Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 982

No one knew Patrick's weaknesses better than Amelia.

This man categorized her as his property, whether good or bad, Patrick has to be in control of it.

When Patrick received the unexpected answer about the Eastern District project, he immediately felt that something was out of his control, and Amelia was the "thing"!

"Patrick, to tell you the truth, I didn't steal or rob. I legally applied through the official channels in the government office, and I didn't bribe anyone with money or with my body. So, you can put your bad thoughts back into your stomach."

Patrick could not help but be annoyed at Amelia's bluntness. He argued, "Can you stop being messing around? Speak nicely!"

He was really concerned about her, but the words uttered by her eloquent mouth only made Patrick want to choke her to death!

"Yes! I'm a woman! And it's a woman's right to be able to mess around, isn't it? Patrick, it seems that you don't know me after all?"

As she said that, Amelia leaned towards the side to open the door but realized that it was still locked. She could not help but turn to Patrick and said, "Open the door. Do you still want me to stay in your car and affect your mood?"

Amelia, who successfully got out of the car, slammed the door behind her and was about to leave. © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

All of a sudden, Patrick's strained voice sounded from the window as it rolled down, "Wait!"

"What?" Amelia's heart tightened considerably.

When she turned towards him, she noticed that a bag of things was thrown out of the window by Patrick.

Amelia reached out and caught it reflexively.

She looked down and realized that what Patrick threw out was the eye medicine the physician had prescribed to her. Amelia forgot to take it down with her because she was so anxious of getting down from the car.

Just as she caught the bag of medicine, she heard the sound of an engine starting. Amelia looked up and saw that Patrick had already turned his steering wheel and made a turn to leave.

Although she managed to piss him off as she wished, deep down in Amelia's heart, there was a kind of melancholy.

It was not that she did not want to hang out with him on purpose. It was just that Amelia wanted to avoid his questioning.

She had no choice but to irritate Patrick in this way so that he would drive her out of the car.

If she had allowed Patrick to ask all the way, not only would she be unable to refrain from telling him about Kaiden, but she would also be unable to keep Sawyer's involvement a secret.

Although she did not know what had happened between the Hoppers and Quartleys in the past, she did not want to be the victim of this conflict, let alone the Apex Construction Corporation!

At Nine o'clock at night.

After Amelia took a shower, she suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.

"Coming!" She tightened the belt of her bathrobe, slipped into her shoes and walked towards the door.

Gently turning the door handle, Amelia saw a tall man clad in a suit standing by the door the moment she opened it.

She asked as usual, "You're back?"

Patrick answered heavily, "Well, there was a dinner tonight, and I've drunk a lot of wine. My stomach feels a little sore now. Would you be willing to prepare a bowl of porridge for me?"

"Sure," Amelia could not help but agree.

As he walked down the stairs, she noticed that Patrick's body was shaking slightly. Startled, Amelia reached out to support him and questioned, "Patrick, are you alright?"

How much did this man drink? He could not even stand properly!

Patrick glanced at her. It was not easy for her to support him with her thin arms and shoulders. He could not help but push her hand away and muttered, "I don't need your help, I can walk on my own."

Amelia glared at him. "Don't try to be tough at this time, okay? You trembled at the top of the stairs just now. What if you accidentally tripped and fell?

If you are involved in any accident, some people might accuse me of pushing you down the stairs. I don't want to take the blame!"

As she spoke, she clutched onto his arm once again.

Patrick narrowed his eyes. "Some people? You're referring to mom, aren't you?"

Amelia rolled her eyes, "I didn't say that. Stop

accusing me!"

Patrick snorted, "Your eyes don't even look good in the first place. Yet you're rolling your eyes, who are you trying to scare?"

Amelia immediately realized that her eyes were still red.

She quickly averted her gaze and muttered incoherently, "You make it sound like your eyes are so beautiful, but they do too look as red as a rabbit's."

Patrick was speechless.

When they arrived at the dining table downstairs, Amelia breathlessly placed Patrick on his seat and was about to enter the kitchen.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a bag on the pristine table. Amelia could not help but ask, "What's that?"

"Porridge." Patrick answered and pulled the bag in front of him. His fingers flexibly untangled the knot and took out two containers. Casually, Patrick explained, "I saw someone setting up a stall on my way back, so I bought it."

Amelia did not understand and asked, "You already have porridge, then why did you ask me to prepare some for you?"

"I just wanted to test if you would agree to my request."

There was a smile of satisfaction in Patrick's eyes when he said that. He was undoubtedly satisfied with the result.

Amelia, on the other hand, had a feeling of being tricked. She waved her hand and was about to head upstairs.

Realizing that he had irritated her, Patrick timely persuaded Amelia to stay and coaxed, "Just think of it as me talking to you while being drunk, alright?"

Amelia knew that Patrick was trying to figure out a way around this embarrassing situation, so she turned around and answered perfunctorily, "Since you have already bought the porridge, then just eat it quickly. My eyes feel a little uncomfortable now, so I'll head back to my room to rest first."

It was at this time that Patrick pushed one of the porridge container towards Amelia and said softly, "Join me."

Amelia was afraid that once she stayed with him, he would continue to interrogate her about the Eastern District project, so she immediately refused, "I just had my fill..."

"Then just accompany me," Patrick added in a softer tone.

Not only that, but there was also a trace of exhaustion in his eyes and in his expression. It was really hard for Amelia to refuse.

She could not help but thought to herself, "Did he become so tired due to the issue regarding C- river?"

It must be!

As Owen previously mentioned, in order to deal with her conflict, Patrick had not only skipped work, but he had also ignored many phone calls. Perhaps the social engagement tonight was to appease those business partners who had been neglected.

Watching Amelia still standing at the same place whilst looking at him in a daze, Patrick's face darkened considerably, "If your eyes really don't feel good, then just go back to your room and rest."

Although he had said that, Patrick still tried to keep his calm. After all, they had argued during the day, and if they were to argue again at night, Patrick felt that his partially unconscious brain was going to heat up!

Amelia silently pulled out a chair and sat down.

She was brave enough to resist his compulsion, but the only thing she could never resist was his gentleness, even if it was for a moment.

Amelia glanced at the porridge in the container and asked faintly, "Only plain porridge?"

Patrick remembered something and took the bag back. He reached in and fished out a small bag of pickled radish.