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 -

coat and wiped

a slight

you? Is this

wife and

penalty!" The office issued a bill, reading that Amelia's vomit had polluted the environment, which had a negative impact

the

waist. Patrick said

Patrick and said, "Remember to tell her

glanced at the bill,

the secondary bedroom. Her face was close to his heart, which made him feel at

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

and her clothes weren't changed - maybe she was so dirty that Patrick didn't want to

last night, Amelia's face suddenly wrinkled like a bun. It was known that she was more likely to get drunk than others. Once she

was downstairs, Patrick was sitting in the living room in a casual suit reading

so Amelia sometimes had an illusion

down the Economist

Amelia nodded honestly.

asked her to

"What's up?" She asked.

at the laundry basket beside him, Patrick said, "There was a coat inside, which was spitted by

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

you. Just compensate me. You are the elder daughter of The Ramsay Family and $20,000 isn't a big deal

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

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

the dirty coat into the bathroom, Patrick smiled in

powder on the coat, snorting, "What the hell are you dreaming? How can I wash the coat for you? Let the powder kill you..." When

and shouted, "I'm not your nanny!" "I know,

last night. When she

the fried eggs and sausages on the plate, and asking him to come

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