Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 337

"Do you know that you're married now? I'm your wife. Before you get divorced, as long as there's a woman who's entangled with you, I'll have the right to ask!"

"Then let's get a divorce!" Patrick was so annoyed that he pushed her away and went straight into the house.

Amelia's figure froze. "Stop!"

Patrick turned his head and asked in an indifferent tone, "What's wrong? Did you agree to divorce?"

Amelia stared at him, felt hurt. She asked, "Is she that good?"

Patrick knew how to dote on people and how to hurt them the most. He said, "She's better than you."

"I see..." To his surprise, instead of losing her temper, Amelia said to him calmly, "Go in first, and I'll look at the flowers."

The pansies blooming in the courtyard were his first gift to her in winter, and she wanted to enjoy them for a while longer.

Patrie looked at her sad face and thought she was deliberately playing the pity game, he didn't want to enter her trap, and went inside.

The first thing he did after entering the house was to go back to the study, then took out the envelope in his pocket and opened it to see...

I MISS YOU.

"I miss you." Patrick felt his heartbreak as he read those three words. Years ago, Sissi completely disappeared from his life with a breakup letter, and years later, she's trying to barge into his world in the same way?

Looking at the date of the letter, which coincided with the night Charles called him, Patrick suddenly felt the irony that, as Amelia had said, Sissi had contacted him as soon as her divorce was finalized.

What did she want? To get back together or to seek solace from him?

And he clearly knew what kind of woman she was, so why would he be so obsessed with her? Even for a simple "I miss you" and would think about it?

Outside the house.

Amelia, after a few moments of reflection, finally became a little soberer.

At what age was it, there were still people who send letters across the sea, not usually choose to use e-mail?

But this kind of nostalgia, the easiest way to cause nostalgia, no matter how wonderful the text in the e-mail, that was cold, but those familiar fonts in the letter could bring warmth.

While Amelia was thinking, the phone in her pocket suddenly rang.

She picked up the phone and answered, "Hello, Granny?"

"My little girl, it's me. My wallet was on a bus. Can you come over and help me?"

Amelia hastily asked, "Where are you now? I'll pick you up right away!" "I'm in the supermarket. You don't have to worry. Drive slowly. I will wait for you."

"OK, see you later, Granny."

Amelia nodded, took the two big bags from the cashier, and led the way for Granny Hopper. "My car is in the parking lot. You have to walk with me for a while."

Granny Hopper said with pity, "Amelia, give me a bag."

"No need..." Amelia dodged Granny Hopper's hand and said in a plain tone, "When I lived with my roommates, I moved the grocery stuff back to the apartment in the same way. I'm used to it."

Granny Hopper felt sorry for her, "When I go back to Dallas if Patrick bullies you, you call me and tell me!"

Amelia laughed as she walked away, "What if I'm the one bullying Patrick?"

Granny Hopper said unprincipledly, "I will unconditionally support you."

Joking with Granny Hopper, Amelia suddenly felt her shoulder handbag was pulled hard from behind, just when she looked back, the man sneaking up behind her pushed her hard, she slipped and fell to the ground, two shopping bags and handbag all dropped, the man saw the opportunity to pull her handbag from the ground and tried to escape!

Amelia touched her butt, and shouted painfully, "Help! Someone is robbing!"

Granny Hopper was the closest to Amelia. When she saw Amelia fall, she burst into a rage. She turned around and grabbed the man by the waist, trying to pull him back. "Don't try to run away!"

The man was not polite to Granny Hopper. He directly lifted her shoulders with both hands, pushing Granny Hopper back two or three steps. It seemed that she was going to hit the granite on the street.

"Granny!" In a hurry, Amelia quickly put her hands under her grandmother's head and finally protected her head before she hit the granite!

Only then, Granny Hopper's entire body force was concentrated on Amelia's hands. Amelia almost fainted from the pain, and her arms felt like they were going to break.