Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 222

Holding hands on her cheek, Doris was still imagining how good it would feel to be pampered by Eve: "If I could marry Patrick, I'd be so happy!"

Amelia felt pity for her.

In the evening, in the president's office.

Patrick picked up his suit jacket and walked out of the office, heading home. But he got an impromptu call from Cynthia's caregiver saying that Cynthia has been thinking about seeing him since she woke up.

He had no choice but to change his schedule temporarily.

On the other side, Cynthia stared at the phone in the caregiver's hand and mentally asked, "How's it going? Is he coming?"

The caregiver smiled, "As soon as Mr. Hopper heard you were awake, he promised to come right over."

"Great!" Cynthia put away the nervousness and was ready to get up from the bed.

The caregiver said nervously. "What do you want? I'll help you."

Cynthia smiled very brightly. "Well, you go to the bathroom and bring me my foundation. Look at my pale face, Patrick must be worried again when he sees it."

The caregiver nodded to get it and wondered, how did Cynthia become so active today when she couldn't even get out of bed yesterday with a stomach ache?

Could it be because Patrick had promised to visit her?

After handing the foundation to Cynthia, the caregiver was assigned to Cynthia to do something else, "Go and help me find a book."

"Book?" The caregiver was puzzled. "It takes a lot of concentration to read. You're not well yet, I think you need rest even more."

As Cynthia applied her foundation, not sparing every rough pore, she said, "Come on, I'm dying of boredom in the hospital every day, so just find me a book to read to pass the time."

"Alright." The nurse said awkwardly, "Then I'll go ask those doctors and nurses if they have any books for you to read."

"Thank you!" Cynthia was satisfied with that, and when the caregiver left the house, she casually turned on the TV, her eyes, which had been lacking energy, immediately became animated as she saw what was on.

Then she got a gossip that an intimate photo of a Roxxon employee and big star Shawn!

At this moment, Cynthia really felt that she was blessed!

Regardless of how Amelia got involved with a celebrity, there's no way The Hopper Family didn't know about it just because it was big news!

She reckoned Eve, who had the most regard for the family's honor, had by now scolded Amelia to death!

And with the "bullying" that happened to her yesterday, Patrick's dislike of Amelia was sure to increase!

When Cynthia secretly pleased with herself, the caregiver returned and brought a large number of professional books, what she brought are almost all about medical diagnosis, Cynthia said

helplessly and agonizingly, "Why you got these books for me? There's no one I can read."

The caregiver flipped the pile of books up and down, "Miss Poetry, don't worry, let's find out if there are any other types," after a pause, the caregiver cherished a book and sent it to her, "How about it?"

Cynthia gazed at it, it was a world-famous book, "Fine, I'll read it. You go outside and guard it now. As soon as you see Patrick in the hallway, you have to report it to me right away. Do you understand?"

The guard took the initiative and said, "I see."

After the caregiver left the ward, Cynthia immediately threw away the books in her hand and continued to watch TV. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

A sound of footsteps.

The rushing sound of running indicated that someone was coming. Cynthia lifted her eyes and saw that it was indeed the caregiver who was coming in.

She ran out of breath and said, "Cynthia, he... he's here!"

Cynthia cheered up, turned off the TV, and adjust her position with the world- famous book that was falling off the bed. Her eyes were slightly downcast and she looked serene.

Patrick entered the ward from the corridor, saw a different side of Cynthia than usual, and smiled happily. Because Cynthia would be going abroad for further studies in a little while, and it was good to be willing to read a book for her now.

Cynthia probably didn't expect that in Patrick's view, the elegant image she deliberately created was actually so normal that she didn't get the effect she wanted at all.

The caregiver then softly warned, "Cynthia! Mr. Hopper is here to visit you."

Cynthia reacted as if she had just realized he was coming, lifted her frightened eyes and whispered, "Patrick, when did you get here?"

"Just now." Patrick put down his briefcase and suit jacket, his hand bandaged with gauze was raised and then put down, which was a little unnatural. "What are you reading?"

Cynthia displayed the famous book in passing as if she was used to it, "Nothing, just a casual read."

Her insides were expecting Patrick to compliment her on being studious, but she heard, "Oh, it's this one, my middle school reading. It's easy to understand."

Cynthia's expectations gone, middle school reads? She was trying to show that she was knowledgeable, but now it seems that she's completely misrepresented.

She angrily closed the book and then forcefully threw it to the bedside table beside her. She didn't want to see it anymore.

Seeing that Patrick was still standing there, Cynthia grumbled to the caregiver. "Hey, why did you stand there? Take a chair for Patrick!"

The caregiver hurriedly moved a chair for Patrick, "Mr. Hopper, please have a seat."

When Patrick sat down, Cynthia impatiently instructed the caregiver, "Okay, you can leave now!"

This caregiver was so insensitive, picking out the books for her that weren't good at all, causing her to be despised for her intelligence by Patrick, so Cynthia didn't want to see her for a second!

After the caregiver was inexplicably called away, Patrick subconsciously observed Cynthia's face and frowned, "Are you wearing makeup?"

"What?" Cynthia was even more surprised than Patrick. "I didn't. Why do you ask that?"

Patrick was silent. Cynthia's skin was slightly rough compared to the average girl's. In addition, her body was not good now and she was lack of nursing. After the cheap foundation was dried, some small particles floated up. He could tell that she had made up at first glance.

Cynthia looked a little guilty by Patrick and said petulantly, "Well, I did wear makeup, but only a layer of foundation. You know, I usually look like I'm dying and ugly when I see you, I'm back in shape now, so I made up to refresh my impression to you."

Patrick nodded with less concern, "Looks like you're recovering well."

"Yes." Cynthia said softly.

Patrick changed the topic and asked, "Does your stomach still hurt?"

The smile on Cynthia's face froze, she felt that his words seemed to have a different meaning, but she still said calmly, "It doesn't hurt anymore. Thank you for your concern."