Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 212

Amelia tilted her head up to meet his gentle gaze, which pained her. These were all fake, right?

His tenderness, his dependence as well as his soft words are all lies!

Amelia reached out and blocked his eyes as she said painfully, "Don't look at me like that anymore!"

He obviously loved and missed someone else, so why was he still looking at her with such soulful eyes?

Patrick frowned and didn't immediately go to remove Amelia's hand, just asked, "What's wrong with you?"

At an angle he couldn't see, Amelia hurriedly rubbed her teary eyes a few times. It's strange that her tear ducts seemed to be getting more developed lately...

"Nothing." Amelia pulled his arm away and sat up from the couch, she then slowly lowered the hand that was over his eyes and said with her back to him, "You're going to catch a cold sleeping in here. You should go back to your room."

"What about you?" Patrick was a little reluctant to leave this warm and cozy "cuddle".

Amelia said without looking back, "I still have to cook and shower. Go back to your room and rest first, and I'll be with you later..."

Amelia's attitude in the latter half of the sentence seemed somewhat perfunctory.

"I'll wait here for you, and I'll come upstairs whenever you come up." Patrick laid in the couch a little mischievously, like he was certain that Amelia would give in to his caprice.

Amelia turned back abruptly, her expression indifferent, and said, "Then you'll just have to wait here the whole time!"

Patrick was startled by the words, and she quickly made her way to the kitchen

Patrick finally sensed that something was wrong with Amelia and stood up, asking after her, "What do you mean?"

She didn't turn around to answer him.

Patrick was so angry that he swept the bottle off the coffee table, and no matter what he did, Amelia still ignored him.

Patrick didn't want to please Amelia. He left Land of Fragrance after he trashed the living room.

Bang—

The sound of the door being slammed shut was deafening. Amelia was far away in the kitchen but heard it nonetheless.

Then, carelessly, her knuckles were cut by a kitchen knife, and she numbly washed her bleeding fingers under the faucet, feeling suddenly alone enough to drown in the current.

The next morning.

Amelia hadn't slept all night, so she was up early and walked up the spiral staircase in her nightgown, finally stopping at the living room door.

She checked the shoe closet and there were no Patrick shoes on it, proving he hadn't been home last night.

Amelia held her forehead helplessly, Patrick was an adult and should be able to take care of himself.

After so much self- congratulation, she took the vacuum cleaner out of the storage room and set about cleaning up the messy living room.

During the cleaning, Amelia turned on the TV to listen to the morning news, and a message broadcast by the host caught her attention.

Oh gosh, it turned out that the man who attacked her that night was the same rapist who has been giving all the cops in Northville a headache lately?

Amelia looked at the face in prison, he was refined and even a little feminine. The first words out of his mouth when he was interviewed by a female reporter were, "You're beautiful. You look like an easy woman."

Eventually, a different male reporter had to go in so the interview could continue.

"My wife always said I was not manly and even called me a sissy. One night I came back from a business trip and found her hiding men in the house. When she saw me she not only didn't admit her mistake but also encouraged the adulterers to knock me out. When I woke up I found that they had taken all the valuables of the house."

Later, he became more and more frantic, and he relied on constant disguise, appearing in all sorts of situations, and whenever he saw a young, beautiful, alone beauty out, he would try to approach the person and look for a chance to reach his desire.

"In a short while, he'll pay for what he's done." The host added a final comment and the morning news ended.

Amelia's fingers gently cupped her chest, she can feel her heart racing, how glad she was to be alive!

Then her phone, resting on the coffee table, vibrated with a text from Milton, "Shawn's skipped the hospital again!"

From the message, Amelia experienced Milton's nervousness and called Paisley, who sleepily says that Shawn's agent obligingly took Shawn away yesterday and disliked the hospital's treatment. Finally, he asked, "Something happen to Shawn?"

Not wanting to worry him, Amelia smiled and said, "Nothing happens. You should go back to sleep."

After hanging up the phone, Amelia had a quick breakfast and got dressed before heading to the office.

On the way, her phone screen lit up with an incoming call from "Patrick".

It was so rare that Patrick would reach out to her. She'd thought he didn't want to see her again after last night's argument.

There was a red light ahead. Amelia braked, immediately picked up her cell phone, and said "Mr. Hooper" in a warm, mellow voice.

"I'm with Cynthia now. come get me back."."

However, his words froze the smile that had just blossomed on Amelia's face.

As she didn't respond, Patrick's deep voice became even lower, "Amelia? Are you listening?"

It took her a long time to respond, and she asked stiffly, "Why are you at her place?"

Amelia immediately regretted asking the question. Cynthia was at the hospital, so Patrick must have gone to stay with her. Wasn't Amelia humiliating herself by asking it?

Sure enough, Patrick replied, "I came to see how she was doing."

Amelia said patiently, "Yes? So what do you need me to do for you? Don't you have a car yourself?"

Patrick spoke in a neutral tone, "I was driving drunk last night and my car was impounded by the police. Aren't you going to work? You can go by and give me a ride-along." Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Amelia frowned. That was quite a natural thing for him to say!

Normally, she would have absolutely refused without hesitation, but thinking that his arm was hurt for her, she didn't refuse, "I'll be there in a moment."

After making this call, Patrick dropped by to put the phone back into his suit jacket.

He then walked out of the bathroom and turned to meet Cynthia's jeweled eyes gazing at him as he asked, "You just woke up?"

Cynthia struggled to sit up and asked weakly, "Patrick, why did you come to see me so early today?"

Patrick thought about how distracted he'd been by Sissi and Amelia's affair last night. When he came out of the house, he went straight to the bar and drank many glasses of strong whiskey, but it couldn't counteract his worries.