Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 963

Her words sent Patrick into dead silence.

Upon seeing Patrick's expression darkened, Amelia, who was all this while watching their interaction, finally burst out laughing.

Her laughter immediately attracted stares from Patrick and Ashley.

Standing with arms akimbo, Ashley grumbled in annoyance, "Eh, aunty! Patrick and I are fighting now because of you! Not only you didn't stop the fight, you find it entertaining when watching us. You're such a culprit!"

Patrick, too, was staring at her with a ferocious expression. She guessed Patrick was trying to deliver the same message as Ashley.

Amelia could even tell his unspoken monologue. Surely he must be thinking that she was the last person to entitle to laugh since the commotion started because of her. He would not have to suffer from such humiliation had he not trying to speak for her.

Clearing her throat, Amelia put on a stern expression before she said, "Alright Ashley, I guess you already have enough fun, hadn't you? Patch up with your homework now. You have tons of time to be with your uncle tonight. You can take the chance to mend your relationship with your uncle that is now ruined because of me."

"Mm, this sounds much better." Ashley finally settled down from her restlessness in satisfaction.

At the sight of this, Patrick shot Amelia a disapproving glance and said sternly, "You're going to spoil her."

Undefeated, Amelia fired back, "You sound as if you had never pampered her."

The kid's room was separated by two settings at this moment. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

On one setting, Amelia and Andrew were sitting on the floor with legs crossed while playing chess.

Amelia used to play chess at her young age.

Back then, when Amelia was yet a grown-up, George had arranged a variety of extra-curricular classes for her.

However, none of them had successfully developed into her strength due to Amelia's rebellion against her father.

She used to think that it was because of George's change of identity and status that he had to cultivate her undiscovered talents. She was no more than someone who was connected to him by blood that was not supposed to bring him shame.

And it was all down to a matter of pride.

In order to always make him feel proud, Amelia became the one who suffered from his pride. There was no way possible that she was going to feel justified.

For instance, she was asked to present a speech in a foreign language or perform a talent whenever her house was having a guest.

She did not want to become a tool for her father to show off, not especially after the death of Petty Simmons.

"Auntie Amelia, it's your turn."

Amelia was so engaged in her thought that Andrew had to remind her.

"Yeah, sure!" Collecting herself from the thought, she made another move based on the scatted piece of memory that she could hardly recollect.

At the sight of this, Andrew spoke in a serious manner, "Amelia, why did you keep falling into my trap? Are you belittling me?"

Upon closer inspection of the tabulation of the pieces, Amelia realized that Andrew was right. She hurriedly said, "Can I redo it?"

Andrew said, "You will be offending the touch-move rule then." "Alright."

Amelia said, "It's your turn."

On his next move, Andrew captured the piece that Amelia had just moved.

"You're not going to let me win, are you?" Amelia sighed.

Upon deliberating, Andrew finally said, "Or we don't count it this time?"

Amelia could tell that Andrew himself was dejected at the idea of cheating during chess playing. But in order to not injure her feeling, he had brought himself to compromise his principle.

She was moved by his thoughtfulness. Meanwhile, she could not help feeling embarrassed. Even a kid knew that the touch-move rule was an absolute one to be complied with. As an adult, she could not have let the kid make such an exception for her even if this would mean that she was going to lose this match to him.

"I can restore the piece to the chess board." Andrew said again.

"Hold on." Amelia immediately stopped him before he put his words into action. She then said indifferently, "You sound certain of a fact that I'm going to lose without this piece! Oh come on, I'm

not that weak! Go ahead, kiddo."

Upon hearing this, Andrew's eyes sparkled with excitement. He was convinced that Amelia had not shown her full potential.

Hence during the following match, Andrew barely made any mistake in his move. Amelia was not sure how to describe her feeling at the moment.

Amelia could not help feeling regretful. She should have admitted that she was a weak player at the very beginning.

On the other end of the room.

Ashley was sitting restlessly on her chair while working on her mathematic questions.

Having both question paper and draft paper on the table, she worked through every solutions that she could think of yet she still got the answer wrong. The cold stare from Patrick all the time was akin to shooting from a machine gun which stressed her out.

"I don't want Patrick to help me with my homework anymore!" Ashley cried out to herself.

Not only had she not gained any advantage from him, she was being frightened by his ferocious gaze all the time.

"Why did you stop?"

Patrick questioned her as soon as Ashley went into a daze.

"No! No, I didn't."

Holding back her tears, Ashley began working on her draft paper again.

Patrick said faintly, "Wrong."

"Um... Where did I get it wrong this time?" Pausing, Ashley asked earnestly.

Snatching away her draft paper, it did not take long for Patrick to circle out her mistake.

Ashley pouted when she took back the draft paper. "This has nothing to do with me getting the wrong answer. It's just that this question will never have a correct answer itself!" She murmured to herself.

Patrick's gaze drifted in direction of Amelia from time to time while guiding Ashley to complete her homework.

He could not tell her expression as she was she was sitting with her back facing him. However, judging from Andrew's shy smile, it was not hard to tell that they were having a good time playing chess.

He wondered if any other people could make her happy except for him.

At this thought, Patrick unconsciously asserted force on the pencil that he was holding. As a result of this, the pencil that was yet to return to Ashley

immediately snapped into half.

Staring at the draft paper gloomily, Ashley felt panicked at the sight of this.

She wondered if she was being too slow in study that her uncle had to vent his anger through breaking her pencil.

At this moment, Ashley felt grateful towards Andrew's patience for her all this while.

Receiving the stare from Ashley, Patrick squinted at her and asked, "Why are you looking at me?"

Ashley swallowed a little nervously. She dared not to tell the truth that it was because of the pencil that he broke into half. Instead, she flattered him, "Because you are handsome!"

Upon hearing this, Patrick seemed to recover a little from his disappointment.

His gaze was no longer icy cold when he spoke again, "You should look at your questions."

Heaving a sigh of relief, Ashley replied. "Mm, will do."

Few moments later, there came the sound of door knocking.

"Eh, someone is knocking."

Glancing up, Andrew spoke to Amelia, who was racking brain on her next move.

"Uh?" Amelia was slow to process his words.

"Really. I think daddy is home already." Standing up, Andrew politely said to Amelia, "Aunt Amelia, please excuse me. I'm going to answer the door first. We shall resume after dinner."

"Sure." Amelia fell back into her thought after acknowledging Andrew's words.

If Andrew could tell the commotion outside the door while playing chess, she could not help wondering if she was indeed a terrible player, or that it was Andrew who was outstandingly talented.

"Perhaps both are the reasons." Frustrating, Amelia thought.

At the door.

Andrew was surprised when he saw the person standing in front of him upon opening the door. It turned out that it was not his father who was knocking, but Aunt Florence.