Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 377

"Stop right there!" Granny Hopper shouted in a domineering manner. "Where's Amelia? The same as you, she didn't come back last night. Do you know where she is?"

The frown on Patrick's face was deeper. "You can call her and ask yourself."

Granny Hopper pressed her lips. They didn't make a phone call for fear of interrupting the couple, only to find that Patrick came back alone this morning. So they hadn't stayed together at all.

Seeing the worries in Granny Hopper's eyes, Florence patted the crumbs off her hands and said, "Grandma, I'll call Amelia right away..."

Just as she finished speaking, there was a creaking sound from the gate. The door was opened and a slender figure walked in.

"I'm back," Amelia said, standing still.

Granny Hopper was cheered up from her previous concerns. "Amelia, come here quickly. The porridge is still warm. I'm preparing you one bowl."

Florence asked, pretending to be jealous, "Grandma, who is your real granddaughter?"

Granny Hopper ignored that and went busy for

Amelia. Amelia went into the kitchen and said in a flattered tone, "Grandma, I can do it by myself."

Granny Hopper grabbed Amelia's hands, which were holding the bowl, and asked one question after another, "Weren't you with Patrick last night? Why did he come back first today? Has he treated you poorly again?"

"It's a bit complicated. To put it simply, I was with Mr. Hopper yesterday. It was just that I received a call from my family this morning saying that my father's condition has improved. So I went to the hospital to see my father first."

"Is that so? Did your father wake up?"

Amelia repeated what the doctor had said to her to Granny Hopper.

Granny Hopper sighed with regret and said, "Medical technology is so advanced nowadays. If the doctors in Northville are not good enough, we could hire doctors from abroad. We'll cure your father!"

"Thank you, grandma!" Amelia said gratefully.

After hastily finishing a bowl of porridge, Amelia put down her chopsticks and went upstairs to knock on the door of Patrick's study.

"Who is it?" "It's me.

"Come in."

After receiving his permission, Amelia pushed the door open and entered the room. She found Patrick was sitting in a large office chair with his fingers lightly tapping on the table, looking as if he was deep in thought.

"There's something I want to ask you," she said.

"Good. I also have something to tell you, too." He replied.

Willing to wait for her turn, Amelia said, "Oh, you go first."

Patrick closed his eyes and spoke out the words that he had been preparing for a long time. "I had... sex with Cynthia last night."

Amelia thought mechanically, "Is this a formal reply?"

Cynthia could lie to Amelia, but it didn't mean that Patrick would do the same. Now that he had admitted it himself, it was not an exaggeration to say that her heart was broken to pieces!

Amelia asked, "What do you mean?" Except the tone sounded more like she was wondering what was wrong with him.

With his originally dark eyes turning as dazzling as stars, Patrick impulsively kissed Amelia on her cheek. "No wonder it felt so familiar. Because it was you who had sex with me and wore off the drug for me!"

Amelia bit her lip, wondering whether Patrick was worth her trusting or not. "Patrick, you claimed that you had sex with Cynthia, but then you said the one sleeping with you was only me. What do you take me for? Some stupid creature?"

Patrick, who had cleared his worries, smiled brightly and said, "It's all my fault. Don't you know what kind of man I would be when I get drunk? Here's the thing. Last night, Cynthia asked me to meet her at F&S Club. As a result, I accidentally took a drugged drink..."

Sullen, Amelia cut in. "And then you couldn't control yourself and slept with Cynthia, is that so? After that, the drug was still effective and Cynthia couldn't take it anymore, so you asked her to call me to take her place? Stop talking, it's disgusting!"

He rearranged Amelia's shoulders and turned the upset lady's head to him before he continued, holding back his laughter, "Mrs. Hopper, if it were any other man, they would probably have done what you just said..."

"You!" Amelia was so angry that her eyes turned red.

Patrick presented a turn in time. "But am I an ordinary man? For you, I held myself back."

Under Amelia's suspicious gaze, Patrick reached out his hands, which were covered by band-aids, and said, boastful, "If it weren't to keep sober, I wouldn't have hurt myself on purpose."

A thought flashed into Amelia's mind like lightning. She held Patrick's fist and said in astonishment, "You... kept your mind clear by feeling pain?"

Patrick nodded firmly without any guilt or uncertainty in his eyes.

It was so painful that Amelia felt as if her heart had been cut by sharp knives.

Patrick said cheerfully, "But I'm glad that you came at the end!"