Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 953

Despite knowing that Amelia could be serious when it came to this, Patrick was surprised by the extent that she went.

By dividing the dishes to different ends of the table and drawing an invisible line in between the pit, she had impliedly told the outsiders that both of them were strangers who were forced to share a table.

Had he gone and touched the plates on her side, most probably she would make use of the fact that he would only take meat to tease him.

Having this in mind, Patrick thought vindictively, "I will never ever let this woman have the chance of firing me back! There's no chance for her to dream about it!"

He threw a piece of chicken breast into the barbeque pit expressionlessly. However, his excessive force had resulted in the chicken breast falling onto the cuttlefish that Amelia was grilling.

Even if Amelia had remained silent upon seeing this, judging from her brows which were raised up high, Patrick could tell that his chicken had exceeded the boundary that Amelia had drawn for the pit.

Speaking of the line she drew, Patrick did not feel like he was obliged to follow. He may use the entire barbeque pit as he wished.

"I dare you to bite me!" Even if Patrick had not said it out loud, his gaze had no doubt challenged her into taking further action against him.

Amelia was not going to let him get away from this easily. With the help of chopsticks, she flicked the chicken breast to another side of the pit.

"Are you serious in making a fuss at me, woman?! What the hell is wrong with you?" thought Patrick. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Amelia was unbothered of his anger. She continued to flip her grilled cuttlefish from time to time leisurely.

As for Patrick, his chicken was lying alone at the other end of the barbeque pit. Not only did it look peculiar next to the cuttlefish scattering around, the one side lying on the pit got burnt within a short period of time.

Upon realizing where did the burned smell come from, Patrick had no other choice but to throw it into the rubbish bin again.

Consequently, Patrick had eaten nothing so far ever since he came in. As for Amelia, she had already begun to pick up the grilled cuttlefish from the barbeque pit and place them into her bowl.

Seeing that each piece of cuttlefish had been

gradually shifted from the pit to her bowl, Patrick was tempted to have a taste of it.

He wondered why her food looked extraordinarily scrumptious.

Patrick could not help staring at the content of her bowl. His stare was desperate yet vicious. Amelia had immediately thought of the two German Shephards of The Ramsay Family.

They always stared at the security guard this way whenever it came to time that they were supposed to be fed.

It was hard for the security guard to tell from their stare that whether they were begging or threatening for food. Similarly, Amelia thought of Patrick the same way too.

However, Patrick would never beg for anything. Hence, she could only assume that he was threatening her into sharing her food with him.

At this thought, Amelia could no longer feel pity for him. She continued to pick up the grilled cuttlefish from the barbeque pit.

Besides, there were tons of meat on the side of table that Patrick was occupying. He did not have any reason to ask for her food.

Feeling that her action was wholly justifiable, she placed the last piece of cuttlefish into her bowl before she put it down. Followingly, she turned to look at the row of containers filled with a variety of sauces.

It was a tough decision to make as to which sauce to be picked. Eventually, she had picked the signature homemade sauce of this restaurant.

Scooping some to garnish the cuttlefish, she started indulging herself with it.

Patrick wondered if Amelia had taken him invisible.

Patrick who was paying close attention to Amelia all this while could not help having this thought to himself.

And that this thought had driven him aggressive.

He took the plate full of chicken breast and began putting them all into the barbeque pit.

The barbeque pit in a barbeque restaurant was normally small. After all, people came here for the barbeque experience and atmosphere. Hence, there were not many areas left after Patrick had placed a full plate of chicken on it.

At the sight of his savage action, Amelia could not help frowning. Thinking that his chicken would be done barbequing by the time she finished everything in her plate, she had soon recovered from this irritated feeling.

Therefore, she continued to enjoy every single bite of her food as if she had not seen what Patrick had done.

After all, the cuttlefish deserved the name as the signature dish of this restaurant. Unlike those which Amelia had had before in other restaurants, the cuttlefish here was extremely juicy and fresh.

Amelia was so engaged in eating that she had no time to bother Patrick.

As a result of placing too many chicken at once, it seemed as if the chicken had overflowed from the barbeque pit.

Meanwhile, the chicken could not be cooked adequately. Some were already cooked one-sidedly while some of them were not even put onto the pit properly.

Patrick could not help cursing in his heart. This was no doubt it was the most disastrous meal he ever had in his life.

It was right at this moment that someone spoke, "Sir, may I help you?"

It turned out that the waitress standing by could no longer remain silence with the mess he made. That was why she stood forward to offer help for him.

Patrick thought that it would be wise for him to hand over the unused tongs to the waitress before he lost his temper completely.

Taking the tongs from him, the waitress first took out the uncooked chicken from the border of the barbeque pit and put them back onto the plate. Then, she began to adjust the position of the

remaining chicken on the pit.

It did not take long for her to clean the mess that Patrick had created. The chicken on the barbeque pit looked more tempting.

Even Amelia who had already filled her stomach could not help glancing at the chicken.

It was this glance that allowed Patrick to take the opportunity and sneer at her.

Amelia immediately fell back to her expressionless face. After all, he was just someone who could not even get the chicken barbequed properly. There was no reason for him to be snobby.

It was the waitress's assistance that the chicken could finally lay on the barbeque pit in order.

A few moments later.

The waitress picked up the cooked chicken and distributed them to Patrick and Amelia respectively. Patrick had accepted her help, open-hearted.

When it came to Amelia's turn, the waitress heard her speaking politely, "I don't eat this. Thank you."

Initially, Patrick was going to impliedly consent to her sharing the portion of chicken even without her asking. However, he had not expected that she was going to be this stubborn by refusing to eat. He was soon overwhelmed with frustration.

He immediately told the waitress who was still having chicken picked up in her tongs, "Yeah! She is on a diet now, that's why she is not going to eat anything. You can give them all to me!"

"Yes, sir!" The waitress replied warily.

She could not help thinking that this man was frightful due to his unpredictable mood despite the fact that she had to admit he was good-looking.

In comparison, the female customer sitting across the table was much more approachable. At least she had thanked her for her attempt to serve her.

Taking the opportunity that the waitress had emptied the barbeque pit, Amelia hurriedly laid the cod fish slices down onto the pit accordingly.

It was expected that she had put them in the same location where she barbequed the cuttlefish. She would not behave savagely like what Patrick had done.

After putting all the chicken onto Patrick's bowl, the waitress turned around to serve Amelia, "Miss, please allow me to help."

"There's no need. I'm fine on my own." Amelia was not meant to be courteous when she turned down her help. It was simply because she felt sympathetic towards this poor girl who was already forced to serve the bossy man in front of her.

Patrick flipped the chicken in his bowl absentmindedly. His attention was drawn to Amelia's fair and slender hand which was barbequing her fish. He began to crave for the taste of her hand.

Under the pressure of Patrick's intense gaze, Amelia struggled to pick up the cod fish slice from the serving plate.