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

"What's wrong with you? Is this a place where you can vomit? Even a pet owner

buck to his wife and said, "She

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

looked at the illegible handwriting on the bill and

angry that she almost pulled out the baton at her waist. Patrick said with a smile, "Sorry,

at Patrick and said, "Remember to tell her to

the officer left, Patrick glanced at the bill, smiling and saying, "Her

into the secondary bedroom. Her face was close to his

a piece of paper. She took it off from her forehead and found that it turned out the

secondary bedroom, and her clothes weren't changed

known that she was more likely to get drunk than others. Once she got drunk, she didn't look

she was downstairs, Patrick was sitting in the living room

home since they moved in, so Amelia

the sound, Patrick put down the Economist

Amelia nodded honestly.

asked her

"What's up?" She asked.

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

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

it, I won't force you. Just compensate me. You are

rob the bank? They have a lot of money!" Amelia didn't believe him but bent down

from an Italian brand, which proved that Patrick didn't lie. He was really a

carrying the dirty coat into the bathroom, Patrick smiled in a

as mockery. She was so angry that put all the washing powder on the coat, snorting, "What the hell are you dreaming? How can

"I know,

be drunk last night. When she came to her

a while, she poured two cups of pure milk, organising the fried eggs and sausages on the