Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 167

Hobart and Patrick looked at her at the same time.

"I..." Amelia opened her mouth. But the next second, she bent down uncomfortably.

"Are you okay?" Hobart asked nervously.

"I'm fine..." Amelia was so uncomfortable that she was about to cry, but she forced a smile and said. Patrick actually rubbed her injury while she was not paying attention!

"You'd say it after thinking about carefully." Patrick let go of Amelia's waist, as if he was not the one who bullied her.

Amelia had no choice but to say to Hobart apologetically, "I can't go with you... this time."

Hobart's face darkened. It was not because Amelia went back her word, but because Patrick was too possessive of Amelia.

"It doesn't matter." Feeling Patrick's arrogant gaze, Hobart stood up and said to Amelia, "Let's make an appointment next time."

Hearing this, Patrick's eyes turned a little unhappy.

"I'll leave now." Hobart continued.

"Let me see you off." Just as Amelia wanted to move, Patrick grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back.

He stared into her eyes and said like a considerate lover, 'Til see him off. Have a rest here."

Before Hobart left, he said to Amelia, "I bought you some flowers. I hope that you can recover as soon as possible."

Amelia looked at him with guilt and said, "Don't spend money for me anymore."

Hobart stared at her beautiful face and suddenly understood why Patrick was so possessive of her, "As long as you like it, I'm willing to send you flowers every day."

Patrick said mockingly beside him, "Mr. Smith, do you want to stay here and have dinner?"

Hobart shook his head, "Forget it."

Under Patrick's eyes, Hobart walked to the door, but he was not in a hurry to go out. Instead, he stopped and said, "Patrick."

Patrick smiled and said, "Why don't you call me Mr. Hopper?"

Hobart also smiled, "Because I'm sick of you."

Patrick nodded in agreement, "I think so, too.”

Hobart stopped smiling and said seriously, "What's the relationship between you and Amelia?"

Patrick and Amelia lived together. Could it be that Amelia was Patrick's mistress?

Patrick said playfully, "Why do you ask about this? Do you really like her?"

Hobart smiled but said nothing.

Patrick's eyes were gloomy. Everyone knew that Hobart doted on Maryanne so much. If Hobart really fell in love with Amelia, it wouldn't matter, because Maryanne would definitely be the first to object to him. There was even no need for Patrick to stop him.

"Hobart, you're always romantic in love. But if you really fall in love with her, it will be hard for you to forget her."

Hobart looked into Patrick's penetrating eyes and said, "You're the same with me."

Patrick was stunned for a moment. When he understood what Hobart meant, his face turned livid.

"Does Hobart mean that I'll fall in love with Amelia? This was probably the funniest joke I have ever heard in my life."

Patrick, who was full of confidence, saw Amelia put the roses into the vase when he turned around and entered the door.

She cared the flowers so much, but the flowers were sent by another man.

Patrick strode towards Amelia and picked up the vase as well as the roses, heading in the direction of the trash can.

"Hey, what are you doing?" In the blink of an eye, Patrick poured the roses into the trash can. Amelia said anxiously, "These flowers are mine!"

Patrick closed the lid and shook the vase in his hand to Amelia, "But this vase is mine. I don't want you to put your flowers into my vase. Can't I?"

Amelia was so angry that she couldn't say anything.

"Yeah, the entire house is yours. You provide me house to live and food to eat. Should I be grateful to you?" Amelia thought in her heart.

Seeing that she was so angry and unconvinced, Patrick lay on the sofa and begun to watch TV leisurely.

The more you coaxed a woman, the more willful she was. He didn't want to coax her at all.

Amelia was no more angry soon. Patrick would only treat someone as a treasure when he doted on her. But she was insignificant in his heart, so she was not qualified to lose her temper.

She walked to him and kicked his foot on the sofa, saying, "Put your foot down. I want to watch TV, too."

Patrick lazily raised his head and said, "Do you like to watch football games?"

Amelia glanced at the TV screen, only to see a group of sweating men chasing after a small ball. It was not attractive at all!

"I don't like it... I'd like to watch TV series." She told the truth.

Patrick sat up straight and said despicably, "If you beg me, maybe I will let you watch it." Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Amelia gritted her teeth and said, "Don't you want to go to the hospital to see Cynthia? Why haven't you left yet?"

Patrick said, "No, I'll guard you at home."

Amelia said so angrily, "Are you a guard dog? Why do you want to guard me?"

To her surprise, Patrick was not angry, "If I'm not here, I'm afraid you'll cheat on me."

Amelia grabbed her hair and restrained the urge to shout. Finally, she walked to the second floor angrily because she wanted to stay away from Patrick.

The doorbell rang again. Patrick, who was leaning against the sofa, said to Amelia lazily, "You're so lively now. I think you're almost recovered. Open the door."

Ten minutes later.

After giving Amelia an injection and checking on her injury, Paisley went downstairs and said to Patrick, "Your wife's waist injury has basically recovered. I won't come here tomorrow. If there is any problem, you can call me."

Patrick let out a sigh of relief.

Seeing that Patrick was no more worried and slowly became relieved, Paisley hesitated and said, "You..."

Patrick glanced at her and asked, "Is there any problem?"

Paisley looked away and said, "Do you know where your wife went yesterday?"

Patrick said without thinking, "Even if she ran to the ends of the earth, she is still under my control."

Hearing that, Paisley laughed out loud.

When she met Amelia and another man by accident, she was indignant on behalf of Patrick.

At this moment, she finally understood that Patrick was a very smart man, and her worries were completely unnecessary.

In the Smith family.

In a bedroom of pink walls, Maryanne heavily pushed the dessert served by the maid to the ground and yelled, "I eat the same food every day!

I'm so tired of it! Change it for me right now!" "I will immediately order the chief to make another ones. Please don't be angry." The maid knelt on the ground and said cautiously while cleaning up the floor.

Maryanne glared at the maid arrogantly and said, "D*mn it! You say this to satisfy me all day! If I can't eat what I like this time, I'll kick you out of my house!"