Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 51

"No worries. I don't argue with her." Patrick was calm with a smile when saying this. Maryanne got crazy at Patrick's smile and neglected the dispute with Amelia.

When Patrick was choosing the horses with Maryanne beside the fence, the smile on Amelia's face withered in an instant.

"Miss Amelia, how are you?" In another instant, Hobart invited her to be seated.

She smiled and sat on the folding chair where Patrick was seated before.

They chatted trivially. All of a sudden, Hobart's tone changed, "Miss Amelia, you are young and capable of your work. Besides Roxxon, have you considered job-hopping?"

Amelia asked respectfully, "For example?"

Hobart adjusted his tie and spoke with a tinge of teasing in his eyes, "Sleep with me?"

Normally, men would not speak to women so erotically. But it was her flirting conversation with Mr. Hopper that made her assumed to be a cheap one.

Amelia had an inner struggle but replied innocently with her chin in her hand, "Mr. Hobart, you should ask for my boss's permission, as I can't decide myself."

Hearing this, Hobart became even more interested and flirted, "Could it be that he loves you so much that can't let you go?"

"It's not a matter of love or not." Amelia sighed and said, "He can give me what you can't."

Hobart narrowed his eyes and asked with insistence, "What can he give you?"

Amelia shook her right hand and the sun fell on the ring on her ring finger, which was dazzling.

Hobart did not think too much of it. Instead, he thought that Amelia wanted him to touch her hand. Just as he was about to stretch out to touch the fine and slim hand, Amelia was pulled up harshly from the chair.

Struggling to get rid of the palm, Amelia asked Patrick with a reluctant smile, "Mr. Hopper, you are done with your horse- riding tutoring with Miss Maryanne?"

Staring at Amelia, Patrick spoke to The Smith brother and sister, "The horses look lazy today. I'm afraid Miss Maryanne might fall from the horseback and well continue next time."

"That's easy." Hobart got up and said with a smile, "It seems none of us have fun today. Let's negotiate next time, okay, Mr. Hopper?"

Nodding and turning around, Patrick dragged Amelia away.

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Kicking the door open of the changing room, Patrick forcefully squeezed Amelia into one of the lockers and said in a low and serious voice, "What the hell are you doing?!"

Amelia replied, pretending to be reasonable, "What happened?"

Patrick, with a height of more than 1.8 meters, approached her, "How dare you ask me what happened? How dare you hook up with Hobart?"

The fire burning in Amelia's beautiful eyes and she asked, "How did you know I hooked up with him?"

Patrick pointed his eyes, indicating that he saw it with his eyes.

Amelia smiled and said, "Since you hooked up with Maryanne, why don't you allow me to do the same with her brother?"

Patrick was even more annoyed and said, "You know nothing! It's a strategy of negotiation."

It was known that Hobart spoiled his sister very much and he had no option but agreed with whatever his sister did. So Patrick knew clearly that to get the business of The Smith, he must please the sister. Once she was happy, everything would be in control.

However Patrick did not tell Amelia about this, so Amelia misunderstood and said, "Your hook-up is called strategy, while mine is just a hook-up. Don't set double standards."

"Thank you for shopping with us and come again!" Upon Amelia pushed the door open, the clerk smiled and said, "Have a lovely evening."

"Thank you. Hope so." Amelia seemed to respond to her, but also comforted herself.

As soon as Amelia stepped out of the store, Milton waved to her, "Amelia!"

Amelia trotted over. Milton looked at the pink bag in her hand, reaching out and was about to take it, but was pushed away by her. She said, "Don't touch it. I bought it for Auntie Sierra."

Milton could do nothing but put one hand in his pocket and opened the car door for Amelia with the other and said, "Please, my beauty."

Jessica was away to buy some ingredients for coffee, but her employees were very familiar with Amelia, who saw Amelia close to such a handsome man and ran out to ask her if she was going for Saint Valentine's Day in advance.

"We knew each other since childhood, but not the kind of relationship you assume," Amelia explained to the waiter and did not notice the frustrated look on Milton's face.

The Cook family.

Sierra Gates, Milton's mother, stood alone at the door of the villa, waiting for him.

Getting out of the car, Amelia came to the front of Sierra and greeted her in an effeminate voice, "Aunt Sierra, how have you been?"

Sierra hugged Amelia graciously. It was her birthday that day, and she had looked forward to seeing Amelia.

Handing over the carefully selected gifts, the good girl said, "Aunt Sierra, happy birthday to you! Wish you forever young and beautiful."

Looking at the pink bag and the pink gift box, Sierra got excited and asked her son, "Look, is it a good match for my dress?"

When she gave birth to Milton, Sierra was only 20 years old. Tonight she was in a pink cheongsam. Milton joked, "Yes, you are so beautiful! You look like Amelia's sister."