Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 67

Amelia muttered in disbelief, "How? Unless you're a magician."

Patrick smirked and said, "You bet? If I can sort it out, I can do whatever I want on you."

Hearing this, Amelia asked, "What if you fail?"

Staring at her clear watery eyes, Patrick's eyes were a little deeper, saying, "Then you can do whatever you want on me."

His undisguised hint made her heart beat faster, and hurriedly left with a sentence, "Find it first!"

As soon as she left, Patrick immediately called his elder brother.

Hearing the rumbling the train passing on the track, Patrick asked, "Brother, are you back from military training?"

Owen voice sounded a little tired, "Yep, I'll get home in the afternoon."

Patrick said thoughtfully, "Then could you do me a favor?"

"In trouble again, boy?"

"No way. It's just that a small trouble and after thinking about it, you're the only one who can help." Patrick said.

"Tell me." Owen said.

"Help me find a ring..." Patrick began.

Before he could describe what the ring looked like, Owen interrupted him, "Second Young Master, you treat me like a dog?"

Patrick smiled and said, "Brother, don't look down upon dogs. They have a better nose than you."

Owen threatened, "You laugh at me? Let me hang up."

"No!!" Patrick quickly stopped him and said, "Brother, that's the wedding ring I bought for Amelia."

Owen was silent for a moment and said, "You can lose your wedding ring today and the other day you'll lose your wife!"

After teasing him, Owen agreed, "Let me call the elites of my department to conduct a carpet search for you, okay?"

Patrick said happily, "Brother, you're the one who really loves me."

Owen snorted and said, "By the way, mom asked us to dine at home tonight. Bring your wife with you."

"Okay." Patrick answered.

In the evening, The Hopper Family.

Leaves fell from the yellow pear trees on both sides of the green belt. The servants bowed their heads and swept them. Amelia looked at them in the sunset, as if the pear blossoms bloomed when they were here last time.

Seeing her standing still, Patrick asked, "What are you looking at?"

"It's almost autumn, isn't it?" Amelia asked softly.

"Yes." Patrick answered.

"Time flies." Amelia sighed.

Sometimes, it was good that you can't feel the time flying, which proves that you lived comfortably and peacefully.

On the contrary, the pain would make a pessimistic person feel as if he had lived for many years.

If possible, she wanted to go on living so calmly with Patrick.

Entering the room, Amelia was stopped by Florence before she could sit down. "Younger sister-in-law, bring me justice!"

Amelia blinked and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Second brother, you are so hard-hearted!" Florence shouted angrily.

Patrick did not bicker with his sister but walked into the storage room. When he came out, there was a cart in his hand.

It was bought many years ago when Owen's leg was shot and couldn't walk on the ground after the operation.

With the help of Nora, Owen sat down and then changed the topic as if nothing had happened, "Sorry, I'm late."

Howard left the chessboard and stood up, saying, "Everyone's here. Let's start."

Hearing this, Eve asked the housekeeper to serve all the dishes.

On the table, Amelia was cutting the crab meat. Recently, the imperial crab had been harvested so well that she couldn't stop eating.

Sitting in front of her, Patrick saw her playing with crab pincers with pink nails, which added a new flavor to the crab. He said, "Mrs. Hopper, I wanna have some crabs."

Florence put down her chopsticks and said, "Patrick, are you crazy? You had a crab allergy when you were a child!"

Patrick stubbornly said, "That's what I used to do. Now I'm okay."

Hearing he was so sure, Amelia reluctantly pushed the plate of imperial crab to him.

But his face darkened and said in a gloomy tone, "Mrs. Hopper, I want the one you picked."

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem..." Others were choked, thinking Patrick acting like a spoiled child.

Seeing Patrick's eyes had been stuck to the crab on her fingertips. She swallowed the crab immediately and said vaguely, "What's the purpose of your hands? Serve yourself."

"Mrs. Hopper has learned to contradict with me." Patrick thought.

But he wasn't angry at all. Instead, he felt that this was what Amelia was.