Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 834

Paisley called Amelia in confusion and frustration. As a result, Amelia told her that she had a client to attend to and could not leave at this instance.

Paisley was let down by her answer then asked around what time would she come back.

Amelia only replied, "I'll let you know."

How vague!

Paisley's eyes glared wide opened and almost blurted out her thoughts.

Therefore, she had no choice but to use the luring trick on Amelia. "You may not know this yet, but your husband's condition is severe. Do you know that he has even started to speak gibberish?"

"Just increase the dose you give him." After speaking, Amelia ended the call without giving Paisley a chance to speak.

When Paisley entered Patrick's master bedroom for the third time for the day, she found that he was getting impatient and restless. Seeing that he seemed to have the urge to tear the IV needle from the back of his hand, Paisley rushed forward and stopped him from harming himself. "If you pull out the needle like this, the blood won't stop flowing!"

Patrick returned a cold stare at her. "Where is she?" Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Paisley paused for a second. There, she confessed, slightly awkwardly, "I called her. She said she has to meet one of her clients out of the blue, so she can't rush over that quickly. She also asked me to take good care of you."

She added the latter half of the sentence hoping it would make Patrick feel better.

However, Patrick spat bitterly, "Who's she trying to fool!"

Paisley dipped her head. In fact, that was what was on her mind too.

"Unplug me from the drip. I don't want it anymore!" Patrick ordered, sweeping his gaze across Paisley.

Paisley knew he was using his health in a fit of pique with Amelia. However, as his friend and doctor, she could not agree with such a risky approach.

"No way! If you don't get plugged into the IV, your fever won't recover. And when you actually fry your brain and turn it into an idiot, your wife will look down on you even more!"

"If you don't unplug it, I'll do it myself!" Patrick's eyes were bloodshot, and every word that came out from his mouth seemed cold and gloomy.

"Why are you doing this!" Paisley could not bear it any longer and shouted at him, "Don't you realise that she doesn't want to see you at all? She'll only rush back for your funeral if you die from your fever! Otherwise, no matter how much you torture yourself, she won't spare a glance at you! If I were you, I would hurry to get well and then personally catch her back!"

Patrick refuted icily, "What do you know? Our relationship is not as simple as you said."

He had already violated and triggered something in Amelia when he drove Huxton away. If he took her back by force again, she would definitely hate him to the core!

The only thing he could grab at this moment seemed to be her soft spot. He did not even hesitate to let his fever fluctuate just so Amelia would come back and take a look at him!

But at this moment, she was more willing to spend time with her imaginary customer than to care about whether Patrick lived or died.

On the other hand, in a sweltering room full of people, Amelia, Jonathan, and Audrey were socialising with a business partner that had travelled from afar to meet them.

Because Amelia was pregnant, she tried her best to avoid alcohol. Fortunately, Jonathan and Andrea were both good at social drinking, so they downed a lot in her stead.

When no one was paying attention to her, she glanced at her watch to find that it was past 10 o'clock. She could not help but let out a sigh.

She really did not intend to stand Patrick up. But doing business was spontaneous, so when she received the call from Audrey, she felt dejected as well.

"President Ramsay, what's there to think about? Have a drink with me!"

The client walked over to her with a glass of red wine in his hand.

As he approached them, Audrey got up from beside Amelia right away and tried to block in front of Amelia. However, seeing how young Audrey was, the client waved his hand and she had no choice but to retreat to behind him.

Looking at the glass of wine being handed out to her, if she refused the offer, she would be called disrespectful.

"Cheers." Amelia raised her glass of red wine that she barely drank from, clinked her glass with the man as he looked at her with a smile, then raised her head and took a sip.

She took her time drinking from the glass, but not so slowly that made others feel like she was slighting them. In fact, it actually gave off the false impression that it was her demeanor to be this calm and leisure.

Looking at how Amelia had taken his offer, the merchant happily chugged the wine from his own glass. After that, Jonathan came to their rescue just in time and whisked him away from Amelia while flattering and buttering up to him.

"President Ramsay, are you okay?" After noticing Amelia's flushed face, Audrey asked worriedly.

Amelia licked off the wine from her lips and shook her head. "I'm fine. All thanks to you and Uncle Tucker."

In this social setting, the attractive Amelia, the pretty Audrey, and the earnest Jonathan seemed to be mingling harmoniously within themselves. Since the client had repeatedly promised to cooperate with Apex Construction Corporation, the client had completely ignored the look his assistant was shooting him and patted the briefcase placed on the assistant's lap, saying that there was a contract in it.

Noticing that the assistant looked like he was about to burst out crying, Amelia and the rest exchanged a cheeky look with each other and praised the customer that he was great and easy to deal business with!

After the meal, Amelia was about to ask Jonathan to send their client and Audrey home, then she would find a way out from here with a head-start. However, the drunk client was tugging on her right hand, saying he wanted to sign the contract with her as soon as possible, which made the assistant looked both sick and frightened.

Noticing that Amelia was looking at him, the assistant said helplessly, "Our boss does this whenever he gets drunk, insisting on doing business with the partners. President Ramsay, he's just drunk blabbering. Please don't take him seriously!"

"Who said she shouldn't! Go away!"

The client pushed his assistant away, stared at Amelia's face, and said to her mysteriously, "President Ramsay, I've prepared the contract in advance, which is enough to show my sincerity to work with your company. Why don't you take a look at it now? If the price suits you, then let's sign it?"

Amelia was bemused and said, "Mr. Zouch, I think your assistant is right. We only had a meal, and I haven't had the chance to properly introduce you to the advantages of working with us and the potential of our company for future development. It seems a little hasty to sign a contract like this. I think it's better to wait until Mr. Zouch have a rest and talk about the cooperation next time."

Amelia had her own intention in saying that. Mr. Zouch's father had started his career as a contractor and was also well-known in the related industry.

However, she did not understand his company well, so she would not be so hot-headed to choose to cooperate with Mr. Zouch on the spot.

Furthermore, he was even so enthusiastic to the point where he had prepared the contract in advance. Mr. Zouch's volunteer and eagerness to meet Apex Construction Corporation for the cooperation were a lot for the vigilant Amelia to take in. So, she planned to postpone it for the time being and ask Jonathan to investigate Mr. Zouch's background after the dinner was over.