Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 774

After that, Patrick cast a gloomy glance at Amelia, beating himself up deep down for exposing such a humiliating side of him to her.

Upon noticing Patrick's expression alternating pale, Amelia felt considerably guilty.

Because she was suddenly reminded that she was so busy with her company affairs these days that she was giving less attention to Patrick.

With such a thought in mind, Amelia asked softly, "Did you have a nosebleed because of the excessive pressure from work?"

Patrick gave her a sidelong glare, and there was a hint of reproach in his eyes when he replied, "The pressure from work has always been high for me!"

Amelia shrank slightly away from his stare and added, "Then... Is it because of the excessive nutrition?"

To which Patrick responded confidently, "I have no trouble absorbing nutrients!"

Amelia thought for a moment before mumbling dejectedly, "Well, then... I don't know what's the reason..."

Patrick's face darkened. "Did she not know how to take a look at herself?" wondered Patrick.

It was because he had not shown her his love for so long that he had a nosebleed just from watching her censored figure alone!

Having her hair standing on ends from the bitterness in his gaze, Amelia finally decided to pull herself away from the situation. "Oh... I just remembered... I have to go back to my room to change. Bye!"

It was fine if she had not mentioned changing her clothes. As soon as she brought it up, Patrick's eyes spun out of his control and drifted to her white shirt.

Fortunately, while Amelia was talking, she had turned around, leaving him with a flat backview. Otherwise, Patrick would have met his demise right here tonight.

When the door was closed, Patrick let out a heavy sigh of relief and looked at his hands and cuffs... What a mess!

He frowned. It seemed that he had to take a bath as Amelia did before leaving.

In the secondary bedroom.

After taking off Patrick's trousers and shirt, Amelia changed into an elegant, emerald long dress and hurried out of the room.

As soon she arrived downstairs, Amelia was stopped by the restless Scarlett, who asked her, "How was it?"

"Nothing much."

That was what Amelia felt deep down.

But in the face of Scarlett's expectant look, she resorted in saying, "Don't worry, the problem is solved!"

"Really?" Scarlett resisted the urge to hug Amelia and jump up and down in circles. Her excitement was peeking through when she continued, "Ms. Amelia, thank you so much! I knew only you could convince Mr. Hopper!"

Amelia was a little guilty by her praises, so she quickly changed the subject and said, "Oh yea, Patrick had a nosebleed out of nowhere. I don't know what happened either. Can you take a look at him later?"

"Sure! No problem!" Scarlett nodded repeatedly. No matter what Amelia requested of her at this moment, she was bound to agree to her favors.

Amelia then looked in the direction of the kitchen and asked Scarlett, "Did you express my gratitude to Huxton as I asked you to?"

Amelia had chosen to do it with Scarlett's help because she felt that Huxton did not want to talk to her at the moment, so she did not want to bring

contempt upon herself.

Scarlett went frozen for a moment before uttering to Amelia with a reddened face, "Uh, I forgot! I was worked up with waiting for your good news."

Amelia shook her head to indicate that it was fine, then said, "I'll tell him myself."

"Okay!" Scarlett did not mind at all for Amelia and Huxton to be alone with each other.

In the kitchen.

Before she got close, waves of the aroma of the dinner had wafted towards her. All of her sudden, she was starving, and right away, her stomach grumbled. Huxton heard her and halted his movement from the middle of stirring the pot of soup.

Amelia's face flushed red in an instant. After she managed to calm down, she asked him, "Hey, are you busy?"

"Madam, you're asking the obvious," replied Huxton coldly after a moment of pause.

Seeing Huxton was continuing his cooking without looking back at her, Amelia was even more certain that Huxton was still angry with her.

Putting her hands behind her back, Amelia then asked with furrowed brows, "Huxton, are you mad at me for going out with Kaiden for so long that Patrick got worried and caused him to put you in punishment?"

"Yes."

Amelia was surprised at his frankness, but at the same time, she felt even worse than before. "Kaiden and I went out for business matters. So I wouldn't have blamed you even if you gave an honest report to Patrick. He wouldn't have punished you then." Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Honest report?" After processing the two words in his mind, Huxton asked in a low voice, "Madam, do you wish me to tell sir that you're pregnant with Kaiden's child?"

The smile on Amelia's face stiffened.

"Or do you want me to tell sir that you had gone to the Streams Villa on your own and even donated your blood to the son of the owner of the villa?" Huxton continued.

A sharp pain impaled his heart from his outrage.

"Madam, if you're still this clueless about everything, I'll tell sir the truth next time!"

Huxton turned around to face her as he spoke. His expression was extremely stern, but the flowery pink apron on him looked a little funny at the moment.

Though Amelia knew she should not do it, she still let out a burst of soft laughter, breaking the dull atmosphere in an instant.

Huxton was a little dejected and crestfallen when he realized the reason for Amelia's bemusement. This was Scarlett's apron, and he had put it on without thinking much about it, but that did not mean he had some strange interest.

After Amelia recovered from her intense laughter, she then said while struggling to catch her breath, "Actually, this apron suits you quite well. It kind of gives you a contrasting cuteness!"

Huxton's gaze silently fell onto the knives on the cutting board.

Catching his stare, Amelia panicked. She then smiled and said, "I was just kidding, don't take it to heart! I'm actually curious about something. You were always ruthless when you snitched on me, so why were you so kind this time?"

Huxton pursed his lips. His tone was sombre and grim when he replied, "That's because that Quartley guy..."

"Amelia, come here!"

Amelia whipped her head subconsciously towards the source of the voice and found Patrick standing not far away from her, looking daggers at her and Huxton.

Amelia responded with a faint 'Oh' and walked over obediently.

Before she could approach closer to him, Patrick stretched out an arm and pulled her to his side. He then shot a warning look at her before turning his sharp eyes to glare at Huxton.

Huxton lowered his head as if he was dodging from his gaze. But he also looked like he was silently apologizing.

Amelia was worried that Patrick would cause some trouble again, so she intercepted, "Didn't your mom ask us to go over to her quickly? We better hurry up and go then!"

Patrick looked away and said, "This won't happen again." Then, he held Amelia's hand and left.

When Amelia turned around, a slight crease formed between her brows. What was Huxton trying to tell her just now?

Because they were in a rush, Amelia and Patrick did not stay at Land of Fragrance for dinner.

Amelia regretted it for Huxton's cooking was much better than Patrick's. And when she recalled of what happened between Huxton and Scarlett, she could not help but be envious of them.