Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 283

As soon as Patrick entered the living room, he put the children on the floor, then told Florence to watch the children, then turned to Amelia and said, "Let's talk alone."

His unsatisfied tone made Amelia feel that something bad was going to happen. She didn't understand what was wrong with him.

The two of them came to the balcony on the first floor. Patrick closed the doors and windows behind him, cutting off the noise in the living room.

"What are you and Hobart up to?"

She didn't expect that he would ask this question. Amelia showed a puzzled expression and asked, "What?"

Her sluggishness made him frown, "Isn't it obvious that you and he have the same umbrella of the same style?"

Amelia suddenly understood, "Oh, it turns out that you also noticed it."

Patrick held his breath and asked, "When did you meet?"

Amelia blurted out, "We haven't seen each other recently, except tonight."

Patrick snorted and said, "That umbrella has been following you since you came back from Hawoi City. Don't tell me it jumped out of air!"

Amelia said with some distress, "In fact, it's really

possible that the umbrella was given by Hobart. Well, wait for a moment. I'll call him now to ask for confirmation."

He grabbed Amelia's phone quickly and threw it out of the balcony angrily...

Would he allow her to contact a man who has a crush on her in front of him? Impossible!

Amelia stared at him in confusion and said, "Patrick, why did you throw my phone?"

Patrick kept the curve of the corners of his mouth upward and said in a hateful tone, "Sorry, my hand slipped."

Gritting her teeth, Amelia spared no effort to push him away and ran to the grass. With the help of the falling spot in her memory, she successfully found the... wreckage of her cell phone!

Patrick, who was following her, laughed gloatingly and said, "Oh, I'm so unlucky to bump it into a rock?"

His nonchalant attitude made Amelia really unbearable, "You!"

Patrick indifferently interrupted, "How much?"

"What did you say?" Amelia was stunned.

Patrick generously repeated, "Let me ask you, how much is this phone? I'll pay you at the original price."

Amelia's face turned pale, she felt like she was being insulted.

Patrick said in a tone that he thought he knew her well, "Aren't you the one who loves money the most?"

Looking at him as if she was looking at a stranger, Amelia threw up her hand and asked sadly, "The original price is 2688 bucks. Do you want to pay by cash or credit card?"

Patrick was stiff as if he didn't expect that she would really ask him for it.

Knowing what he was thinking, Amelia's eyes glare at him with a pair of reddening eyes, "You are so sincere. How can I refuse you? Am I right, Mr. Hopper?"

Two seconds later, his mocking voice went through her ears. "I don't have so much change now. Do you mind if I ask the finance department to give it to you tomorrow?"

"It doesn't matter. I believe that you won't go back on your word." After saying that, Amelia squatted down to pick up the card, and then turned back to the house with no expression on her face.

Patrick was so angry.

From the time he threw her phone to now, he did all these deliberately. Only if Amelia felt sorry for him would make him feel good. But she was not uncomfortable, instead, she really reached out to ask for his debt!

Amelia was surprised and corrected it. "No, we're going to sleep together."

Ashley nodded meaningfully and said, "Oh, that's sharing a bed with him."

This time, not only Amelia but also Florence stared at Ashley with a confused expression, "Ashley, where did you learn these words from?"

Could it be Owen and Nora?

"It's on TV! What's wrong? Did I learn it well?" Ashley said proudly.

"Good night, Amelia." Florence couldn't help but take Ashley away.

When they arrived downstairs, Florence muttered to herself, "No, if Amelia and Andrew sleep together. Where is Patrick sleeping tonight?"

Being carried by Florence, Ashley yawned and said, "Uncle Patrick can sleep with me tonight. I don't mind him being old-fashioned."

Florence couldn't believe what she had just heard.

Patrick had just come back from the outside, seeing Andrew wasn't there, he asked, "Where's Andrew?"

Florence said casually, "Andrew is in your bedroom."

Patrick was stunned for a moment and asked, "Which bedroom?"

Florence raised her hand and pointed at the second room. "That's it."

The second bedroom...

Such an ordinary answer made Patrick's handsome face sadden, was Amelia going to sleep in a separate room from him?