Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 363

"So..." Although he was verbally forgiven, Kamari Ferris still acted as if he were on thin ice.

"We will cooperate with each other as usual. I guess you can rest assured now?" In Kamari's relaxed face, Paisley waved his hand and said, "You can leave. I will look for you if anything happens."

"I see. Goodnight, Young Master Paisley." Kamari left in a hurry.

After Kamari left, the man's phone rang again. He picked up the phone and listened to it. A few seconds later, he narrowed his eyes. "What's wrong with him?"

The person on the other end of the phone said urgently, "It was anemia. He just passed out."

Unable to hide his worry, the man asked, "Have you get a new supply of blood?"

"Not yet!"

"You're good-for-nothing!"

"Young Master Paisley, please forgive us! It's that the young master's blood type is so rare that few people in the world share it."

Frowning, the man said gloomily, "Since you can't get the blood, take mine."

The other was shocked. "Young Master Paisley!"

"Okay, shut up. I'll be right back." With that, the man left immediately.

At Land of Fragrance.

Amelia hissed. Before she could enter the room, a gust of wind of the night had sent goosebumps all over her body.

Seeing that, Patrick pursed his lips and quickened his pace. Then he took out the key and opened the door.

"Come in," he turned to Amelia at the door and said.

Amelia stepped into the house and was surrounded instantly by the 24-hour supplying heat, which comforted her a little. Something occurred to her. "Mr. Hopper, do you think the contract could be dried by a drier?"

Patrick couldn't help laughing. "Seriously? I promise you we will get a new one tomorrow morning."

Amelia looked down and forced a bitter smile, "You're right. I'll just wait for one night. I don't have to be so restless."

Realizing that his words might be a little harsh, Patrick offered quickly, "How about this? I'm asking the staff of the auction to make a contract and send it to you now."

Amelia looked up at him in surprise. After making sure that he was not joking, she asked with confusion, "Mr. Hopper, am I too wayward?"

"Wayward?" Patrick pondered for a few seconds before saying in a startlingly bossy tone, "Even if you are, that's because I allow you to do so."

Early the next morning.

Patrick patted Amelia's peachy butt covered by the velvet quilt and said to her ear with a magnetic

voice, "Mrs. Hopper, it's time to get up."

Hearing his voice, Amelia buried her face in the pillow, unwilling to leave the bed. "No. I'd like some more sleep."

Seeing her reaction, Patrick almost wanted to fall back into the bed with her in his arms. But at the thought that there was something more important to do, he held himself back. "Do you remember what day it is today?"

Amelia answered with a series of snores.

Patrick pinched her red cheek and said, "Grandma will be discharged today."

D*mn it! Then she would drink the milk!

Wordless, Amelia picked up the milk in front of her. But before the glass touched his mouth, she heard his light comment—

"Instead of drinking milk, you'd better drink mine... Mine is tastier and nutritious."

Such meaningful words reminded Amelia of something evil. She couldn't stand it anymore and put down the glass of milk, "Patrick, you... You just don't want me to have breakfast, do you?"

Patrick pointed to the glass of milk near him with an unchanged expression, "I have added honey in my glass of milk. Isn't it tastier than yours?"

Amelia was almost pissed off. This man always said something like that on purpose to mislead her!

In Amelia's slightly upset mood, they finished their breakfast. Seeing that it was almost time, Patrick stood up and said to her, "Let's go. I'm afraid Grandma can't wait any longer."

In the hospital.

Amelia squatted by the bed to sweetly help Granny Hopper wear her thick cotton boots. After that, she got up and asked, "Grandma, is there still anything wrong with you?"

Granny Hopper stretched her arms and shook her legs in high spirits to show that she was alright. "I'm

perfectly fine. Let's go!"

Amelia nodded at that. Just as she was about to help Granny Hopper up, a hand appeared suddenly beside her and held Granny Hopper's hand before Amelia could. "Let me do it. You're weak."

She looked over and met Patrick's eyes with indistinct care. Being touched, Amelia couldn't help saying, "Shall we take one side each?"

Patrick agreed with that and helped Granny Hopper up with Amelia. When they walked out of the ward, a wardmate passing by the corridor greeted the old lady with a smile, "Granny Hopper, are you leaving now?"