Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 569

"It's fine. Thank you for taking care of me on my way here. You've had it tougher than I did!" Amelia said sincerely.

Without Huxton's encouragement, she might not have crossed the bridge.

Huxton then answered, "Let's go. Well ask the villagers where Mr. Hopper is staying."

Coincidentally, when they were in a hurry to ask their way around, somebody whom Amelia was familiar with appeared from around the corner.

Her eyes lit up. Amelia raised her hands to her lips like trumpets and shouted, "Ms. Secretary!"

When Patrick's secretary saw Amelia standing not far away, she was stunned on her spot.

She picked up a hand and pinched her thigh to check if she was in a dream. It hurt so much! So she was not dreaming!

"Oh no! Mrs. Hopper is here! Mr. Hopper is in big trouble!" The secretary thought in reflex.

"Ms. Secretary... Where are you going?"

Amelia wanted to approach her and say hello, but the secretary had on a strange expression and

looked as if she was about to run away.

Frowning, Amelia quickened her pace and chased after her. She stood in front of the secretary, blocking her way, and said, "Ms. Secretary, it's me. Don't tell me you've forgotten me after the holidays?"

"Oh, no..." The secretary shook her head repeatedly and said with reverence, "Even if I had forgotten anybody, I wouldn't have forgotten you... Er... Mrs..."

"Should I call her 'Madam Ramsay' or 'Mrs. Hopper'?" The secretary was caught in a dilemma.

"You should call me Madam Ramsay, just as before. Or you can call me by my name if you want," Amelia offered graciously.

Even if the secretary was the bravest person in the world, she would not dare to call Amelia by her name. She gave a hollow laugh and asked, "Madam Ramsay, what are you doing here?"

Amelia was confused and said, "Of course I'm here for Patrick. Do you not welcome me?"

"Sure I welcome you here!" The secretary answered hastily.

Amelia smiled, "That's good. Where's Patrick? Please take me to him."

The secretary was having a headache. Since last night, Mr. Hopper had been taking care of Sissi, who

was having a fever.

The most crucial thing was that to prevent the rest from disturbing Sissi in the middle of the night, Mr. Hopper had carried Sissi back to his place.

In other words, they had spent an entire night alone with each other!

Although Mr. Hopper was chivalrous to other women on top of Amelia, it would be hard to explain why he took a woman who was neither his wife nor kinship back to his room and took care of her personally.

As Patrick's secretary, she had an obligation to cover for her boss and fog up the situation. She could rack her brains and fool anybody, but it was difficult to lie to Amelia precisely because she was Patrick's legitimate wife.

Stuck in a tough spot, the secretary changed the topic and asked gently, "Madam Ramsay... Did you inform Mr. Hopper in advance that you're coming here?"

Amelia shook her head and said, "I haven't told him yet."

"Then you can call him now and ask him to come and pick you up," The secretary finally decided on finding a way to send a message to Patrick.

But Amelia did not play by the book. "No, I want to give him a surprise. You can just take me directly to him."

Out of options, the secretary said helplessly, "Well then, come with me."

Ignoring the pained look on her face, Patrick asked her to leave without hesitation, "Since your fever is gone, get out of my room!"

Sissi bit her paled lips, pushed herself weakly up from the bed, put on her shoes, and made her way to the door step-by-step.

Seeing that she was dehydrated and feeble as she swayed for each step she took, Patrick got up from his seat and rushed over to her. He grabbed her by the arm and pressed her between himself and the wall. Then, he lowered his head and uttered angrily, "D*mn it! Do you not know how to say something to lighten the situation?"

The long dress fluttered into a beautiful arc in the air, giving an impression that Sissi would slip through his fingers at anytime.

Sissi was pressed against the wall by him accidentally and rather harshly. Even though her back was hurt, she laughed and said, "Are you getting angry because of me?"

Patrick exclaimed in exasperation, "What's there to mad at?"

Sissi worshipped his attractive facial appearance with her gaze. "You said that you would never get angry by anybody irrelevant. But now, you're angry because of me, which means... I'm not an insignificant person to you."

Patrick's temple throbbed. "Sissi Roberts, do you know that your self-righteousness disgusts me?"

Sissi replied in a delicate voice, "I just know you well... that's all."

Patrick gritted his teeth and said, "And why do you say so? "

Sissi recounted and said, "Just because I... used to be your high school teacher, your college lover, your..."

"Enough!" Patrick raised his voice and stopped her from continuing. He announced ominously, "You're

no longer!"

Sissi's heart ached. She looked away gloomily and said, "Yes, I'm no longer. You're married and have a young and beautiful wife now."

Patrick retorted harshly, "Don't say that as if I'm the only one here who got married! Compared to me, you're of god-speed! How long was it after we broke up? A year? Two years? And then you married to your current husband!"