Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 613

He could not help but satirize her for her lack of passion. "You don't seem to be surprised by my return at all."

Amelia was quiet at first, and then she said, "I'm surprised actually, very surprised."

Patrick felt she was simply insulting the word with her outrageously bland and peaceful tone.

He snorted and said, "Don't try to hide it. I don't think you even care about my safety during the trip!"

This accusation stirred up something in Amelia. He had just left Northville for just one day when she got so worried that she lost sleep at night. If she did not care about him, why would she go to the village and find him on her own initiative? And would she have witnessed such a scene that scarred her for life?

If she could, she rather hoped that she did not care so much about him. Maybe she could have avoided the attack as well.

"Why aren't you explaining yourself?" Patrick's face darkened.

Confusion filled Amelia's gaze. "What do you want me to explain?" "Explain that you were actually worried to death about me!" wished Patrick.

Although the voice in his heart was screaming hysterically, Patrick only replied coldly, "Nothing. Go to sleep. I'll go back to the master bedroom."

"Alright." Amelia did not try to make him stay.

She was so drained that she did not have the energy to figure out what was Patrick indicating.

After all, she saw herself as just someone to warm the bed for Patrick. And whether he wanted to linger or leave, it was not up to her decision.

In actuality, she was dead wrong.

He was waiting for her to persuade him to stay after he said he was returning to the master bedroom.

Unfortunately, the only thing he had ended up waiting for was the soft snores of Amelia...

Only he had caught himself in the trap, Patrick could only give up and retreat to his room. It was hard for him to fall asleep alone that night.

The next day.

Before going to work, Amelia discovered that the snow had stopped falling. The winter in Northville was about to pass, but why couldn't she feel the warmth of spring?

Rubbing her hands together, Amelia adjusted the strap of her leather bag and walked towards the

fence.

A sluggish male voice suddenly sounded from behind her. "President Ramsay, good morning! It's a new day, so please work hard to repay my one million and one hundred and sixty thousand dollars."

Amelia turned around and saw the man by the gate in a set of mono-colored pajamas, looking happy and pleased with himself.

His pajamas reminded her that it was Saturday, Roxxon's weekly off day.

Compared to Patrick's leisure, she was having such a busy and buzzing lifestyle, as if several evil hounds were snapping their jaws at her on her tail. It was a luxury to have the time to stop and take a breather.

Pulling herself together, Amelia returned a smile and said, "Mr. Hopper, don't you worry. Even if I don't owe you anything, I'll still work hard. You just stay home and make sure you eat, drink, piss, and sh*t. See you later."

'Eat, drink, piss, and sh*t'?

Thoese were the necessities of life! She could have just told him to take care of himself!

Was this woman even educated?

"Stop right there," ordered Patrick. He was displeased. Naturally, he took up the tone of command.

Amelia bit her lips and ignored him. She was no longer Roxxon's employee, so why should she still listen to him?

But it was easy just to find an extensive, reputable

establishment.

Noticing that Amelia's eyes were still drifting and wandering about, Patrick raised his chin higher, showing an air of utmost pride and confidence.

After a long pause, Amelia was finally willing to look at him, but she did not understand what he was hinting at. She thought his neck was sore and was doing exercise to relieve the pain, so she moved her gaze away from him.

"Ahem!" Seeing her lack of reaction, Patrick cleared his throat loudly. He might as well have plastered the words 'Pick me! Pick me!' on his forehead.

"Oh, Patrick not only has neck pain, his throat hurts too," thought Amelia.

She gave him another attentive look. Staring at his somewhat impatient and wavering glances, Amelia advised him, "If you're feeling cold, go back and rest. I'm going to work."

Patrick swore Amelia was the dullest person on earth! The dumbest!

"Who should I look for next?" Amelia lowered her head, thinking in distress and hurriedly passed by Patrick, mercilessly bursting all of Patrick's bubbles in the process.

"Stop right there!" Mr. Patrick had yelled the same thing at her for the third time now. But this time,

there was also frustration in his voice.

Amelia was annoyed by his never-ending shouts. She turned back and answered him, "How many more times are you going to tell me to stop! I'm going to be late for work! Bye!"

Patrick thought he had made his implications clear as day. The last thing left for him to do was to tell her TH help you' right to her face.

He took a few steps forward and approached her. Panting, he uttered furiously, "Amelia, don't be ungrateful!"

"So dirty!" Amelia had her emphasis on another matter. The water on his shoes had splashed to the hem of her trousers when he was making his way to her. She quickly took two steps back and said in disgust, "Stay away from me!"