everything that I know. Why don't you get on action now?"

She could not figure out what was on Patrick's mind. All she could see was that he chuckled before he replied, "Got it."

His sudden smile had put her into more confusion. Scratching her head puzzlingly, she turned her head away.

Smiling, Patrick thought of how much effort Amelia had vested when she first came here for baking lesson. Otherwise, she would not have remembered the baking procedure well after such a long period of time.

And he knew the reason behind her taking up baking lesson.

Taking a meaningful look at Amelia, Patrick had then adjusted his posture according to Amelia's advice. The effect of this adjustment on the overall performance was tremendous.