Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 53

Patrick turned around and taking the phone from Milton, saying with a reluctant smile, "Thank you."

After a pause, he stopped Milton coming with his eyes and said, "Mr. Cook, I know the way, so you don't have to see me off. Thank you."

Hearing this, Milton stopped. Although he didn't want to, he had to.

*

The window of Patrick's Lamborghini was widely open, and the wind on the expressway blew into Amelia's nose and grazed her cheek. She struggled to wake up, seeing Patrick, Amelia muttered, "Am I dreaming... Patrick? Why am I in his car?"

Patrick's mouth twitched, and he said in a cold voice, "You haven't wakened up yet, right?"

As soon as he finished his words, he stepped hard on the accelerator, causing Amelia lean forward and backward, and she was awake indeed.

Holding the armrest subconsciously, Amelia said with a pale face, "Slow down!"

Patrick said, "No."

Amelia's throat rolled twice and said sincerely, "... but I feel like to vomit."

Patrick replied in a cruel way, "Hold it back. Don't dirty my car."

Covering her mouth that was about to vomit, Amelia squeezed out a few words sadly, "No, I... can't."

With a sullen face, Patrick stopped beside the green belt and pulled Amelia out of the car, who immediately held the pole and spat it out.

After vomiting, she pointed to her dirty mouth, and asked with blurring eyes, "Do you have... handkerchief?"

Patrick stared at her scattering eyes for a few seconds and deliberately replied, "No."

Thus, the proud Mr. Hopper ended up in a tragedy -

took his coat

had a slight

came with the footsteps. Judging by her appearance, it was a female officer of city management. She yelled, "What's wrong with you? Is this

passed the buck to his wife and said,

office issued a bill, reading that Amelia's vomit had polluted the environment, which had

the illegible handwriting on the bill

baton at her waist. Patrick said with

Patrick and said, "Remember

glanced at the bill, smiling and saying, "Her handwriting is poor

Patrick quickly threw his coat to the laundry basket and carried Amelia into the secondary bedroom. Her face was

a piece of paper. She took it off from her forehead

bed in the secondary bedroom, and her clothes weren't changed - maybe she was

more likely to get drunk than others.

a shower and putting on her bathrobe, when she was downstairs, Patrick was sitting in the living room in a

in, so Amelia sometimes had an illusion that

Patrick put down the Economist and glanced at her,

Amelia nodded honestly.

asked her to come

"What's up?" She asked.

Patrick said, "There was a coat inside, which was spitted by you last night.

in the office, but there was no reason for him to be arrogant at

me. You are the elder daughter of The

They have a lot of money!" Amelia didn't believe him but

handmade edition from an Italian brand, which proved that Patrick didn't lie. He

her and seeing her angrily carrying the dirty coat into the bathroom, Patrick smiled

coat, snorting, "What the hell are you dreaming? How can I wash the coat for you? Let the powder kill you..." When she was done with the coat, she heard Patrick's request,

"I know,

drunk last night. When she came to

organising the fried eggs and sausages on the plate, and asking him