Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 6

According to the schedule, they were supposed to return to the Hopper villa to meet Patrick's parents. With the guidance of his virtual assistant, he drove in the opposite direction to the villa. Amelia was confused after checking the GPS. She asked Patrick, who just pulled over, "Aren't we going to your home?"

"What do you mean 'your home'?" Patrick, who got out of the car, emphasized, "From now on, the Hopper villa is also your home."

Amelia turned silent. It was not easy for her to quickly accept the fact that she was married.

Yet she replied in sincerity, "Sorry, it slipped out of my mouth."

Though having such an obedient wife, Patrick did not buy it at all. After all, this was all his old man's idea.

He abruptly pulled open the car door beside her, letting the heat of sunshine rush into the car.

Seeing that Amelia winced uncomfortably under the bright sunlight, Patrick felt slightly better about his situation.

He hustled her, "Did you get too comfortable and get stuck in the seat?"

Amelia took her time to get out of the car after the discomfort on her eyes had passed.

She looked around and found herself surrounded with all kinds of famous brandnames, from boutiques for both men and women, to shoes, jewellery and cosmetics, anything she could possibly think of. "Do we even have time for shopping?" Amelia asked.

Amelia from top to bottom like she was a merchandise. He disapproved, "From this day onwards, you are Mrs. Hopper. So you need to dress like

looked down on her current outfit. She wore a white T-shirt, in a pair of mid-rise jeans and a pair of

you stole some kid's clothes? Even high-school girls dress

it was not really appropriate to meet her husband's parents in casual wear, but it crossed a

for a witty comeback, Patrick switched to a series tone, "You don't have to give me the death stare. Instead, you should thank me! If I don't offer you a chance of a total make-over, you'll be the laughing stock

What a jerk!

brain out. But after taking a deep breath, she gritted his teeth and said, "Just so you know. I don't have any money

types of men who'd ask their women to pay when shopping: poor people or

an indescribable feeling surging through

enough to be college material. He was working part-time jobs throughout his four years of college, so Amelia never dared to play the 'girlfriend card' and ask him

they had dates in small restaurants, she would be considerate and offer to pay for her own meals. Because she would feel bad for leeching off him if she asked Daniel to pay for the whole meal. On the other hand, she would worry about hurting

with Amelia several times, both of them got used to it as time went

Patrick's words, Amelia couldn't help but secretly laugh at her stupidity. It was nothing but a couple of meals. If Daniel really wanted to spend their lives

moment, Patrick snorted. "What're you thinking about? The

in front of a Gucci

caught Patrick off guard. In his mind, women were

speechless. She did not marry

but an ATM.