Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 261

Amelia immediately reacted and carefully removed the self- consciously expensive coverall from the bag, but Eve scowled in disgust, "Please use a little discretion when picking out my clothes, this color looks like I'm going to a funeral!"

Amelia's hand shook and she said in a bit of a panic, "I didn't mean it like that. I saw that you usually wear plainer clothes, so I bought a plain white one, thinking you'd like it."

Patrick was worried that Amelia would be accused again, so he helped her out of her predicament, "I think this dress suits you quite well, demure and elegant."

Amelia couldn't help but hide a smile as Patrick's words instantly brought her energy back.

But Eve thought she's being provocative.

Eve wanted Amelia to understand that even if Patrick was on Amelia's side, she was the one with the most authority in their house!

"This dress is the inferior of silk dresses both in color and texture. I'll be made fun of by my friends if I wear it. If you don't want to pay me for a nice dress just come clean with me. You don't need to buy such an inferior dress to trouble me"

Amelia felt terrible when Eve belittled the set dress she bought. Luckily, the store allowed returns and she relented, saying, "I'll take this dress back this afternoon...."

"Do it now instead of the afternoon." Eve interrupted her leisurely, she didn't understand the painstaking work of Amelia.

Amelia nodded stiffly, and to make sure that the clothes she bought would please Eve, she asked, "Why don't you come with me, you have a good eye and I'm sure you can pick out the clothes you want."

Eve snorted and looked at her like she was an idiot, "You want me to go out in these pajamas? Are you crazy?"

Amelia stopped talking and silently walked away with the newly purchased set of dresses, changing into her shoes.

Eve had been making things difficult for Amelia, and Patrick, who witnessed the whole process from the sidelines, couldn't bear it either. Eve's clothes always cost tens of thousands of dollars, many of which were custom- made by famous foreign designers and then flown in, so, no matter what Amelia bought, it was impossible to satisfy Eve.

After a moment's thought, Patrick took out his phone and sent a text message to Amelia.

Before Amelia returned home after a hard day's work, Eve had made up many reasons to give her a hard time. However, when Amelia took out the clothes, Eve's demeanor changed and she was amazed.

Amelia smiled as she showed the dress and introduced it, "Don't you think this is a good one? It would have looked even better with a little shawl."

Eve calmed herself and then said, "Did you get these clothes from my closet?" "Yeah." Amelia laughed heartily, thanks to Patrick's reminder that instead of aimlessly shopping for clothes, she should go to The Hopper Family and ask the maid to pick up a few of her outfits from Eve's wardrobe.

Eve didn't know what to say when confronted with a costume she had spent a fortune on, and she would never criticize her own clothes for being bad.

"Amelia, you, you're obviously taking advantage of me!"

Amelia was speechless.

Patrick then said, "Mom, didn't you have a friend over to the house? It's almost time, so you quickly change your clothes, and Amelia and I will go to the kitchen to help prepare some fruit." Then Patrick turned around and looked to Amelia.

"Yes!" Amelia was so nervous. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Patrick said, "Follow me."

Amelia followed him nicely, and even though they fought a lot, Patrick helped her when the time was right!

Eve huffed angrily as she watched them leave the living room like they were fleeing.

In the kitchen, Amelia stood in front of Patrick and said gratefully, "I'm glad you had a plan, or I really wouldn't have known what to do."

Patrick looked askance at her, her thanking him warmed him up, but he continued to belittle her, "You are so stupid!"

Amelia said gloomily. "Yeah, you're the smartest one! You're narcissistic!"

"What did you say?" Patrick narrowed his eyes.

Then Amelia was knowingly keeping her mouth shut, pulled a fruit knife from the knife rack, and sliced up the apple.

"You can't do it like this." Patrick suddenly said.

"What do you mean?" Amelia tilted his head and looked at him confusedly.

Patrick replied indifferently, "You haven't lived in The Hopper Family for a long time. Maybe you don't know my mother's habits. When she eats fruit, she must peel the skin cleanly first and then cut

it into even pieces. If you can sculpt flowers, it will be better. In the end, they will be placed on the plate."

"What? So picky" Amelia put down the knife in surprise. "I don't know how to carve flowers. Can you do it?"

Patrick raised his eyebrows and looking Amelia as if she was dumb.

"Well, how can it be possible for you who come from a rich family?" Amelia lowered her head dejectedly.

Patrick had fallen in love with the pleasure of deceiving her, especially since she had no choice but to call on him for help. "But today is a special day, I'm here in the kitchen to help you, and my mother won't blame us no matter what you do to the apple."

Amelia regained her joy: "You should have told me earlier!"

Ding-dong!

Amelia stopped peeling the fruit and said to Patrick, "The guests are here!"

Patrick said understandingly, "It's okay, it's all my mom's friends. Let her open the door for them, we'll mind our own business."

Amelia nodded and then began to get busy again.

On the other hand, two of Eve's friends, after admiring Patrick's residence, praised, "It's a great place indeed!"

One of her friends took Eve's hand and asked, "it's expensive for such a nice house, isn't it?"

Eve had changed back into her clothes and regaining her usual elegance, said, "I didn't ask the exact price, but money may not be available for a house in this location now."

"No wonder your family is the richest family in Northville!"

"Yeah, your two sons are the best. I'm jealous of you!"

Listening to the words of her friends, Eve proudly raised her chin, as if she was standing at the top of the world.

"By the way, we've all met your eldest son's wife. She's gentle, virtuous, obedient and well-behaved. By the way, has your second son had a girlfriend yet? When are you going to arrange a marriage for him?"