Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 53

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 -

his coat and

a slight mysophobia,

was a female officer of city management. She yelled, "What's wrong with you? Is this

wife and said,

vomit had polluted the environment, which had a negative

at the illegible handwriting on the bill

Patrick said with a smile, "Sorry, she is drunk. I apologize

said, "Remember to tell

the bill,

basket and carried Amelia into the secondary

paper. She took it off from her forehead and found

that she was lying on the bed in the secondary bedroom, and her

suddenly wrinkled like a bun. It was known that she was more

putting on her bathrobe, when she was downstairs, Patrick was sitting

home since they moved in, so Amelia sometimes had an illusion that she lived

put down the Economist and glanced at her, asking,

Amelia nodded honestly.

then Patrick asked her to

"What's up?" She asked.

was a coat inside, which was spitted by you last night. Wash it

her face away. He was the boss in the office, but there was no reason for him to be

Just compensate me. You are the elder daughter of The

coat is worth of $20,000?! Why don't you rob the bank? They have a lot of money!" Amelia didn't believe him but bent down to pick up the

was a limited handmade edition from an Italian brand, which

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

hell are you dreaming? How can I wash the

your nanny!" "I know, you are my

seemed to be drunk last night. When she came to

of pure milk, organising the fried eggs and sausages on the plate,

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