Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 233

When Amelia put the steaming hot chicken soup on the table, Milton took an exaggeratedly deep, intoxicated breath, "It smells so good!" Patrick looked to Milton and said gloomily, "Mr. Cook, could you please express more clearly whether it is my wife's fragrance or the soup's?" Milton hesitated, deep down of course it was Amelia who smelled better, but could he answer that way?

Of course not, answering like that is no different than being a hooligan.

Milton retorted, "I'm talking about soup, I wonder what Mr. Hopper is referring to?"

But what was the essential difference between Patrick and Milton? That was because he was Amelia's real husband, and it was legal for him to flirt with Amelia!

He put his arm around Amelia's shoulders, his high nose rubbing against her smooth neck, and lifted his head to provoke Milton, "The soup tastes good, but it's Mrs. Hopper who's more delicious." Milton was pissed off at him, and he even regretted saying yes to Amelia's invitation, which was simply self-inflicted.

Amelia cleared her throat and was somewhat embarrassed, held out her hand to Milton, "Milton, pass the bowl over here for a moment and I'll help you with the soup to warm your stomach first." Milton suddenly cheered up and answered, "Okay!" Then he handed the bowl to Amelia.

Patrick was sitting in the middle of Amelia and Milton, raised his hand to catch Milton's bowl and blocked Amelia's hand by the way. "You're not convenient to do so. Let me do it."

Amelia was confused, she might have misunderstood Patrick, he was taking care well of Milton.

Milton's state of mind was the polar opposite of Amelia's, he didn't want Patrick's help at all, he wanted Amelia to take care of him!

They each held different edges of the same bowl, and for a while, neither of them let go.

baffled, was this bowl that good? Why were they both holding on

"Since Mr. Hopper is

began to

over and said with a faint smile, "I hope it fits

Amelia. It's always delicious." Milton reached out and

of their conversation and marveled at how quickly the men had become attached to each other. Patrick

it? Is it

a loud "pfft-", Milton spewed out the soup, covering all of Amelia's carefully prepared plates

in an act of kindness, "Director Cook

so hard that he couldn't speak, Amelia got up quickly to get

of relief, Milton shuddered and held out his index finger to Patrick and burst into

by her since this afternoon, it can be said that she didn't leave every inch

he ate wasabi, Amelia knew him well enough not to provoke him with wasabi, and also it was a very strange thing

from his chair and reached for

footsteps called Milton's senses back to him, and it was the returning Amelia:

took the wet wipes Amelia handed him, covered his mouth and turned

embarrassed today! Milton was going to be

her aside, "He's coughing all the time, maybe it's