Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 152

Patrick stared at her, and the strange expression in his eyes made her suddenly feel cold.

Amelia didn't understand why he got angry. She was just worried about him because he had to shuttle back and forth between the company and hospital and could only sleep for three or four hours a day.

She said earnestly, "Mr. Hopper, there is something you should know. If you are not healthy, you won't be energetic enough to look after Cynthia. I am not preventing you from taking care of her. On the contrary, you can go to the hospital before you go to work or after work every day, but don't make yourself so tired. Okay?"

Hearing this, Patrick said in a colder tone, "You care about me because you have selfish motives, but I look after Cynthia because I'm heartfelt. Amelia, you should feel for Cynthia, understand?" After saying that, he put down his chopsticks, got up, picked up the suit jacket on the chair and went out.

Amelia sat on the chair dejectedly as if she lost all her strength in an instant. She began to question herself whether she should save Cynthia in the restaurant that day or not.

At night.

Time passed quietly, and it was two o'clock in the morning again.

This time was like an unbreakable curse. Amelia turned over angrily after hearing the sound of closing the door downstairs, but she couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Helplessly, she went downstairs, took out the lemon wine and a goblet from the liquor cabinet. Then she lay on the sofa and begun to watch funny shows while drinking.

As time went by, Amelia unconsciously got drunk on the sofa and did not even know when it was dawn.

The goblet fell on the thick carpet, and the empty wine bottle were held in Amelia's arms. At this time, she did not look like a successful career woman at all, but a drunkard who did not care about her image. There was the repeat of the funny program on TV. The hosts and the guests were making a fool of themselves, which was really hilarious and funny.

This was what Patrick saw when he returned home, but he could not laugh.

At this time yesterday, Amelia had already set up bowls and chopsticks on the table and prepared delicious meals. She was sitting in her seat and waiting for him to come back with a smile.

Amelia who was drunk. He knew that he really didn't care about her feelings. He also pondered over her suggestion and wanted to hire

aggressive and oppressive, Amelia covered her dizzy forehead and looked up at him. She

so she turned over lazily and closed her sleepy eyes again, ignoring Patrick who was in

face turned colder and

and woke her up mercilessly. Being

at Patrick. However, when she

who I am?"

earth and felt

asked blandly, "Isn't it the right time

hungry. She

and sit down!" Patrick stared at her back and

because she had just waken up,

you see the funny show for

felt so

hospital, but she laughed at home. It seemed that he didn't wrong her before he went out, and he didn't have to feel guilty for what he had said! He glanced at the wine bottle that she was still holding in her arms and smiled mockingly, "Watching

I got up in the middle of the night and had a few sips." "Did you quench your thirst with wine? Why don't I know that you have such a habit?" Then Patrick glanced at the label of "Dream" on the bottle. He pointed to the

suddenly had a guilty

spoke haltingly, "I bought it in

excuse, "If you bought it in the supermarket, there must be the date of manufacture on the bottle. But there was no date of manufacture on

wine was the latest to be made. He must send her those wines before the wine factory printed the