Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 95

She thought it would be fine, but Patrick suddenly raised her right hand, rubbed the cloth of the knitted sweater, and said with a gloomy smile, "Such a nice sweater. I remember that in Ms. Amelia's wardrobe was full of those clothes of ordinary brands."

Amelia had already figured out what Patrick wanted to say and said, "Yep, it's definitely not mine. It's... given by Milton."

Before she could finish her words, Patrick said, "Then why do you put it on since it's not yours? Just take it off."

Sounded reasonable, but awkward.

Just as Amelia was about to say "I'll run naked after taking off", she felt it strange that Patrick was this calm. Why?

Maybe something stormy was about to burst out?

After gathering the hair on her cheeks, Amelia smile reluctantly and said, "I will return these clothes."

Amelia deliberately kept a distance from him, making Patrick even more angry.

She had no idea that he had been worried about her for a whole night and even couldn't sleep well.

If it weren't for the fact that Owen's leg injury had worsened, Patrick would probably have asked Owen to carry out a carpet-like search for her.

But he didn't expect that she would switch off the phone and not return home at night, but reported to work in the clothes bought by another man...

The more Patrick thought about it, the more his heart shrunk. When he thought that Amelia spent the whole night at Milton's house, his heart felt like to explode.

He couldn't stand it anymore, reaching out to grab Amelia's thin neck and nailed her to the wall behind and said eerily, "Amelia Ramsay, how can you be this calm when having an extramarital affair!"

Amelia was pinched so hard that her throat hurt. She pushed him hard as if the man in front of her was a devil.

It was not until a layer of black mist rose in front of Amelia's eyes and a sense of despair rose in her heart that Patrick withdrew his hand and pinched her delicate chin. Then his cold lips covered hers.

Amelia had just escaped, scared and had no strength to fight back, so he could do whatever he wanted.

After that, Patrick kissed her from her mouth, her cheek, to her neck, all the way to her collarbone. While kissing, he roared in a low voice, "Has he kissed you like this? Tell me!"

Amelia was almost driven mad by him. She bit her lower lip in humiliation and didn't want to reply to this man who had embarrassed her several times.

Amelia's silence ignited the violence in Patrick even more. He impulsively wanted to tear the clothes on her and occupy her, and let her cry out that she belonged to him.

Just as Patrick was about to turn his thoughts into reality, Amelia said weakly, "We haven't done

anything beyond morality."

Seeing that Patrick's face was full of doubts, she added helplessly and tiredly, "Believe it or not."

Patrick sneered and said, "I don't believe it. Of course I don't believe it."

After a long while, Amelia told the truth, "I got upset since you dined with Paisley last night, so I invited Lucy to have a drink in the bar. Later, I got drunk and Lucy called Milton to pick me. Then I slept alone in the guest room of his house for a night..."

"..." Patrick was speechless.

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While he was lost in thought, she pushed him away for two steps, put her trembling hands on the collar that was pulled away, and said with dignity, "Mr. Hopper, if there's nothing else, let me go back to my office."

At the moment when she turned around, a hint of self-deprecation appeared on the corner of Amelia's lips.

It was ridiculous. When she was at home waiting for him to dine, he was having dinner with another woman outside. When she gave up waiting, he just arrived at home. It seemed that they had never reached consensus.

At the sales department.

The health care product mentioned to Patrick was really targeted by her.

She spent the whole afternoon searching for the brand online and finally she got it. It had a beautiful name: Dreamland.

As for the reason for such a fantastic name, the purpose of the product was to activate the men in bed. After taking for a long period, a man could be stronger and bring a dream-like pleasure to woman.

After printing the composition table of the product, Amelia handed it to the Director of the Development Department. The Director said that although the composition was not as mysterious as described in the advertisements, it did no harm to human. Therefore, it was recommended to take for a long time.

Having been busy until the sunset, Amelia stretched herself, thinking about meeting with the manufacturer.

At this moment, the phone rang with an unexpected contact: Daniel Phillips.

"Why?" Amelia thought.

She frowned and wanted to cut it off, but on her thought, "Could it be that something wrong with George's health?"

In a panic, Amelia quickly picked it up.

It seemed that Daniel knew her thoughts very well. The first sentence was, "Available to talk about Dad?"

It was about George. Even if Amelia wasn't available, she would spare some time. She asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong with Dad?"

"He is fine, but the Apex isn't." Daniel sighed slightly and said, "We talk about it?"

Amelia's eyes turned cold and asked, "When and where?"

In the evening, Amelia walked out of the rotating door of the company's hall with her backpack, ready to meet with Daniel.

Suddenly, Patrick's car blocked her way. He rolled down the window and ordered expressionlessly, "Get in the car."

Amelia said, "No, I have something else to do."

She didn't feel like to tell Patrick about her schedule as whenever this man with a strong desire to control heard that she was going to see a man, regardless of the age, he would lose his temper.

Sometimes, when Patrick was capricious and even tried to mess up her plan, it was better for her to tell half of the truth.

Patrick's cheek was taut. If it weren't for the fact that other employees walked around, he would have gotten off the car to catch her. He insisted, "Get on the car."

At this time, a taxi slipped to Amelia. She whispered "Goodbye" to Patrick, stopped the taxi, and left without looking back.

Patrick was pissed off by her ignorance and the willingness to control her appeared as usual.

When he was about to turn to catch up, Patrick received a call from his mom, who requested him to pick her up immediately from the hospital.

Stared at the rearview mirror, afraid that Amelia would run away, Patrick said impatiently, "Mom, can't you ask the driver at home to pick you?"