Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 425

"I'm asking, of course, if you succeeded in fascinating her," Mamie asked.

The mention of it almost got on Timothy's nerves. He was always the one playing with women. Since when had he been forced to a bathroom to jerk off by a woman's flirtation!

"Stop talking about it. I must stay away from that Amelia from now on!"

"Why?"

"There's no reason!"

Timothy, who was teased instead of winning Amelia over, yelled self-consciously and left Mamie.

With a perplexed look for Timothy's sudden slashing out, Mamie shook her head and returned to the room.

Amelia was playing finger-guessing with her coworkers when she felt a shadow appearing in front of her. She assumed that Timothy was making trouble for her again and looked up with an impatient look, only to find Mamie looking at her and saying, "Manager Ramsay, may I play this game with you?" "Okay." Amelia was in high spirits and did not refuse.

After sitting down, Mamie moved her wrists. It was just an insignificant game, but she acted as if she had been in the arena.

"Rock, paper, scissors!"

The first round was a draw.

"Rock, paper, scissors!"

Amelia lost the second round.

Amelia rolled up her sleeves and was about to go on when she saw Mamie put down her hand and looked at her with a meaningful smile. "Manager Ramsay, you lost."

"Yeah. I lost. What's the matter?" Amelia asked in confusion.

A wicked look flickered on Mamie's beautiful face. "Although this is just a little game, the one who loses should still be punished."

Amelia was about to retort that why Mamie didn't say it earlier when she realized that since they were both grown-ups, there was no need to be so petty about losing. So she changed her question, "What punishment?"

Mamie moved her red lips. "The loser needs to take off a piece of clothing in public and say 'I love you' to the person the winner appoints..."

Amelia frowned. "Is this the game that you PR often plays with guests?"

Mamie's face froze before she talked back, "Manager Ramsay, you are not a sore loser, are you?"

Amelia took off her pink silk scarf from her neck, threw it in front of Mamie, and said, "It can be count as a piece of clothing, right?"

"Of course." Mamie nodded and said, "Shall we continue?"

"No." Amelia leaned her hand on the sofa to hold her head and said lazily, "If you play this kind of game with customers very often, I certainly can't beat you.

I don't want to run naked home."

Mamie didn't expect Amelia to be so decisive and could only drop her hand with regret. "You still need to say 'I love you' to someone I appoint."

Amelia thought for a while. It was just a game. No matter whether she was going to declare love for a man or a woman, as long as she told them that it was a punishment for losing the game, she believed it was understandable. "Go ahead."

Mamie rolled her eyes as she glanced at everyone in the room and finally landed her gaze on someone sitting in a corner with a grievance. She spoke softly, "Timothy."

"Just? This is the funniest joke I've ever heard!" Timothy whined.

"Don't be mad. To you, who work in the PR, such game is so common, isn't it?" Amelia said.

"You!" Timothy gasped but failed to refute Amelia. In the end, he looked away, ignoring her.

"I'm leaving," Amelia said out of politeness.

When she turned around, she sighed silently. The PR were all freaks. They could play with others' feelings, but when they were the ones being made fun of, they put on a long face?

But how could there be such a convenient thing? They reaped what they sowed.

Amelia had just taken a few steps forward when Doris came to her with a group of coworkers. Doris asked, "Amelia, did you... did you confess to that guy?"

"It doesn't make sense. Isn't Amelia supposed to be with Mr. Hopper, or Director Cook of Lintons Ads Company, or even Mr. Smith of the Mills Skincare? How could she suddenly fall in love with Timothy, who she just met not long ago?"

Amelia pursed her lips and told them that she had lost to Mamie in the game. Everyone was suddenly enlightened, "Isn't this Truth or Dare? So that's what it is... Everyone, leave her alone."

Patrick, who was sitting on a sofa far away from them, still knew nothing about the truth. Seeing that he was unhappy all night, Mamie made his mood worse on purpose, "Mr. Hopper, Manager Ramsay seems to be very popular with men. Even the most beloved Timothy in our department has fallen for her."

Patrick's face was slightly tense.

Trying to discredit Amelia, Mamie said, "I wonder if it is a gift or a learned skill. If it is learned, how many men has Manager Ramsay been with?"

Patrick's gaze sharpened as he glared at Mamie. "What do you mean?"